"Nigga we need to get a game plan or get the fuck out of dodge! We fucked with the wrong people, my nigga!" he said, pacing.
"What you mean?! What happened now?!" I asked, worried like a muthafucka.
"Well for one, Kendrick woke up and that nigga is gunning for you. Secondly, his father Kairio and uncle Kylin is looking for your ass too, and three, they killing all the niggas we put on, nigga!" he yelled loud as hell, with his scary ass.
"Okay relax. Who we got left?! Get them over here!" I said frantically.
"We had six niggas total, but the three you sent to rob they trap house got decapitated!!" he damn near screamed. These niggas was gruesome with they shit. My lip turned up at the thought.
"Fuck!!! At least they brought me the product and money they were able to get," I smirked, looking at my brother who was clearly not in the joking mood. "Well call them nigga! The fuck you waiting on!!!" I yelled, irritated by him.
Harley started calling them over so we could make a plan. Those King niggas had killed over 30 niggas looking for me, and I was scared as hell. I just knew 30 of us could take them down easy, but I guess not. They were literally spraying my niggas with bullets at all times of the day. They had niggas everywhere, and what was so bad was that you didn't know who was working for them and who wasn't. It was like Russian roulette. If all else failed, I was gon’ snatch up my brother and skip town on everybody. I'd have to get up with Honey and my daughter another time.
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"Alright y'all, we need to figure something out because the job was not done. Well it was done, but not correctly," I started.
I called a meeting with the little amount of niggas I had left. I was fronting like a muthafucka for they asses. I was acting all tough and shit, like I wasn't sweating the King family looking for me, but a nigga was about to shit bricks at every thump and bump in the night. You couldn’t burp around me without me flinching. They were retaliating so crucially that it wasn't even a good idea for us to walk to the corner store. When you came out, you may get some bullets deposited.
"So what's the plan, boss?" one of my niggas named Kip asked.
"Is there any way for y’all to find and run up on any one of the brothers? If so, we can just do that and shoot one of them. We don't really have any room for too much planning, y'all," I blurted.
"Nigga what? Are you crazy? As soon as we run up, we getting shot at!" my brother Harley yelled. "These are not no amateurs that we fucking with, Houston!"
"Well where the fuck are your ideas nigga, since you so fucking smart!" I yelled.
"I don't have any, but I also told you that coming here to Baltimore to fuck with these niggas was not a good idea!" he frowned.
This nigga was pissing me off. One, because he did warn me and two, we was in some deep shit and I had no idea how to get out, other than skipping town like a bitch. I looked over and saw Gordon, Kip, and Larry staring at us like we had lost our minds. I knew they were thinking that we was some weak niggas, and I needed to save face fast.
"So, I'm gon’ do some thinking tonight and get at y'all later," I finally said.
"Man, I don't know how much time we got. These niggas got people everywhere and are taking no prisoners!" Larry yelled, frustrated.
"Well I'm in charge nigga, and I said I need to fucking think on it!" I spat, balling up my fists.
"Nigga you approached me like you had a solid plan to come up off these King niggas, and now you ain’t got shit!" Larry yelled back.
"Are you trying to lose your life talking to me like that, little nigga?" I yelled, moving closer to him.
He stood up out of his chair as I got closer, and laughed at me while looking me up and down. "Nigga I heard about your style back over in Chicago. You all bark and no muthafucking bite!"
"Well what you heard was bullshit! Now get the fuck out my shit until I hit y'all asses up with my plan!" I yelled, tipping the other guys' chairs up to make them leave. Larry had me fucked up trying to embarrass me like that in front of everybody, and I hoped Kendrick and his people caught up with his ass and killed him. When they finally left, I called my baby mama Honey to let her know where I was gon’ be staying at, in case I needed to see my daughter.
Chapter Five: Christy Franks
I was in Vegas with Kayden for a show he had at Tao during the day club. I had gotten a fake ID so that I could enter. Afterwards, we decided to walk the strip, talk, and enjoy the scenery. We stopped by the Coca Cola shop and decided to taste the coca cola's from all over the world.
"This one is nasty as fuck!" Kayden yelped, causing me to burst into laughter.
