Kendrick looked in the air, "I say. Do you think I'm a fool?" He then locked eyes with French.
"A fool! Well nah! Why you say that?" he chuckled nervously, while looking around at all of us.
"Well, I know how you became the king of Chicago. Let's just say that," Kendrick spat.
"Well that was a long time ago. I'm sincere here," he pleaded.
"Okay nigga. Your time is up. I don't want to see you sniffing around here no more. You take your bum ass back to Chicago, or go try this bullshit on another nigga, but it ain't happening over here! I don't get down with snake niggas like you. You pissing me off by even thinking that I'd be dumb enough to get up with you. Get the fuck up and get yo weak ass out my face, nigga! And if I ever hear you asking about my wife again, I'm gon’ put your egg head ass through a meat grinder," Kendrick spat.
French got up like he wanted war, making us all stand up. He obviously weighed his options in his head, then stormed out. Kendreeis finally busted up laughing, and Kendrick tried to stay frowning but he couldn't help it.
"We need to find some new trap houses, cause I know his ass knows where a couple of the current ones are. While we looking, we need to have each house pretty much as empty as possible without our niggas running out of product. Gon’ be hard, but it's the only way. We need to figure out the average amount we sell a day from each house and only supply that to each house. If the nigga happens to need more, we will provide it. Make note of the house and man that requested more, prior to giving it to him. That way, if it's a set up, we know exactly who the fuck it was. No need for a game of clue. I will let Damien and Ricky know, because they collect and do first count. We been robbed twice already fucking with Jermaine's disloyal ass, and then Houston's bitch ass. If we take another hit, uncle and pops gon’ try to take back over. We been soft, I feel like. We need to be out here watching non-stop, and killing any nigga that even breathe like he a snake. However they breathe. Y’all got it?!" Kendrick said.
"Hell yeah!" we said in unison.
"I know y'all told me to fall back a bit, but I can't. Not until this shit is running smoothly again," I said. They all nodded in agreement, and I was happy they did.
Chapter Six: Jimmy French
Them Similac breath niggas had me fucked up. I was old enough to be all they daddy, and for them to think could just dismiss me like that was actually laughable. You damn right I planned to snake through that operation and take over like I did in the Chi. I planned to get all they bitches and put them on my stroll, too. I could make so much money with they little fine asses working for me. Young pussy always made the most money.
I left Chicago cause my shit had fell apart; it was a mess. My traps constantly got robbed, and I had too many snake niggas around me. I wanted the King Brothers shit because they ran their shit with structure. I let Houston mentor me before I took over, and I've learned he didn't know what the fuck he was doing. He ran his shit with all talk and no action, and I did the same. I threatened to kill nigga's all the time, but I never did. Long story short, niggas got hip to that and start rebelling and turning on a nigga. You can pretty much say I have no operation back home. I wasn't good at being a drug boss, but I was a natural at pimping. Why didn't I stick to one? I felt you got more respect when you ran a drug operation. Only people that respected pimps were women, but everybody respected a kingpin. I wanted to learn the King Brothers strategy like the back of my hand, then pull the rug from under they wet behind the ear asses. I was happy I had Danielle, because she was a direct shoe in. I would tell her what to try to pry from Nic, and I'd be ready. Since them niggas wouldn't accept me, I needed Danielle to do more than originally planned.
***
I pulled up to my hotel room and gave my keys to valet. I walked into my room and saw Tia and Danielle sleep in the bed, still naked from me wearing them out this morning.
"Wake up!" I yelled loud as hell, and they jumped. "Y'all ready to start making me some money?" I asked, taking my blazer off.
"This early, I -" Tia attempted to speak up, but was stuttering like a little bitch.
"I'm sorry, that was a rhetorical question; y'all starting tonight. Now come suck daddy's dick. I want to make sure you pleasing the clientele!" I instructed her.
"Come on Danielle!" Tia said, grabbing her arm.
"No, I said you, not Danielle," I yelled. She got on my damn nerves.
