"Nic."
I jumped when I saw Maurice. "Oh fuck! Maurice, you scared me," I said with my hand over my heart.
"What you doing here ma?" he asked smiling.
"I'm uh, Kendrick told me to pick something up for him, but I'm leaving now," I said as I attempted to walk past him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the room. He closed the door and smiled.
"Maurice, I have to go," I said, scared as hell.
"I just want to talk to you for a second," he said as he walked closer to me.
"About what?" I asked backing away.
"You look so beautiful in that dress. I've wanted you for so long baby," he said as he touched my hair.
"Maurice. If Kendrick-"
"Fuck Kendrick!" he yelled, and I jumped. "Don't be scared of me Nic. I love you."
"You love me?" I asked confused.
"Yeah, ever since the first time Kendrick brought you around," he said backing me into the wall.
"If you love me Maurice, then please let me leave," I pleaded.
"Can't do that. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You always around Kendrick," he said. I tried to rush past him, but he grabbed me and slammed me into the wall.
"Maurice stop!" I yelled as he covered my mouth with one hand. I pushed him with all my strength, but he was way too strong. "Please Maurice!" I begged, but it came out muffled. I bit his hand and he smiled.
"I like it rough," he said, and banged my head on the wall. My eyes started to water due to the pain in the back of my head.
He reached under my dress and ripped my lace panties, as I clawed at his face. Tears were spilling down my face, as I wondered how this could be happening to me again. He pressed his body against mine, and positioned himself between my legs. He let go of my mouth to unbuckle his pants, and I punched him. He slapped me hard as hell, busting my lip, and then grabbed my neck, slamming me into the wall. Just as he grabbed my legs and lifted me around his waist, I heard a gun cock.
"Put her down nigga," Kendrick said, as he pressed the gun to the back of his head.
Maurice dropped me down slowly, and threw his hands up in a surrender motion. I ran behind Kendrick as soon as he did.
"I'm sorry man, let me explain," Maurice said, as he faced the wall.
Kendrick didn't say anything, he just pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter, splattered onto the wall, and he slumped down. Kendrick put his gun away, and I latched onto him. He hugged me tightly and kissed my neck as I cried. "Oh my God, Kendrick," I cried into his shirt, as he held onto me tightly.
"It's okay ma. I'm sorry about this shit," he said as he rubbed my back. He lifted my face and kissed my lips softly. "I told you I won’t ever let anything happen to you," he said, as he stared in my eyes.
He walked me to his car, called Dice to come get my car, and Draco for the clean-up crew. When we got home, we decided to take a bath together.
"What was you doing at my condo anyway?" Kendrick asked, as I straddled his lap. I shrugged as if I didn't know.
"You snooping on your husband?" he smiled. I half smiled, and he pulled me close for a kiss. "I'm gone do right by you ma, I promise," he said as he kissed me. I sucked on his lips, and then he pulled me closer to dip his tongue in my mouth. “I was snooping on you too. That’s how I was able to save you from Maurice’s bitch ass. I followed you,” he chuckled and so did I. He kissed my lips softly, and it sent a wave through my body.
"Ahhh, ahhh!" I moaned as he slid me down onto his dick. We made love all night, until Kendrin woke up in the middle of me giving Kendrick head.
Chapter Thirteen: Kendrew King
It was time to face the truth about Portia. I had been stalking her place for a bit, to see if I saw the nigga Deija told me about. I was chilling, with my seat leaned all the way back. My windows were tinted, but I still felt like I needed to be discreet.
I heard loud ass music and rattling, which let me know a nigga was pulling up. The music got even louder, which let me know it was closer, and then it shut off. I heard a door slam, and then the alarm beep, so I sat up. It was a big, stalky ass black nigga, who got out. He had on black basketball shorts, a black shirt, and black tennis shoes. Did super dark muthafuckas feel like they had to wear all black? He looked to be about 6'2” like myself, but a little chubby. I watched him as he approached Portia's door. She opened it, and he leaned down for a kiss. Means nothing, I thought to myself, but I hope he knew his bitch was begging me for dick every day. I waited a couple minutes, then walked up to her door. After knocking a few times, I could hear someone looking through the peephole. The door flung open, and Portia stood there with a shit-eating grin.
"What's up ma? I'm here to see my son," I said as I barged in.
"Drew, wait, this ain't a good time," she said, trying to chase after me. I kept my pace, until I made it to the living room area. The big stalky nigga looked at me, and then Portia.
"Who is this?" he asked.
"I thought I was her baby daddy," I smiled.
"Portia, what the fuck is he talking about?" This nigga’s voice was deep as hell, like James Earl Jones deep.
"Jamani, Drew, let me explain," she said.
"Please explain, Portia," I said as I made myself comfortable on her love seat.
"Brent is…isn't yours, Drew," she said fidgeting.
"I thought so. So in that case, you need to have your boy here foot the bill for this condo," I spat.
"What?!" Jamani barked.
"Oh yeah, since I'm not the daddy like she said I was, I ain't paying the $1800 a month for this shit no more," I chuckled knowing her nigga couldn't afford the place.