As I was reading the description of the next drink, I saw him looking past me with a stern facial expression. I turned to see that hoe Gina, and she waved seductively. I was about to get up, but Kayden stopped me.
"Chill ma. She not worth it. I'm yours." I knew Kayden didn't think I knew he used to fuck her back in the day. Jessica told me that they used to run trains on her fonkey ass.
We finally left the Coke place, because Kayden saw I was irritated. We went to eat at Friday's, and I was still a little upset. I trusted Kayden, and that little shit at the Coca Cola shop pissed me off. I left Trenton for a reason, and one of them wasn't to hop into another relationship where I had to fight bitches off again.
"Christyyyyy, chill ma. Gina is a hoe like that. She gon’ act that way with any man," he pleaded, grabbing my hand. I ignored him and sipped my drink. "You so pretty when you mad," he joked, cracking himself up. He got up and decided to sit on the same side of the booth that I was on. I scooted over to not be so close.
"Christy, talk to me. Why you acting out?!"
"Because I know you used to fuck on her, Kayden!" He smiled at me, obviously amused by my anger. "Fuck you smiling at, nigga!?" I spat.
"Yeah, I did used to fuck her, but so did half of us. She and her friends were convenient pussy at the time when we was young hustlers. We would invite them to the crib and basically fuck whichever one of them we wanted. That was it. I haven't smashed in over two years," he said. I rolled my eyes and he turned my face towards him and kissed my lips. "Don't be mad, babe. Don't let that hoe cause friction between us. That's what she wants."
I thought about what he said, and he was right. She would love for me to push Kayden away, right into her loose pussy. We ate and had a good time for the rest of the dinner. We arrived to the hotel and decided to cuddle up and watch some movies. I loved him. He always made me happy, and he treated me so good–so good that when I found out Trenton died, I didn't flinch.
His phone rang and he checked it. "I got to go handle something real quick."
Before I could protest, he ran to the bathroom. I unlocked his phone and read the text from Gina saying she was in her hotel room. My stomach dropped and my heart literally ached. I hurried and put his phone back in place when he came out.
"What kind of business is it?" I asked.
"Nothing much, just need to knock some things out," he said.
Knock some pussy out, I thought. "Let me come," I smirked.
He froze while putting his shirt on. "Nah, it's not a good idea for you to come," he replied.
"And why not?"
"Because there is no need. I'm gon’ be in and out. I'll be back before you know it."
In and out I bet, I thought. "Kayden if you don't let me come, I'll be gone when you come back, and I don't want you to ever contact me!" I spat.
He paused, "Fine! Get yo bratty ass up and get dressed!!" he yelled, mad as hell. Surprised, I paused then hopped up and put my clothes on. "Nah, take off that bright top. Black only." I did as he asked.
We headed out, and I noticed he had a gun clipped to his waist. I was starting to regret coming. We got in the car and he opened the glove compartment, and handed me a small cute little gun.
"Awwww, this is so cute!" I beamed.
He just glared at me, wiping the smile off my face. "This thing is for protection. You wanted to come, now you gon’ have to ma
n the fuck up." I shook my head yes, and he cranked the car.
We arrived at Treasure Island hotel, which was hella close to our hotel room at the Venetian. He parked and he pulled out his phone. I saw him text Gina that he was here. He shouldn't have gave me this gun, cause if she pissed me off, I may kill her ass. We walked through the hotel, looking normal as possible. We pulled our masks on secretly and got on the elevator. We arrived on her floor, and he knocked.
"Get behind me so she don't see you," he whispered, exposing his face for her.
I hid behind him and we heard Gina look through the peephole. As soon as she opened the door, Kayden and I rushed her with our masks down.
"Close the door!" he yelled to me. I did so, and chuckled cause this bitch had on lace panties, matching bra, and garters. She was ready to fuck him knowing he had a bitch, but I had to give it to her, she was thick as fuck.
"Kayden, what the fuck baby?!" Gina cried out.
Kayden shot me a look to say don't act reckless over that baby shit. I rolled my eyes and plopped down on the bed.
