The dude didn’t even give Kevin a good fight. He didn’t know why the nigga ever spoke out of turn, if he couldn’t back the shit up. Kev looked down at the dude that he had knocked the fuck out. He looked young. He later found out that the kid had just come in and was trying to establish his rep by stepping to Kevin. Too bad it turned out to be a bad move.
COs got wind of Kevin’s second fight, but he had a few of them on his side, so they kept this altercation under wraps and actually took the rookie to the hole to teach his ass a lesson. Kevin was then sent to a totally different unit where, amazingly, niggas didn’t have a word to say. They left Kevin alone to deal with the unwelcome information.
The next few days he spent trying to get at his sister. He was tired of her avoiding him and he was getting more and more upset. He thought they were tighter than that. And it seemed to Kevin as though his sister was putting this nigga, this cop nigga’s needs in front of his own. And he wasn’t feeling that one bit. It was Kevin who took care of her when he was out on the street. He was the one who set her up from jump. How dare she turn her back on him and not even talk to him. What if he needed something, what if something was wrong with him or something bad had happened to him? Wouldn’t she want to know? he thought to himself.
After several attempts were made and him still not making contact with Kelly, Kevin laid down on his bunk in his new pod. He was furious. His sister had truly betrayed him in his eyes. He was literally fuming out of his nostrils and his mouth at the same time, thinking of his sister laughing it up with this nigga and ignoring his calls. He knew that she had to see his calls come through on her cell phone. For her to straight ignore him was blatant disrespect.
One of the older cats, who went by the name of Joe, saw Kevin going through some changes as he lay on his bunk and he came and hollered at him.
“You got’sta take it easy, man. You not gon’ get nowhere with all that anger you got inside of you.” Kevin looked at Joe. He was tired. He didn’t want to fight any more and he knew that Joe was right. The more he stayed angry, the more he was liable to get into more trouble and his time would get longer and longer and that shit was not the move.
“Yo, thanks, my man, you right. I gotta get shit back in control. I have to control the situation. I can’t let the situation control me,” he said, slowly coming back to himself.
Kevin now waited patiently to catch up with his sister. He stopped calling her for over a week. He wanted to know what she would do then.
Kelly had been avoiding her brother’s calls for over a month. She had never done anything like that before and she knew that her brother must have been going crazy wondering what was going on, but she just couldn’t tell him that she had fallen head over heels in love with a police officer and that she was thinking of becoming one herself. It had been over a week since she had seen the 800 number flash up on her cell phone. At least when she saw the number, she knew that her brother was all right. When she stopped seeing it, she began to wonder and then her wonder turned to worry, so when she heard her cell phone ring and saw the 800 number for her brother’s prison come up, she answered immediately.
“You have a collect call from (Kevin) an inmate of Rikers Island Correctional Facility.”
It had been so long since Kelly heard the prison recording that she had forgotten which button to press and had to listen to the entire option menu. She finally heard her option and pressed 3. The conversation that she had been dreading for the past thirty days was now about to go down and she was not happy about it, but she needed to make sure that her brother was all right.
“Hey,” Kelly said, sullenly.
“Hey. That’s all you got for me?” Kevin asked her.
“Well, I know you probably know already. You know everything else,” Kelly said nastily.
“Nah, I don’t know shit, you got something you wanna tell me?” Kevin played dumb.
Kevin wanted his sister to come clean. She had been playing games and hiding from him long enough and if he was going to be able to fuck with her at all when he came home, he needed her to act like his big sister, the same big sister that had been down for him since his birth. The same big sister he used to take baths with when he was a toddler and they would play barbershop. Kelly would smear the bubbles all over his face and make a mustache and Santa Claus beard out of the bubbles and then she would shave his face.
“I repeat, Kelly, you got something you wanna tell me?” Kevin asked very calmly and very slowly.
“Come on, Kev, don’t make me say it.” Kelly knew that he knew, she could tell by the way he was handling her.
“Don’t make you say what? That you’ve been fuckin’ sleeping with the devil?”
“You don’t know him, Kevin, you can’t judge him if you don’t know him.”
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin me, yo? Yo, Kelly, I don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on wit’ you out there. You duckin’ a nigga, like you can’t talk to me. I’m ya fuckin’ brother! I’m all you got left out in this world and you gon’ duck me for some bitch-ass cop.”
“Kevin, you don’t understand,” she pleaded.
“I don’t understand? What the fuck is it that I don’t understand, Kelly?” he asked venomously.
Kelly was silent. She was waiting for the recording to come on saying they had a minute left. She didn’t want to talk to her brother anymore. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to tell him what she was feeling inside. There was no way that he was going to understand.
“What the fuck? This nigga fuckin’ put it on you? What, he gave you some dick that got you seeing stars? This nigga done fuckin’ brainwashed you?”
“Ain’t nobody do shit to me.”
“You have one minute left.” There went the magic words Kelly had been waiting to hear.
“Kelly I’ma call you back and you better answer the phone.”
“Kevin, I gotta lot a shit—”
“You better answer the phone, Kelly.”
