by Ne Ne Capri
“Let me check on her,” Kayson said, sliding his hand up her dress only to find out she was soaking wet. “Stand up.” He walked her to the edge of the balcony and she sat on the ledge. He stood between her legs.
“Oh shit, Kayson, I’m scared. You betta not drop me,” she said, looking down at the sharp rocks below.
“I got you.” He kissed her soft lips. “Put him where he needs to be.” KoKo grabbed his dick and guided him to home plate. He slid inside her letting out a small moan then went to pleasing his wife. The whole atmosphere was perfect. The excitement of being up that high and the emotion of danger as she could hear the water crashing up against the rocks along with the newness of being his wife brought KoKo’s orgasm on strong one after the next. Kayson started to stroke faster and faster as she held on for dear life. He went in deep and grinded until he busted long and hard. Then he stood there enjoying her muscles tightening around him.
“Damn. That's what I'm talking about,” Kayson said out of breath.
“I want some more. Let’s go home so you can fuck my brains out,” KoKo responded.
“We are home. I own this shit, too. And don’t be trying to kill me ‘cause your name is on shit now.”
KoKo laughed. “Shieet. You the one got me all on the cliff.”
“Let’s go break this new shit in. I saw a counter and a few walls that look like they need a good waxing.” He let her down and they headed to the room to complete their evening.
Kayson woke up at about 7:00 and looked around the room. He ran his hand over his face then sat up in the bed. Looking over at KoKo, he smiled and rubbed her back. She was so worn out she didn’t even move. He swung his legs over the edge and stepped off the bed headed for the bathroom. Once he returned to the room, he sat in the chair next to the bed and picked up the phone.
“Hello.” His mother answered.
“We did it.” Kayson said with a smile on his face.
“Awww. Son, how did it go?” Monique asked as she sat up in her bed.
“She was the most beautiful bride I ever saw. It was perfect.”
Monique took a deep breath and closed her eyes in an attempt to imagine the event. “I wish I could have been there.”
“Me too.” Kayson said staring at KoKo.
“Don’t worry, I will be feeling much better by the time you get home.”
“I’m praying for you. Me and KoKo are going to take you out to celebrate as soon as we get back.”
“I look forward to it. Kiss my daughter in law and tell her I love her.”
“Love you ma.”
“Love you too. Kayson?”
“Yes.”
“Make her happy.”
“I will.” With that, they disconnected the call. He sat for a while just watching her sleep, then he got in the bed and snuggled up next to her.
For the next couple of days, Kayson met with several people and took care of some shit before they headed back to New York. This time, they flew in the jet. He wanted to make sure he rode that ass all the way home.
Chapter 27
Traitor
Stop Kayson.’ KoKo was whining as she tried to move Kayson’s hand from her face and go back to sleep.
Kayson laughed as he began planting kisses on her face and lips. He had been messing with her while she was trying to take a nap in the limo. “Wake up ma. We about to pull up.” KoKo sat up and stretched.
“Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?” She said then chuckled.
“Yup.” He said leaning in and kissing her again. The car came to a stop and the driver got out and opened the door.
When they walked up to the door, they were exhausted. They opened the door and allowed the chauffeur to carry in the bags. Kayson tipped him three hundred dollars and proceeded to carry KoKo over the threshold. He placed her down softly on the coach then went to close the door.
“Thank you, baby. If all this shit ended tomorrow, I would have no regrets.”
“Don’t even try it. You’re not getting rid of me that quick,” KoKo shot back.
“I'm not trying to get rid of you. Sheeit, you see that ring? You got a lot of work to do to pay me back.”
“What?” KoKo said, punching him in the arm.
Kayson laughed. “I'm just playing, Mrs. Wells.”
“That sounds so sweet. Say it again.”
Kayson kissed her lips lightly then looked her in her eyes. “You. Are. Mrs. Kayson Wells.”
KoKo closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Ce'Asia Wells. That is crazy.”
“You are so beautiful,” Kayson said, gazing into her eyes.
“You ain’t too bad on the eyes either.” KoKo smiled.
“Well, let’s go upstairs and let me put my baby in a nice hot tub then give him a massage.”
“Yeah, I need to soak in the tub and get a massage. I’m still sore from when you were holding on to a brotha's neck all tight up on that balcony,” he said, standing up and pulling her to her feet.
“Hell yeah, I was holding on tight. Your dick is good, but not good enough to fall off a fucking cliff.”
“Damn.” Kayson looked at his dick and said, “See how she do you?” He cuffed his ear with his hand. “I know she hurt your feelings. I'll make her apologize.”
“You need help. You and your dick.” She turned to head for the elevator. Kayson came up behind her, grabbed her around the waist, and kissed her on the neck.
“You should be very satisfied already, Mr. Sugar Monster,” she said in a very calm voice.
“Well, I own all this now so you can’t deny me.”