"Gina, you been running your mouth and now you have to pay for it. You told that bitch July we was looking for Houston, and now this nigga knows to hide."
When I heard Houston's name I bucked my eyes. That was the nigga who was on Nic.
"I didn't know it was a secret!" she yelled.
"Lower your muthafucking voice before I kill you early!!!" My pussy got wet watching him. I had no idea Kayden was a thug like the rest, but then again, his last name was King.
"What else you know? If it's good info, I'll let you live!" he said, pointing his gun at her.
"His address that he lays low at is 8553 Grove Lane, Baltimore, MD," she ran off.
"Anything else?"
"His baby mama works at Vido's Girls, and her name is Honey. He tells her everything. His brother Harley frequents Vido's too!" she cried. I couldn't stand her ugly ass. Bitch.
"Thanks," Kayden said as he put his silencer on and killed that hoe. "Let's go, Christy," he said, storming out. I ran and slapped her with my little ass gun. "Christy! Come on!"
We left the hotel and got to our room. We undressed and fucked for hours.
"Ahhhhhh daddy! Fuck this pussy!" I yelled. I was throwing it back like a muthafucka. I had came three times already, and my inner thighs were soaked.
"Damn daddy!" I moaned.
"Damn Christy," he moaned as he tightened his grip on my waist and plowed into me. We both released together and collapsed.
"I love you, Kayden King," I said, out of breath.
"I love you too, Christy King."
"King?"
"Yeah, King."
We decided to shower together, get dressed, and get married by one of those Elvis impersonators. I was finally Mrs. King.
Chapter Five: Kendreeis King
When my brother woke up, I was happy as hell, but we still needed to find that Houston nigga. He hadn't been to City Cafe at fucking all. We finally found out why, when Kayden let us know that Gina blabbed to July, who is currently fucking Houston's brother. I was happy he offed her ass, but then again, we didn't want him doing this shit. It ran through his blood though, and I know he couldn't help it.
We busted up in the address she supplied Kayden with, and the nigga had cleaned his shit out and bounced. His baby mama Honey was still in town, so we knew he was. We knew that anywhere he went, she would know or be following him soon. We arrived to Vido's where she stripped, so that we could pump her for some info.
"Damn," Kendon mumbled, speaking for all of us as we watched her set. She was fucking it up to "Be Real" by Kid Ink and Dej Loaf.
Honey was bad as hell. She was thick as fuck; big ass titties, fattest ass ever, and a beautiful face. I don't know how she ended up with a fuck nigga like Houston. She had a long blonde weave in her head, and honey colored hazel eyes. I'm guessing that's how she got her name. She reminded be of Beyoncé.
"Calm down nigga, we here for business," Kendrick spat with a smile while watching. This nigga Kendrick loved him some strippers. I was surprised as fuck when he settled down with a girl that was actual wifey material, cause he had me worried for awhile. I just knew he was gon’ wife a stripper. I shook my head and laughed at my thoughts.
We talked to the owner to have Honey sent to our private lounge area. We sat and waited until she finally walked in. She had on a thong and nothing else. Gooooooot damn!
"Y’all been looking for me?" she asked, standing there looking like a tall glass of water, and my brothers and I were definitely parched. It wasn't worth it all, though. I knew what I had at home, and wasn't about to lose that for a quick nut.
"Yeah, sit," Kendrick said sternly. Kendon stared her down with lust in his eyes. He was on the thinnest ice possible with Jessica, and knew his ass shouldn't have been thinking about doing anything.
"We been looking for your baby daddy, and we need your help finding him," I said, getting to business.
"And why would I help y'all?" she frowned her pretty face.
"Because your baby daddy can't protect you, and if you don't comply, we killing you and your daughter," Kendrick spat. I know he wasn't gon’ kill the daughter, but we'd def kill her ass.
She stared at him for a moment and licked her lips. "Only cause you sexy," she smirked. Kendrick smiled at her compliment. This nigga.
"Well?" I asked, interrupting her and Kendrick's lustful stare off.
"He's been laying low at his cousin’s house. He's planning on kidnapping your girl Nicky, or something like that. He wants her," she ran off.