The call ended. Kelly could tell that her brother was heated and he was just getting started. She wasn’t in the mood for it. She had enough shit to deal with. Spank was still locked up. Buddah was accusing her of being a snitch and having him locked up. Chop was dead. The whole hood thought she was a snitch and she had a man who she had feelings for that she had to hide from the world who wanted her to change her life and become something she’d always hated. And to top it all off she had stopped smoking weed. Kelly felt a headache coming on.
Her phone rang again. It was her brother calling her back. Kelly contemplated whether she should answer the phone. She knew that her brother was alive and well and pissed the fuck off. That was pretty much all she needed to know. The phone rang and rang until it finally stopped. She didn’t answer it.
Three minutes later her cell phone rang again. It was her brother calling back. Kelly decided to answer. She couldn’t keep what was going on in the streets from her brother. Kelly needed to tell him what was going on. She had to admit to her herself that she needed some advice.
She answered her brother’s call and quickly went through the preliminaries.
“Yo, Kelly, I don’t deserve this,” Kevin told her.
“I’m sorry, Kev, and you right, you don’t.”
Kelly explained to her brother how she got caught up with a police officer even though he wasn’t trying to hear it. She also told him about what went down with Buddah and Chop.
“Fuck that nigga Buddah, if he wanna think you ratted his ass out then so be it. It really ain’t nothing you can do to change that nigga’s mind; a nigga gon’ think what he wanna think, especially if he caged up ‘n shit.”
“I know, you right, and I’m not fuckin’ trying anymore. I got other things I’m working on,” Kelly said.
“Yeah, like the family business. I’m not taking no for an answer. I don’t give a fuck about your little boyfriend either, ’cause you gon’ get rid of that nigga.”
“Kevin . . .”
“Kevin, my
muthafuckin’ ass. You know how many niggas I had to fight in here over you fuckin with that devil-ass pig?” he asked angrily.
“But—”
“Yo, you know I have to do two extra months because of you?” he asked as he gritted his teeth.
Kelly didn’t say a word. That was the last thing she wanted to do, but she had managed to do it anyway. She caused her brother extra time in prison. She felt like shit for that.
“But you know what? Don’t even sweat that shit. Just be ready to get it when I come out. With Buddah off of the streets, Colonial is all ours.”
“You have one minute left.”
“Get rid of that nigga, Kelly, or I will. You get what I’m sayin’? We got money to make.”
Chapter 9
Mixed Emotions
The entire apartment was quiet. There were no televisions on, no radios playing; no noise at all. Kelly was all alone with her thoughts. She sat back on her sofa in her emerald green Victoria’s Secret pajama set with her arms crossed and her bare feet up on her coffee table. What filled her pretty head were thoughts of Dante and how he had gotten all up under skin and in her heart. She also cogitated that he may have had something to do with Buddah’s arrest. That would have meant that he was playing her all along. That meant that he knew exactly who she was from the very beginning. This nigga probably think I’m green as a bitch, Kelly thought. But I got some shit for his ass. Dante may have been playing her in the beginning, but she knew that feelings that Dante had for her now were very real.
Dante had been blowing her cell phone up with calls and texts for the past few weeks, but she wouldn’t answer. She had been avoiding him. She had to finish getting off those packages of coke that she had left and she didn’t want him all up in her shit and trying to stop her, so she went out to Brooklyn and let Rayvon help her. It was money over niggas at all times. She was able to hustle up all of the money she needed to get her straight and her brother straight for his homecoming. Now she was back in Colonial Heights and it was time for her to deal with Officer Dante Evans. She called him.
“Hey baby,” Dante said, excitedly. He was very happy to hear her voice.
“Hey, I need to see you,” she told him flatly, getting right to the point.
“Okay, cool, I should be leaving the precinct in a few more minutes. You want me to come to your place?”
“No, I’ll come to you.”
“Kelly, you don’t have to keep driving all the way to Queens.”
“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?” Kelly asked and then ended the call without saying good-bye.
Dante looked at his phone to see if he had lost his signal or if Kelly had in fact hung up on him. His phone looked to be fine. He could tell that there was something different about her from the brief conversation they just had. He wondered what it was that had her sounding so solemn and serious. He knew that he had not heard from her in a few weeks, but other than that things had been going great between the two of them. He knew that her boss was off of the streets so she shouldn’t have had any drugs to sell. He hadn’t seen her out on the block, so he figured she was keeping to herself while going through withdrawal from the weed. He kept trying to check on her, but she wouldn’t respond. All Dante could think about was Kelly graduating from the Police Academy and joining him on the force. He was so glad that she had called him. Dante realized how much he actually missed her. Lately, Dante Evans was on top of the world on and off the job. The crazy dispatch calls with random reports of violence weren’t so crazy anymore now that Kelly Morgan was in his life.
