Southern Kings: A Gangster Love Story

by KC Mills

  He nodded and looked up at me, holding his hands up. “My bad, Yetti,” he tried to speak, but it wasn't clear because I had my gun in his mouth.

  “Yo, Yetti, what's the problem?” Nic touched my shoulder and I kept my eyes on dude. I recognized her voice though.

  “This nigga is disrespectful, is what the problem is!”

  “Let him up, Yetti. I’ll have Racer put him out.”

  My eyes were on her and she waved her hand in the air. The bouncer came over and they waited for me to get off dude. I did, and they snatched him up and escorted him to the door. I put my gun away and then moved back to the bar. I lifted my drink and finished it.

  “You alone, where's Keys and Hayes?” Nic looked me over with a concerned expression

  “Shit, I don't know. I’m chilling tonight.”

  She gave me another concerned look. It wasn't really like us to be out without each other, but Keys was with Asha, and of course Hayes was at home with Rah and my niece.

  “Come on, I’ll sit with you for a while.” Nic was cool. She and Keys were close. They had tried to have something, but his hoe ass couldn't commit, so they just agreed to disagree, and now she was like family.

  “I’m good, Nic. You don't have to babysit me. I won't cause any more problems, and I think I’m leaving anyway.”

  “You don't have to leave. And I’m not trying to baby sit you, Yetti. Just catching up with a friend.”

  I pulled money from my pocket and tossed a hundred on the bar before I kissed Nic on the cheek. “Thanks, baby girl, but I’m heading home. Don't say shit to my bothers about this.” I winked at her and she laughed.

  “I’m not a snitch, Yetti.” She smiled and I walked away.

  A few minutes later I was in my car driving with no idea where I was heading, until I hit the highway. Then it got real clear. I needed to see her, even if it was just for a minute.

  I looked at my phone while I sat in my whip outside of Ree’s apartment, trying to decide if I wanted to call her first. It was almost one, but after seeing her grinning all up in dude’s face earlier today, I had to consider the idea that she might actually have company. I didn't really know how the fuck I would react to that, but I guess I was about to find out. I got out, slid my phone into my pocket, and climbed the stairs to get to her door. I used my key and let myself in and smirked at the fact that she hadn't had her locks changed. She knew I still had a key, but she didn't change her locks, which I thought for sure she would.

  Once I was inside, I locked the door behind me and pulled my gun out. I didn't know who was in there with her, so I wasn't taking any chances. I stood quietly in the center of her living room for a minute listening, but it was quiet as hell. No sounds, not even a TV or radio. It was also dark as fuck, which I wasn't feeling because I wasn't real familiar with her place. Hell, I had only been there once, and all I did really was go to sleep and then we left the next morning.

  I made my way to her bedroom and pushed the door open with my gun leading the way. I found Ree knocked out in her bed. She was balled up in the covers with one leg hanging out and her hair all over her head. There was so much of it, that it covered her face and the pillow around her head, since she was on her back.

  She was cute as hell, which brought a smile to my face, and she had no idea I was in her damn place. I needed her to do better with that. I made sure the safety was on my gun before I walked over and sat down next to her on the bed. She stirred a little, released a soft moan that had my dick hard and then turned over. It wasn't until her body hit mine because she moved that she actually woke up.

  I scared the shit out of her, which I expected. Her eyes grew wide as hell and she tried to create some distance between us, but she couldn’t because her body was tangled in the covers and I was sitting on part of them. That was when I noticed that she only hand on a bra and panties.

  “What the hell, Yetti!” I guess she finally realized it was me.

  “Yo, why the fuck you yelling, Reelle?”

  I looked at her with a straight face and she leaned forward and shoved me in the shoulder and then tried to yank the covers from underneath where I was sitting, which didn't work. I decided to play nice and lifted my body enough for her to do so. When I did, she pulled them up enough to cover her chest and then lowered her arms, pressing them to her sides to hold the covers in place.