"Drew don't do that! You know I love you regardless. Don't blame Brent for what I did," she said, grabbing my arm.
"Bitch get the fuck off me!" I yelled. I snatched my arm and stormed out. This bitch chased me outside and hopped in front of me.
"Please Drew, I need you baby. I love you," she said as she grabbed my face. I snatched her hands off and pushed her down onto her freshly manicured lawn. As I proceeded to my car, I saw Jamani standing in the doorway.
"Get your bitch! She making y'all both look bad!" I yelled to him, as Portia was pulling on my arm and jacket hood. I picked her up, and sat her back in her grass, then ran and hopped in my car before she could get up. I sped off, as she banged on my trunk with her fists.
"Kendrew Drix King!!! Kendrew!! Drew please!" she screamed loud as hell, all while her nigga stood in the doorway like a bitch. I sped home shaking my head at her lying ass. I couldn't believe I almost let her ruin my relationship. I knew I needed to make it up to Deija though. I picked up two-dozen roses for my girl and sped home.
"Deija!" I called out, and my baby Kameko came running out.
"Are you Deija?" I asked smiling down at her. She nodded her head yes and smiled.
"Well that's too bad cause I have a gift for Kameko King," I smiled.
"I'm Kameko King!" she yelped and pointed to herself.
"That's what I thought. Go get dressed so I can take you and mommy shopping," I said as I kissed her cheek. She hugged my neck tightly, and ran up the stairs.
"What's all the excitement?" Deija asked, as Kameko flew past her.
"These are for you babe."
"Oh my gosh! I love roses Drew!" she smiled as she sniffed them.
"I know baby," I replied watching her.
"What are these for?" she smiled.
"Just for always having my back and sticking by me, even when I didn't deserve to breathe your same air. For always giving me another chance, every time I fucked up. For loving me unconditionally, and of course bringing my babies here," I replied. She rushed me and hugged me tightly.
"And this is why I do it. Cause you appreciate me. I love you Kendrew," she smiled flashing her perfect teeth.
"I love you too Deija," I kissed her soft lips. We kissed for a while, until Kameko came running out.
"I'm ready daddy!" she smiled.
"For what?" Deija
asked.
"I'm gone take y’all shopping and to dinner," I said.
Deija smiled and kissed my lips. "Well, let me pack the diaper bag for Kendrew Jr. Can you get the stroller please? The double one," Deija said to me.
"I don't want to ride in the stroller daddy!" Kameko pouted.
"Well, when you get all tired, no one is gonna carry you, Meko," Deija replied and walked off. Simple shit like this, is what I lived for.
***
"Ahhh Drew," Deija moaned as she rode my dick nice and slow. I flipped her on her back, and then put her legs over my shoulders. I slid back into her sopping wet walls, and pump slowly.
"Deija baby, fuck," I moaned as I felt my stomach muscles tense up. I sped up my pace and we exploded together. I let her legs down and kissed her soft, full lips. "I love you Deija," I said in between kisses. I was so proud of how far we came.
Chapter Fourteen: Kendreeis King
"That movie made me wanna be a gangsta rapper," Morgan smiled, as we walked out the movie hand in hand. We had just seen Straight Outta Compton, and it obviously got to her crazy ass.
"That would be a damn sight to see," I chuckled, and so did she.
"Don't you think mommy could do it Kaleeini?" She smiled at him as I held him on my hip. I shook my head at him as he smiled and she smacked my arm. "Don't sway his decision!" she laughed.
"I still love you though," I smiled and leaned down to kiss her. Once we reached the car, I buckled Kaleeini in, and then we pulled out the lot. "You hungry?" I asked Morgan.
"I could eat," she smiled. I kissed the back of her hand, and I heard rustling like someone was in the car. As soon as I looked over my right shoulder, I saw Katrina wrap her forearm around Morgan's neck, and place a gun to her head. "Wait whoa! Ms. Colaneri!" I yelled as I swerved lanes.
"Oh my god!" Morgan yelled, as fear overcame her face.
"Relax baby," I told her.
"Kendreeis, if she wasn't in the picture we could be…" Katrina cried, as she sweat profusely. I couldn't believe this bitch was pulling this in the car with my son. I couldn't believe she was pulling this period. I pulled over and slowly unbuckled my seatbelt. Morgan's hands were clenched onto Katrina's forearm as it held tightly around her neck.
"Ms. Colaneri, relax ma. You ain't got to kill her for us to be," I forced a smile on my face. Morgan shot me a look like she wanted to fuck me up.
"But she's in the fucking way Dreeis!" Katrina yelled, and adjusted her sweaty hand on the gun.
"No. I was just thinking of a way to tell her that I had feelings for you," I said. Morgan bucked her eyes. I think she was so mad, she had forgotten a gun was to her head.
"What nigga?" Morgan spat, and turned up her lip.
"Really?" Katrina chuckled, and wiped the sweat off her forehead with her bicep.
"Yeah ma, let's get out the car and talk for a second," I smiled. She gazed into my eyes and smiled big.