“I was never able to deny you before because when I say no, you just take it.” She chuckled.
“Just like I’m getting ready to do right now.” He walked her to the elevator.
The maid interrupted. “Excuse me, Mr. Wells. Baseem and Aldeen are here to see you,” she said.
“Damn. Didn’t I teach them niggas timing?” he said aloud.
“Well, go play with your friends. I’m going to start unpacking and hop in the shower,” KoKo stated as they got on the elevator.
Kayson stopped on the second floor and went straight to his office. His partners were already seated. Aldeen got up and gave Kayson some dap and sat back down. Baseem stood up and did the same. Kayson sat in his big leather chair. Aldeen was the first to speak.
“What’s up, my nigga? You look all relaxed and shit,” he said with a big Kool Aid smile.
“I’m good,” he said, thinking of the two weeks he’d just spent with KoKo. True to form, he went right into business. “Any updates?” he asked casually.
“Nah, I ain’t got no news. But I do have a question,” Aldeen said, looking Kayson in the eyes.
“What’s up?” Kayson asked.
“What the fuck is that on your finger, nigga?” Aldeen started laughing.
Kayson looked at his hand and smiled. “Oh this?”
“Yeah nigga, that.”
“Me and KoKo got married.”
“Get the fuck outta here! How the fuck did she get you to do that?”
“Nah, how did I get her to do it?” Kayson said, going into his memory bank for all the happy thoughts of how good he felt from the time she said yes.
Baseem busted out with, “Daaaamn. Y’all went and got married?”
“Yeah, she blessed a brotha. I have a lifetime supply of hot KoKo.”
Baseem and Aldeen started to laugh and shake their heads.
“I thought you were just training her?” Aldeen reminded him of a conversation they had two years ago.
“Yeah, and I trained her well and I can’t let the next nigga benefit from all that good lovin’.”
“Shit, I know that’s right,” Aldeen said, agreeing with Kayson.
“So enough of my business. What’s going on in the streets?”
Aldeen quickly got serious. “The streets are good, and everybody rolled over nice after the takeover. I haven’t seen or heard any ill wil
l,” Aldeen reported.
Kayson squinted, giving him that death stare. “What do you mean you haven’t heard or seen any ill will? When is the last time you ran the beat and checked pulses?” Aldeen was off his square because he wasn’t used to Kayson talking to him like that.
“I sent Akbar,” he answered.
Kayson leaned his head slightly to the right and looked at Aldeen like he’d lost his fucking mind. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean to me?” he responded. The color in Aldeen’s face faded.
“Look, Kayson. Either you trust me or you don’t. I been keeping up with shit the way I know how for years.” He got quiet like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Kayson said his infamous line, “Is that right?”
“Come on, man, you know me. I’m loyal as hell and I handle everything you ask of me,” Aldeen explained with the quickness.
“Yeah that’s true, but sometimes comfort can sign a nigga’s death certificate.” Kayson sat forward making serious eye contact with Aldeen. Meanwhile, Baseem looked back and forth at them wondering where this shit was going next.
Kayson walked to his wet bar and poured himself a shot of Hennessey Black then turned around and said, “Make better runs. It’s no way every muthafucka that works for us is happy. It’s always a muthafucka trying to come up. How the fuck do you think we got where we are? Never second guess the next nigga’s greed.”
Aldeen nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you right.”
Kayson took his glass to the head, turned back to the bar, and set it down. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to Aldeen. “I have never guided you wrong. And I don’t have to doubt a nigga because when I feel like they ain’t worthy, the last thing they see is black.” He took another shot to the head and looked over at Aldeen. He glanced back at Kayson and for the first time, he was scared of him; he saw something in those eyes that he could only explain as terror. The room went silent for a few seconds. Kayson moved next to Baseem, put his hand on Aldeen’s shoulder, and locked eyes with him.
“Never question my trust in you.” After a short pause he said, “The streets are waiting.”
Aldeen and Baseem headed to the door. Once they were on the elevator, Baseem asked, “What the fuck was that about?”
Aldeen was still caught in the moment. “All this shit we are into is all about business. The moment you think it ain’t, you’re a muthafuckin dead man.” The elevator doors opened and they hopped in the BMW and were out.
Kayson watched the monitors to make sure they were gone. He hit all the locks and security system and then went upstairs. Exiting the elevator, he saw KoKo standing in the mirror fully dressed in jeans, a hoodie, boots, a bulletproof vest, and gun holster. She had snatched her hair into a ponytail and put on a baseball cap.
“Where the fuck do you think you going?” he asked.
KoKo heard his voice ring through the bedroom.
“I got to check on the streets,” she said, loading her two guns into the holsters.
“Nah baby, you ain’t going out there. I got them niggas on it.”
“That’s not what I heard.” She moved around continuing to get ready.
Kayson looked at her like, hold the fuck up. “What do you mean that’s not what you heard?” he asked.