She got up and walked over to me slow as fuck. Her perky titties made my dick hard. I unleashed my twelve inches and she dropped to her knees. She started teasing the tip, and then put half in her mouth.
"All of it!" I yelled.
"I can’t!" she yelped. I slapped her ass so hard that her nose was bleeding.
"Ah!" she screamed, holding her face.
I slapped her with my dick to remind her of what I asked her to do. She started sucking my dick and finally she made it disappear. After a couple times up and down my shaft, and once it was getting good, she vomited all over my dick. I punched her ass so hard it hurt my hand. Danielle got up and wiped me off. Once she was done, I continued to whoop Tia's ass. She stood up, and I slapped her across the room, making her fall on the lamp and break it. I grabbed her by the hair, and held her face back so I could punch it multiple times. After about ten hard punches, she started to drift in and out of consciousness. I let go of her hair and she dropped to the ground. I kicked her in the stomach one last time hard as hell, causing her to scream. I stormed to the door and yelled for them to be ready when I returned later that night. Dumb bitches.
Chapter Six: Kendreeis King
After that waste of a fucking time ass meeting, I called Morgan and told her I was taking her to dinner. Her being pregnant, she didn't really go anywhere. Also, she decided to take online classes for college this year so I knew that made her sad.
When I arrived, she was sitting on the couch dressed, looking beautiful. She had on a tan dress that was snug to her small body, but showed her stomach of course. She had on tan stilettos, which I didn't approve of, but I wasn't gon’ ruin her night by being daddy daycare. Her hair was in a low ponytail with a part down the middle. She had on nude lipstick and gold-flaked eye shadow.
"Close your mouth, Diddy," she joked as she walked over to me.
That nigga Diddy could not close his mouth, even when resting. Ironically, she was identical to Cassie. I chuckled at her little diss.
"You look beautiful, Morgan. I'm just in awe. Damn, can't a nigga as fly as me be in awe of someone other than myself for a change?!" I joked, making us both chuckle.
I was already dressed cause of that meeting, so I opened the front door back up.
***
We arrived at this steakhouse about 10 minutes from the house. I got out and opened the door for her, and put out my hand to assist her.
"Thank you babe," she said, and kissed my lips.
"I hate that sticky shit!" I frowned and wiped my mouth.
"But you love me."
"I do," I smirked, and rubbed her huge stomach.
We walked into the restaurant, hand in hand, and I gave the host my name for our reservation. "I've never been to a place this fancy," Morgan beamed.
"I know, that's why I brought you here. My dad used to bring my mom here a lot. He always said, only take the special ones here, or if you super hard up for pussy, but that should never be the case," I told her, and we both laughed.
The waiter walked over and took our drink orders. I knew Morgan ass was gon’ get iced tea.
"I'm so hungry!" she said, looking over the menu.
"Trust me, I know."
"So you saying I'm fat?"
"Not at all. You was too small to begin with."
"Good answer nigga!" she spat, and we both laughed. We enjoyed each other's company and ate these huge ass pasta dishes. She finished hers, and I had to get a to-go box. Damn. Lol.
"Before we go Morgan, I want to talk to you."
"Uh oh," she bucked her eyes.
"I love you, lik
e a lot," I chuckled nervously. I still couldn't believe I was telling a girl that I loved her. I used to live by the motto bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks. "And you've changed me. I used to be angry and just always about killing and trapping. I never saw myself being somebody's boyfriend, or husband, or nothing, until I met you. My mother always told me when I met the right girl, I would know, but I never believed it." I continued. Morgan was tearing up, and it made me laugh.
"I'm so lucky to have met you Morgan, and I know it's hard dealing with me sometimes, especially when I get all angry and irrational, but I appreciate you. I'm so happy we have a baby coming," I said, and stood up. I walked over to her and kneeled down. "Morgan, I don't see any reason why we shouldn't make this more official. I love you more than anything, and I plan to be with you forever. I promise I will make you happy and be the best father to our baby or babies. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" She was crying so hard that her mascara was running. I chuckled at her.