Kelly went into her bedroom and got some things together. It was Friday so she packed an overnight bag just in case she felt like staying over. She didn’t know what Dante was going to tell her and she didn’t know quite yet what she was going to say to him. For all she knew Laquisha was on some straight hatin’ shit and she wasn’t the cause of Buddah ending up behind bars. If that was case then she was due for a weekend full of some good dick. She grabbed her leopard-print teddy that came with leopard-print faux–fur-covered handcuffs and a leopard-print blindfold. She added them to her overnight bag. Kelly took a shower and got dressed. She threw on a pair of black leggings with a smoke-gray blouse on top. She went into her shoe room, got up on her ladder and selected a pair of suede smoke-gray flat calf-length boots.
Kelly took a cab out to Dante’s house. Once Buddah needed his car back, it made her realize that she needed to get her own car and now that she was gettin’ a lot more money she was going to do just that. Luckily she was able to get two more packages out of the secret stash in Buddah’s apartment before the cops shut it down. She felt that she deserved the come up after the way Buddah had treated her. That nigga didn’t even wanna hear what I had to say, she thought.
As she rode through the city streets her mind went to her brother having to do extra time behind her actions and it still bothered her. She knew how much he wanted to come home on time and now he was going to have to stay in prison longer, all because of her. I know that nigga wanna kick my ass right now, she thought to herself. This nigga got my ass gone. She had been tripping because of Dante and she couldn’t deny it. Now her brother was paying the price.
Kelly had not seen her brother face-to-face since their mother’s funeral. Her brother wouldn’t allow her to visit him in prison. He told her that he didn’t want her to see him like that and that the next time he would see her would be as a free man. She thought about everything Kevin had gone through for her and all that he had done for her and she realized that she had betrayed their relationship in a huge way by being with Dante. She was so busy satisfying her flesh that she had blocked her only brother out of her head.
What if Dante did have something to do with Buddah being locked up? Kelly thought. She didn’t really know if that would have been enough to keep her from seeing Dante. I mean, shit, he didn’t touch me. He would never hurt me. His dick had her that whipped. But her brother was threatening Dante’s life—now, that was another story. Kelly knew exactly what her brother meant when he told her to get rid of Dante or he would: He meant that he would get rid of him permanently and she didn’t want any harm to come to him. She had to stop seeing him.
She also wasn’t feeling the fact that her brother wanted to come straight home and get money in Colonial Heights. She could see them going out to Brooklyn to do their thing. After all, that’s where they were from and she had just made a killing out in BK. After everything that had happened around Colonial, she didn’t want to remain there. There was too much bad blood between her and some of the key figures in the hood who had love for Buddah and who believed that she had sold him out. Kelly thought for sure that if she did continue to pump over there that she would end up having to kill someone. Then she would be the next one to be arrested and she doubted that Dante would be able to protect her from a murder charge.
Damn, I need a blunt, Kelly thought as the cab pulled up in Dante’s driveway. She hadn’t had a blunt since she told Dante she was going to quit so that she could pass the drug screen for the academy. But it wasn’t about him, and it wasn’t about the possible police gig. It was something that she had to prove to herself, and so far she had been weed-free for three weeks. It was driving her a bit crazy. She thought about everything too much, but she did like the fact that her mind was clear from the cush.
She paid the cabdriver and got out of the cab. The driver popped the trunk, hopped out, and got her bags. Kelly used the key that Dante had given her on her third visit to his home. He made it clear to her that he wanted her there with him at all times. She came inside and dropped her overnight bag on the floor. Smelling the goodness coming from the kitchen, she walked right on in.
“Hello.”
“Hey baby,” Dante said, lovingly.
They shared a long, wet kiss.
Dante had dinner cooking, some Raheem DeVaughn playing, and plenty of scented candles lit. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. It had been weeks since he felt
the moistness of her insides and he craved to touch her. All he could do was think about her selling drugs in her neighborhood. He couldn’t wait for her to start training at the academy. He had to get her away from the streets if they were going to be together. He could see her in her uniform now. She gon’ look fine as hell in all that blue, he thought.
“So, first you disappear on me and I don’t hear from you for weeks. You don’t return my calls or my texts. Then I get a call and you’re over here within the hour. What’s so important that you had to rush all the way out here?” Dante asked, as he turned to give his attention back to his brewing pots.
Forget the questions, Kelly wanted some dick first. She knew that things were going to get a little rocky after their Q&A session. She had some harsh things to say and although this was to be her last meeting with Dante, she would have had the best sex she ever had at least one more time. She came up behind Dante while he was still cooking at the stove and reached her hand around to rub his dick through his sweatpants. That was all the answer he needed. His dick responded to her touch as it thumped her on her hand. He turned the stove off, grabbed her by her hand, and pulled her along with him. They ended up in his bedroom, on his bed.
There was no foreplay this time. He pulled her boots off and slid her leggings and panties off and plunged his dick into her wetness, his finger into her ass, and his tongue into her ear all at the same time. She was overwhelmed with a sudden sensation of a climactic eruption. He took her to heights to which she had never gone. And she never wanted the feeling to end. Oh my God, this nigga got some good dick, it’s just too good. I don’t wanna give it up. Oh God, oh my God, this is the best I’ve ever had in my life. Oh Jesus . . .
“I don’t wanna cum yet,” she panted as she slowed his movement with persuasion from the touch of her hands on his ass.
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