  “Why are you here? You have got to be the most unreasonable fucking person I know. You don't just walk in people's homes uninvited.”

  “Why not? I have a key, and you didn't change your damn locks, so you must have wanted me to be here.”

  “Oh my God! I hope you don't really think that makes it right. I didn't change my locks because I didn't think you would be crazy enough to come back!”

  I chuckled at how pissed she was. “Fuck you mean you didn't think I was crazy enough? You knew I was! Hell, if I did it one time, you had to know there was a strong ass possibility that I would. So here I am.”

  “Please leave. I can't even deal with you. Just go, please!”

  “Nah, I can't do that. I needed to see you.”

  She tilted her head to the side and glared at me. “You needed to see me? And why is that? You said everything you had to say the last time I saw you, remember? It's been weeks, Yetti. You could have called, you didn't come by like a normal person, in fact you could have been dead for all I know!”

  “What if I was, would you care? Would you miss a nigga?”

  “What kind of questions is that?”

  “Shit, I don't know. You bought it up, so I want to know, would you miss me, Reelle?”

  “I can't answer that. I don't know you enough to say what would I miss.”

  She was right, but I still wanted to know, so I grabbed her little ass up and covered her body with mine. She fought me off until our lips connected and then she slowly eased up. Her damn lips were so soft, and apparently she hadn't been asleep for long because I could taste the mint from whatever toothpaste she used before she went to sleep. When I let up, I hovered over her for a moment, just looking at her. She was calm for a minute, but that changed quick as hell because she hauled off and slapped the shit out of me. Her little ass hand stung my face and hurt like hell, but I didn't do anything. I didn't move at all. I just sank my teeth into my lip and kept my eyes on hers. She looked mad as fuck, but didn't say anything. She just looked at me.

  “So if I died would you miss that?”

  “You’re crazy. Like need to see a doctor for some serious evaluation type crazy. Now get off of me!”

  She shoved me in my chest and I laughed, but I moved.

  I walked over to her dresser, leaned against it and she climbed out of her bed and moved toward the same dresser. Shoved me to the side and then opened the drawer, yanking a shirt out. After pulling it over her head, she found a pair of shorts and stepped into them.

  “Yo, if I don't put my hands on you, then you don't need to put your hands on me.” I pointed at her and she sucked her teeth, ignoring me and focused on my gun.

  “Is that loaded?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Because it's a gun, and it’s on my dresser.”

  I chuckled and picked it up. I held it out to her so that she could see it. “You’re good. The safety is on.”

  “I don't care. It's still a loaded gun in my apartment.”

  I placed it back on the dresser and she just glared at me.

  “I don't even know why I’m here.”

  “Me either, so do us both a favor and leave.”

  “I don't mean it like that, Reelle. I’m here because I wanted to see you, but I don’t know why. I know you’re not fucking with me like that, but for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about you or wanting to be around you. That’s crazy, right?”

  She just looked at me, clearly not knowing how to answer, so I laughed.

  “I know you think it’s crazy, shit you think I’m crazy! You made that shit real clear, and maybe I am, but that don't
have shit to do with the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  “I don’t understand you, Yetti. You don’t make sense.” Her expression softened a little when she spoke.

  “How is that?”

  “You stepped to Burke for me and then basically treated me like shit after you did. Then you just disappeared and now here you are claiming that you can’t stop thinking about me. You don’t make sense.”

  I smiled and then moved my hand down my face before I gripped the back of my neck. “That shit don't make sense does it? But that’s me. You're right. I don’t make sense Reelle. It’s who I am, though.”

  “Why did you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Why did you treat me like that at the club that night?”

  “Shit, I don't know. I was just in one of my moods, I guess.”

  I could tell from the way she looked at me that she didn't believe my answer.

  “That’s a lie. Tell me the truth or you can leave now.”

  I stared at her for a few more minutes and then decided what the hell. “You wanna know the truth?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “I heard that nigga say that he was your first and that he could have you anytime he wanted. That shit pissed me off, so I left.”