"Of course, Kendreeis!" she said through tears as I slid the 14-carat diamond ring onto her finger. The whole restaurant cheered, reminding me we were in public. I smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. "Morgan King. Has a ring to it," she said as we started to eat dessert.
"Yeah it does," I smiled.
I breathed a sigh a relief once it was done. I was 99.9% sure she'd say yes, but I was still scared as hell. I needed it to be perfect, and it was; just like her.
Chapter Six: Tia Alexander
Danielle and I were dressed and ready to head out the door for our first day of work. Look at me, making it sound like we work in retail. This shit was scary as hell. French gave us strict orders about how things worked and how much to charge. We were to do any and everything these niggas wanted, no matter what it was.
Danielle had on a tight black dress and simple, sexy, black stilettos. She had her hair up in a big bun on top of her head, and her baby hairs were laid. I had my hair down in its curly state, and a tight red dress. My shoes were red also, and my make up was flawless. Danielle didn't need to wear make up, because her pretty mocha skin had a natural glow to it, plus she had a mole like Marilyn Monroe right above her full lips. I always wondered why Danielle couldn't get a King brother, because she was literally the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Way prettier than Nic, or any of her friends.
"You okay?" Danielle asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah I'm okay, just a little scared. You?" I asked, looking over at her as we finally walked passed a McDonalds and arrived at our spot.
"Yeah I'm okay," she replied.
"Who is that staring at you?" I asked her, noticing some young guy staring. He was super cute, and looked like he had his shit together. He was talking to some guy, but staring a hole through Danielle. Once he finished his conversation, he hopped in his Lexus truck and sped off.
"No idea, but clearly he didn't want what we had to offer," she said, making us both laugh.
A black truck pulled up to us, and the passenger window rolled down. Some big buff nigga flashed a mouth full of gold, and it made me frown slightly. All I thought about was French’s old penny breath ass. Once I realized I was frowning, I tried to turn it into a smile. I'm sure it was the worst smile ever; try frowning and making it into a smile. Not cute.
"Come closer ladies, I don't bite," he said. Please don't, I might get an infection, I thought. Danielle and I walked over to his window, and waited for him to speak. "Get in," he said. Danielle's sneaky ass hopped in the backseat, making me have to get in the front and sit next to him. I rolled my eyes at her and she smiled.
"What you trying to get into?" I asked him, hoping we could get this over with.
"I got a room, I want to take y'all back to and chill. How much for simple intercourse with both of y’all," he asked, driving to what I assumed was his hotel.
"$1100 each!" Danielle lied. I snapped my neck to her and frowned.
"Aight $2200. That's cool." he replied, surprising the fuck out of me. I looked back at Danielle, and she cocked her head to the left and smiled. I laughed.
We arrived at his hotel. It was nice as hell and decked the fuck out. He had to be wack in the bedroom, cause there was no reason a nigga with all this money should have to pay for sex. He wasn't bad looking either, with clothes on. He was tall and stalky, with a low curly fro and gold teeth. He definitely didn't have a six-pack or anything, but he didn't appear to be fat as fuck either.
"Make yourself comfortable, ladies," he said, opening a bottle of champagne. This nigga was trying to have a date night and shit. The more he prolonged the sex, the better anyway.
"Thank you," Danielle and I said in unison as he handed us the champagne glasses.
After drinking a couple glasses of some bomb ass champagne that had to cost a couple racks, we started to smoke a couple blunts. He then turned on "Songs on 12 Play" by Chris Brown and Trey Songz. He walked over and started to kiss my neck, and I wasn't turned on at all. He was slobbering all over my neck, and it made me turn my lip up in disgust. He then switched over to Danielle, thank God. I wiped my neck off with the comforter. After drenching Danielle in his nasty drool, he asked us to take off our clothes and we did. He ran his ashy fingers over our bodies, admiring what he saw. All this money and the nigga had ashy fingers.