KoKo bent over and placed her .22 in the ankle holster then said, “I came downstairs to see what you wanted to eat and I overheard Aldeen say some uncertain type shit and Baseem didn’t have a report at all. That nigga just sat up there co-signing. What kind of bullshit is that?” She turned around, went to the table to grab a gwap of money and two blunts she had rolled. Kissing Kayson on the lips, she said, “I’ll see you in a little while,” and headed to the door.
Kayson yelled out, “You’re going to have to give these streets up, KoKo.”
She turned to him and said, “When we get a reliable nigga to run shit, I will.” Winking at him, she said, “I love you,” and bounced.
At first, Kayson was going to make her come back, but then he remembered why he hired her in the first place. He had to admit she was the most loyal member on the team and if shit needed to be found out, she damn sure was going to find it. He had to remind himself that she signed up for the same mission he did. He couldn’t let his personal feelings get in the way of business because that is how muthafuckas end up dirt napping.
KoKo had been gone for about fifteen minutes. Kayson had already got into character and got dressed and was on her heels. Shit, he was no fool. He had the same taste for the streets that she did and he could feel something wasn’t right.
Once KoKo got to the block, she saw Akbar out there doing what she interpreted as negotiating with a nigga and it looked like Moe.
“What the fuck?” she said to herself. Her frown line deepened, and her heart was racing. Grabbing both guns out the holster, she prepared for a little killing time.
KoKo emerged from between two cars catching both men off guard. “Let me find out we got some snakes in our camp.”
Akbar put all his attention on KoKo then said, “Sheeit. Bitch, I ain’t Dee. If you’re going to pull a gun on me you betta use it,” he spat as he reached for a gat of his own.
Too late. KoKo shot him in the hand causing his gun to go flying.
“Just like Dee, you sleeping on a bitch.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Bitch, you betta kill me.” Akbar bent over, holding his hand and moaning in pain.
“Oh, be patient. It’s coming.” She turned her energy to Moe. “I knew you were a bitch made nigga, but damn, plotting behind our back with this no account nigga is weak as hell.”
Moe took a long pull from his blunt, careful not to do too much too fast. Then he spat out, “Our back? You ain’t got no investment in my money. My only loyalty is to Kayson, not the bitch he lay pipe to. As far as I’m concerned, I put my work in. Now I’m moving on.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah bitch, it is right,” Moe said, plucking the blunt into KoKo's face trying to get her off guard. He was successful. That move brought him a small window, so he leaped at her going for her guns. They tussled back and forth. He head butted her causing her to fall to the ground. KoKo was a little dazed. When she looked up, Moe stood over her with both of her guns pointed at her.
Akbar stood up in pride and smiled at the situation. “Yeah bitch, it don’t feel good staring down the barrel of two guns, now does it?”
“Fuck you! I ain’t scared to take a life and I damn sure ain’t afraid to lose one. All I can say is, don’t miss, muthafucka.”
“You know what? You sexy as hell. Laying up there trying to be tough with death hovering over your head. I see why Kayson is pimping you so hard.” He clicked the gun back releasing one in the chamber.
KoKo started laughing, then shook her head from side to side. “Yeah, all y’all niggas is the same. It’s all about good pussy. If you weren’t such a bitch ass nigga, you could have found out for yourself.” Slowly, she raised her left leg, giving him a shot of her pussy print. Moe took a minute to look then said, “Damn shame all that good pussy is about to go to waste.”
In one move, she grabbed the .22 and squeezed, hitting him in the pelvis. He yelled out in pain then tried to squeeze off a shot that hit the sidewalk inches from KoKo’s face. He went to release again but was stopped in his tracks. The whistle of the bullet that hit his head was from Kayson’s gun. He had shown up just in time. Moe’s lifeless body fell right beside KoKo. As Akbar hit the ground taking cover, he went to KoKo's side. “You a’ight?” Kayson asked.
“Yeah.” She rubbed her forehead and felt a small cut from the head butt. There was a little blood but no need for the hospital.
“Go get in my truck. Go over to the twin’s house so she can look at that cut. Call all them muthafuckas and tell them to meet me at the uptown underground spot in an hour and not one of them had better not show up late. I want you there, too.” He helped her up, gave her a nasty look, then turned his attention back
to Akbar, who had taken a shot and was on the ground pleading for his life.
Kayson helped him up and then called a cab. An hour later, he was walking into the building. Everyone was sitting around looking paranoid. Kayson held a black duffle bag. He was quiet as hell with an evil look in his eyes that no one had ever witnessed. In his hand was a 12-inch machete. He walked over to KoKo and looked at her forehead. Twin had put a butterfly stitch in her forehead and gave her an antibiotic and pain medication. Kayson kissed her forehead and that would be the last moment of kindness the room would witness. Kayson then went into rare form.