  I watched her face and in a matter of seconds her entire expression changed. She looked hurt and embarrassed before she folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at me.

  “Did you sleep with her?”

  “Who?”

  “The girl you left with?”

  Damn, I forgot all about that. “Yeah, I did.” There was no reason to lie.

  “Okay, so you have no room to talk then, and I’m not your girl, Yetti. Why do you care who I’ve been with? And for the record, I’ve only been with one person? So I'm not ashamed of that.”

  “’Cause that nigga is a fucking pussy. He didn't deserve to be your first. He didn't deserve to be your anything.” I took a step toward her and she took one back.

  “Fuck you move for? I’m not gon’ put my hands on you, Reelle. I don't hit women.” I raised my voice and didn't mean to.

  “I don't care whether you hit women or not, but I can promise you won't put your hands on me.” She moved aggressively towards me until we were inches apart and then pointed her little ass finger in my face. She was small as fuck compared to my size so it made me laugh.

  “Since everything is a joke to you. Why don't you just leave. I’m not in a joking mode and I really think you should go.

  I stared her right in the eyes before I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me. “You want me to leave, Reelle?”

  I didn't even give her a chance to answer. I just leaned down and kissed her, and she let me. It was rough and aggressive, but it felt good. She felt good.

  I let go of her waist and moved my hands into her shorts, squeezing her ass and then I let them move up her back. Again, she didn't stop me, so I pulled away and lifted her shirt over her head. Damn, I knew I was wrong as fuck, but I needed to feel her, and if she was gon’ let me, I was about to do it.

  “Yetti, hold on, wait. I’m not doing this with you.” She was breathing extremely hard after I tossed her shirt on the floor.

  “Why not? You know you want to.”

  “Because, we…”

  I didn't want to hear that shit. So I kissed her again. I wasn't trying to hear anything that was going to shut this down. While I sucked on her lips, again my hands were in her shorts, but this time I slid them down her body along with her panties. She stepped out of them and I used one hand to spread her thighs apart while the other got tangled in her hair.

  Our kisses got hungry and intense while my fingers worked their way inside her. The more intense our kisses got the faster I moved them until she pulled away, her head fell back and she began to shake.

  Hell yeah! I grabbed her waist and walked backed her to the bed and when she was on it, I dropped to my knees and dived in head first with her legs draped across my shoulders and I went to work.

  “Mmmm, shit!” her soft voice was sexy as fuck and had me motivated.

  This wasn't really my thing, but for some reason I had to taste her, and I was glad I did. She had my ass about to explode, and she wasn't doing shit to me. I knew I was in trouble because I couldn’t get enough. I sent my tongue down her slit in and out of her while my thumb massaged her swollen nub. She damn her near jumped away from me, but I gripped her waist with my free hand and held her in place.

  “Oh shit, got damn. I can't fucking breathe.”

  I could feel my smile forming as I went harder. I licked her clit and then sucked on it while I let my fingers enter her. With a slow steady rhythm, I stroked her from the inside until I felt her legs begin to tremble and then I picked up my pace, moving in and out of her until she shoved me away. Reelle covered her face like she was trying to hide. I started a trail of kisses up her stomach which make her tremble even more.

  “Move your hands, Reelle. I want to see your face, baby girl.”

  She moved her head from side to side to tell me no and I laughed while I kicked off my shoes, reached in my pocket for a condom and then worked my way out of my jeans.

  After I ripped open the condom, I started planting kisses all over her body while I rolled it down on me and then moved up her body enough to get to her opening. She had finally uncovered her face, so I kissed her a few times and then pushed forward to enter her.

  “Hold oh, hold on, hold on.” She used her hands to try and force me to stop. I was praying she didn't tell me to. I really didn't think I could. I would have if she really wanted me to, but damn, I needed this shit.

  “What sup, Ree?”

  “It hurts. Hold on, give me a minute.”

  “Just let me get it in, Reelle, I'll go slow.” I knew that shit probably hurt, hell I knew what I was working with, but I was impatient as fuck. I needed to feel her.