"No. No. Say whatever you have to say in front of her. She might get all ghetto, and then if need be, I can blow her head open!" Katrina spat. I glanced at Kaleeini and thanked God he was asleep.
"Bitch who the fuck you calling ghetto?!" Morgan yelled.
"Morgan, shut yo’ ass up!" I yelled, and she stared me down.
"Now Katrina baby, put the gun down and I will talk."
"I can't do that Kendreeis! She's crazy!" Katrina replied referring to Morgan; pot calling the kettle black ass bitch.
"Aight, Morgan. Get out the car ma. What you and I have is done. I'm sure you can go back to your mother’s and stay with her. Get Kaleeini, I don't need any reminders of you," I said, and stared into her eyes. Thank God she nodded in agreement.
"Fine! I’ve been cheating on you anyway nigga," she spat. I almost went off on her ass, but had to remind myself there was a bigger issue at hand.
"Katrina, let her get out," I said calmly. Katrina released her, and Morgan got out the car.
"Come sit up here ma," I smiled at Katrina. I hoped she got out, but of course she climbed through the center between the front seats. Morgan opened the door on Kaleeini's side, and pretended to take his whole car seat out. She stalled until I made my next move. "Give me the gun baby," I smiled and rubbed Katrina's thigh.
"I can't do that," she replied.
"Look, if I'm gone be yo’ man, you need to follow my lead. I don't want my lady toting a gun," I licked my lips, and eyed her body. She handed it over to my surprise, and I cranked up the car. I winked at her and then she smiled. I took the gun and knocked the shit out of her twice with the butt of it. She passed out and slumped over. "Get in!" I yelled to Morgan.
I sped to the warehouse, keeping my eye on Katrina, and I saw she started to become conscious. "Hit her babe!" I yelled to Morgan, and tossed the gun over my shoulder, into her lap.
"You mean like-"
"Yes! Knock this bitch out!" I yelled, as I glanced back and forth between the road and Katrina. Morgan finally clocked her in the back of the head with the gun. "One more time ma, just like that," I said as we neared the warehouse. Morgan bashed her ass in the head again, and I saw blood leak down the nape of her neck, as she passed out again. "Damn ma!" I chuckled ‘cause she made her bleed.
"That's for choking me bitch," Morgan commented and then sat back.
We got to the warehouse, and Morgan's blows kept Katrina knocked out. "Good job baby," I smiled, and she leaned up to kiss my lips. I hopped out and ran to the passenger side to get Katrina. I opened the door, and threw her over my shoulder. Kaleeini started to cry, so Morgan unbuckled him, and started to console him. "Keep that gun baby, just in case," I said, as I opened the secret compartment in the floor of my car to retrieve another.
I ran into the warehouse with Katrina draped over me. Once I made it to a secluded room, I pumped six shots between her eyes, and then called Dice for clean up.
"Regardless of how I felt before, we have no choice but to off Niko," I told Kendrick, as I walked to my car.
"Yeah, Kayden had to body they son for tryna fuck with Christy," he said and I shook my head.
"Well I'm behind you in however you want to take this nigga down."
"Bet," he said and we hung up.
I got to my car and made sure Morgan and Kaleeini were okay. I took a deep breath, as I watched the clean-up crew leave. "Are you still hungry babe?" I smiled in my rearview mirror at Morgan.
"I will just cook," she laughed, as Kaleeini made baby noises.
***
"You did good tonight baby," I said as I scooped some rice into my mouth.
"Yeah?" she smiled.
"Yeah, you not a good girl no more; you my ride or die," I smiled.
"I’ve always been that," she said as she sat in my lap.
"Yeah you have. I can't wait to make this official," I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist. "And what you mean you been cheating on me?" I smiled, thinking about her extra ass.
"Oh, I just said that to make it more fun. I've always wanted to say that," she chuckled and so did I.
"You better had been joking woman."
"You know I was daddy," she smiled.
We kissed for a bit, and continued to eat the fried pork chops and rice.
Chapter Fourteen: Kendrick King
Tonight was the fucking night. Niko Colaneri had to go. He had been doing little shit here and there to fuck with me, after getting me shot; making Nic go on dates with fuck niggas, killing a couple of my staff, all kinds of shit. This nigga had to go, whether Nic wanted him gone or not.
Niko was smarter than Houston and French, so I knew I had to be a bit more strategic with this nigga. As hard as it was, I had to make turtle moves. I wanted to just run up on him and kill his ass, but I knew that’d be the wrong move for me.
I sat outside his house, like I had been doing for the past month. Yes, a damn month; I wanted to make this shit perfect. I needed to know his every move; I was not about to die. It was 9pm, and he finally came home. He'd been having meetings to find out who ki
lled his wife and son, until late in the night. See, he was so disconnected from his damn family that he had no idea about what they were doing. If he was invested in his son's life, he would've known Tony was chasing after Christy, which ultimately led to his demise. Same with his wife, he had no idea she was stalking Kendreeis. He didn't even suspect us. I laughed to myself, because he was so fucking in the dark on who took his family members. That's what happens when your family keeps secrets from you, another reason why Nic being so secretive pissed me off.
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