"Her name is Nic," Kendrick corrected her. "And I wish this nigga would touch my bitch." Honey frowned at his statement, obviously jealous. I laughed.
"What's the address of the cousin?" I asked. I looked at Kendon, and knew this nigga was quiet due to all his lustful thoughts of her. I shook my head and wrote down the address.
"Now call him and make sure he there," Kendrick ordered.
She called him, and he told her he'd be home to his cousins in two hours. We all got up to leave, and she stopped Kendrick.
"We already in the private room. You don't want a show?" she smiled seductively.
"I saw your show," he replied, cheesing like a Cheshire cat.
"No, but I want to give you a different show," she said, dropping her panties. Typical thot. Kendrick admired her body, chuckled, and exhaled heavily like he was begging God to help him.
"Put your clothes on, baby girl. I got what I need at home, so I'm gon’ pass," he finally said, patting her on the shoulder, and walking out. She looked dumb as hell and we all wanted to laugh, but held it in for her sake.
Chapter Five: Honey Harris
I'm Honey Harris and I'm a badass bitch. I'm originally from Miami, FL, where I got my start at King of Diamonds, but having to follow my scary ass baby daddy around got me all the way in Chicago, then Baltimore.
I met Houston back in Florida when he came to KOD one night. He was super sexy and seemed to be a boss ass nigga. He stayed flossing and talking big shit, like he was that nigga. Soon as I saw him, I knew I had to fuck with him. We started fucking with each other hard, and then next thing you know, I was pregnant with our baby girl Reagan. She was so beautiful and looked just like her daddy. Unfortunately, after I had her was when I saw that the nigga I was fucking with was not the nigga I was actually fucking with. Houston Gary was a fraud, straight up.
I first realized it when some niggas came beating on my fucking front door, pressing me about him. I threatened them, saying my nigga was gon’ fuck they ass up when he found out they was beating on my door and disrespecting me. Soon as Houston came home, way later that night, I let him know that some niggas came looking for him and disrespected me by calling me out my name. I expected my man and baby daddy to hop out the bed and cock his gun to put a bullet in these niggas, but no. What did he do? Nigga had us move to a new state in order to avoid them niggas' wrath.
We moved to Chicago, and I decided to stic
k by the nigga because he came up quick out there. He was actually running shit in Chi-town, and the cash flow was heavenly. I had everything I wanted, so who cared if my nigga was a fraud? Surely not I. What I soon learned was there are two types of frauds, smart ones and dumb ones; Houston was the latter. He decided to partner up with some old ass nigga named French, and the nigga ended up taking over Houston's empire from the inside out. Next thing you know, I woke up to a text saying that he had moved to Baltimore. I followed him here, but as far as our relationship? That had ran its course. So hell yeah I was gon’ help fine ass Kendrick and his brother's take his bitch ass down.
Kendrick was bomb as hell and from experience, I could tell he was not a fraud whatsoever. I wanted him in my life and he, needed me whether he knew it or not. I asked a couple fellow strippers out here about him and they gave me the scoop, letting me know there was a line around the corner for he and his brothers. They told me he had a fiancée' and baby mama, which he did confirm for me. They also told me about some bitch named Paris that was crazy about the nigga. I didn't give a fuck, because I was prepared to cut that long line anyway.
My phone buzzed while I was in the locker room, and I saw it was Houston calling me. "What's up?" I answered, hoping it was to tell me he was home.
"What you doing?" he asked.
"I'm leaving work about to go get Reagan from Casey," I informed him. Casey was my girl who happened to live in Balti. Thank God I had someone.
"Am I gon’ see you later?" he asked, and I could tell he was smiling.
This nigga was always trying to get some pussy, and it was not gon’ happen. "Yeah, that's why I asked when you would be home," I told him to make sure I didn't ruffle Kendrick’s plan.
"Cool ma. Can't wait to be in that stomach," he laughed. I wanted to throw up. It was bad enough that I had let him fuck period.
"Me either boo," I said before immediately hanging up. I prayed that Kendrick and his brothers got this nigga, cause I was tired of hopping towns so Reagan could see him. It'd be easier to just tell her daddy had passed.
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