  “Slow, Yetti. And I mean it.”

  I nodded and started inching my way in. She closed her eyes like it was gon’ help, but I kissed her and tried to take my time halfway there, I pulled out and then pushed in again but this time all the way. Her body tensed up and she mumbled something I couldn't understand.

  “You want me to stop, Reelle?” Shit, please don't say yes.

  Instead of speaking, she just shook her head and then buried her face in my chest. I started with slow steady strokes and tried my best to be easy, but it was feeling too good, so I picked up my pace a little. The deeper I got, the more she held on and she kept releasing these soft sexy moans that had me about to lose my damn mind. That combined with the suction I was feeling had a nigga gone.

  I knew it was wrong as fuck, but I was about to erase any memory she had of any muthafucker that came before me. I needed that. It was selfish as fuck, but this was about me and what I needed. I found myself digging deep, trying to hit shit that had never been touched before, and Reelle was right there with me. She matched my strokes, throwing it back, even though her damn face was balled up the entire time.

  I was feeling accomplished because I knew that no one had ever had her that way. I was making sure of that. And when she pulled me close and whispered my name in my ear, I damn near lost it. Thank God she came right before ’cause if she hadn’t, I was gon’ be fighting a losing battle if I was trying to hold out.

  “I came so hard my damn back hurt from the way my muscles tensed up. I was done for. After a few minutes, when I had my head right, I rolled off her onto my back and closed my eyes. It was quiet as fuck in the room, other than our breathing until she spoke up.

  “You can leave now.” She spoke low, but it was clear as hell.

  “What?” I sat up and leaned on one side so that I could face her.

  “You heard me. This is why you’re here, right? Well you got it, so you can leave now”

  “Fuck outta here with that shit, man. I didn't didn't come here to have sex with you. You know how many bitches I have access to, Reelle, I can ge
t pussy anytime I want. It happened, but that's not why I’m here. It didn't have shit to do with that and don’t try and put that on me. I see you didn't stop me, did you? Man, fuck this!”

  Just that quick I was heated. This is why I didn't want to deal with anybody. Shit like this happens. She trying to call me out on some fuck shit, and that wasn’t my intention. I honestly just wanted to see her.

  I grabbed my shit and left her room, heading to the bathroom. After I cleaned up, I was on my way to the door, but forgot that I left my gun on her dresser so I went back. She was sitting on the edge of her bed looking all lost and shit, which had me fucked up. I bit my lip and shook my damn head because I couldn’t leave like that. Fuck.

  “Reelle.”

  “What, Yetti? Don't stop now! You were leaving, right?” She jumped up and started grabbing her clothes. And then left her room, moving fast as hell. I heard the damn bathroom door slam and then the shower come on.

  Everything in me was telling me to leave but I couldn't move, so I sat my ass down and waited. Fuck was she doing to me. Thirty minutes later she was walking through her bedroom door. When she saw me, she looked surprised.

  “Why are you still here, Yetti?”

  “Fuck if I know. I tried to leave, but I couldn’t.” I looked at her and laughed, but didn't really know why. I guess that shit was funny to me that she had a hold on me and I couldn't do shit about it.

  Reelle rolled her damn eyes and the went to her bed. I lowered my head in my hand and dug my fingers in my hair.

  “I told you I didn't come here for that and I meant it. I don't want you to think that.”

  “I don't, so you can leave.” She snapped.

  “You and that damn flip ass mouth. I’m trying to make this shit right, Reelle, damn. This ain't my shit. I don't know how to do this shit, man. You think I give a fuck about anybody’s feeling but my own? Well I don't! I never have until now, but I don't want you feeling bad about that shit. So I’m here. I’m here but I don't know what the fuck to say to you or what to do because this ain't my shit, Reelle. Can you just cut a nigga some slack?”

  My head was still down. She burst out laughing and it pissed me off. Here I am trying and she thought that shit was funny.