"Rub on it," he told me.
I did as he asked, even though I didn't want to, cause he was just so wack. His dick was definitely nothing to brag about. I could see why he had to pay for sex, because no bitch would willingly sit on that otherwise. I started to move my hand up and down on his dick, and he started to jerk a little.
"Ah fuck!" he moaned, and I turned my head in order not to look at him. "Let your girl sit on it," he said, reaching over and slapping my ass. I thanked God, and removed my hand from his dick before he could even finish his request.
"You need to strap up," Danielle told him, sliding her panties on and grabbing her dress.
"Come on ma. Chill," he said grinning, looking and back and forth between Danielle and I.
"Nah, you need to put a condom on first," Danielle said, folding her arms fully clothed again.
"Get yo ass over here, bitch! Y'all fuck niggas raw all the time, I'm sure!" he yelled loud as hell. I started to get scared, so I grabbed my underwear when he wasn't looking and slid them on slowly. I reached for my dress and brought it over my head as well.
"No we don't actually," Danielle spat back, standing her ground. French told us we needed to do whatever, but that was Danielle, always doing whatever the fuck she wanted. He stood up and Danielle grabbed my wrist as we booked it out the room.
"I already paid you stupid bitches!" I heard him yell after us.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him running out his room, trying to slide on his jeans at the same time. His stomach was jiggling, and so were his breasts. This nigga needed to hit the gym ASAP! We kept running and hurried onto the elevator, where we pressed the 'door close' button until it finally closed. We ran outside the hotel and waved a taxi down. Once in the taxi, Danielle and I looked at each other and started dying laughing. We made $2200 and did absolutely nothing. We both stopped laughing after awhile, and silence fell upon us as we realized we still had to be out there and work. We still had to go home to French tonight. I was screaming on the inside.
Chapter Six: Nic Fuller
I was doing one of my last assignments for my class. In one week, I would be in sunny California getting married to my love, and I couldn't wait. I smiled, thinking about it as I typed. I heard the door and I got up to see him. Kendrick walked in wearing a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. He had on the small gold chain with the "N" and a watch to match. I loved his little curly fro he decided to keep.
"Hey babe," he said as he leaned his head back on the door.
"What's wrong?" I asked, walking to him and hugging him tight, inhaling his cologne. "I made you salmon," I told him and kissed his lips.
"I need to talk to you," he said, grabbing my hand and walking
me back into the den area.
My stomach dropped, cause the last time he said that, he told me he cheated. If he did that shit again, this was a wrap. As much as I loved him, I wouldn't allow him to be unfaithful throughout our relationship. We sat down on the couch, and he took both my hands in his. This was all too familiar, and my heartbeat sped up.
"I love you Nic. And I can't wait to marry you, but we gon’ have to push it back," he sighed.
I was relieved that he hadn't cheated, but upset at pushing my wedding back. "Why?!"
"Because we got somebody on our backs right now, and we need to take care of some business. Right now this shit is too shaky to leave and be across the country," he pleaded.
"I can't do this, Kendrick," I said, standing up.
"Can't do what?!" he frowned, looking up at me.
"This bullshit! You proposed months and months ago, and there is always a new fucking reason why we can't get married just yet!" I yelled.
"Lower your damn voice when you speak to me first off, and secondly, shit happens! I'm not making this shit up!"
"Well, Kendrick when you are ready to be a family, you let me know," I said, turning to walk away.
"Nic, baby. I promise as soon as this shit is taken care of, I will marry you baby. Please understand me," he pleaded with my hand in his.
"That's the problem! This relationship is all about Kendrick, and what Kendrick needs, or wants. This shit ain't never about me, unless it benefits you. I move in when you want. I have a baby when you want. We only go out when you want. And now we get married when you want," I shook my head.
"Well damn. You sound unhappy," he said, looking surprised.
"Of course I'm happy. I love you and love being with you. But sometimes I want things done on my time, or cause I want it or need it."
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