Carl Weber's Kingpins

by Brittani Williams

  “So, I’ve heard about the way you like taking niggas’ money! I think that shit is foul—”

  I cut him off, because starting off the conversation dogging me was definitely not going to keep my attention. “Listen, if that’s all you called me here for, I can turn around and walk out of here.”

  He straightened up in his chair. “Well, what do you think I brought you here for?” he quizzed me.

  I was irritated, and I damn sure wasn’t in the mood to play the guessing game. I began to rise up out of the chair without saying a word.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Look, my time is very valuable. I could be out somewhere getting paid!” I spoke loudly. “I wish you would just cut the bullshit and tell me why I’m really here!”

  “Have a seat and I’ll explain,” he said, pointing in the direction of the chair I previously sat in. “I know your game, and I need someone like you on my team. I’m trying to make this a win-win situation for both of us.”

  “What could I possibly do to help you and your team?”

  “All I need you to do is be yourself. I’ll designate the niggas, and you just need to work your magic. It’s pretty simple.”

  “I still don’t understand how that will help you.”

  “I’ve been in this game for a long time, and I’m pretty successful now, but I have to eliminate my competition in order to move to the next level. Complete takeover.”

  “Eliminate?”

  “Yeah. I have to get rid of them permanently if you know what I mean. Here’s a list for you to look over,” he said, sliding me a small piece of paper.

  “No, I don’t know what you mean. All I do is get with these niggas and make them spoil me. Simple as that. The shit you are talking isn’t something I want to get involved in. I’m not going to jail for murder!” I stood from my chair.

  “You won’t go to jail, I promise that.”

  “I can’t, I’m sorry. I just can’t be a part of this. I’m sure you’ll find someone else willing to do it.”

  “I don’t want anyone else to do it. You are the best one for the job.”

  “I’m sorry. I just can’t,” I said before walking to the door.

  I couldn’t believe what he was asking me to do. I had plenty of other ways to get what I wanted, and killing someone was just too extreme. My mind raced as I got into my car.

  What the fuck was I thinking going there in the first place? I knew about Dontay’s boss status, and I also knew how much he was feared. He was paid and that’s what attracted me, but the devilish grin he displayed as he slid me the list of names turned me off. One name in particular rang in my ear, and I wasn’t going for it.

  I was still very much in love with Desi, and there was no way in hell I’d set him up to be killed. I walked out of that office and left the conversation right where it was, in his twisted-ass mind. Once I made it home I decided to call up a few of my money trains to get a couple of dollars. I became a little bit annoyed when none of them answered. My day wasn’t going the way I’d planned since I thought by then I’d be lying next to a warm body with a fat pocket. After an hour of trying, I gave up and took my ass to bed. There was always tomorrow.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Late Nights, Early Mornings

  Alisha

  The following day, I woke up and immediately checked my cell phone for missed calls. There was only one number on the list, and I didn’t recognize it. I dialed the number to find out which one of my gravy trains had called to apologize. If there was one thing that I hated, it was being ignored. Even though most of them were hustlers and often were truly busy, I should always be a top priority. Shit, the top-quality head and pussy I gave them should have had them dissing their mommas to talk to me.

  In addition to the amazing sexual techniques, I also knew some of their dirtiest secrets. If pushed, I could ruin their lives. I sat up in bed as I waited for someone to answer the phone. A deep voice finally boomed through the receiver. I loved a deep-voiced man. That plus a pocket full of cash was a sure way to get me out of my panties.

  “Hello, did someone call Alisha from this number?” I asked in a seductive tone. I was hoping that this was my next money train.

  “Yeah, this Dontay. Did you think about my proposition?”

  Instantly my stomach began to feel nauseous. A feeling of anxiety came over my body as I contemplated hanging up. There was something about his voice that made it difficult to end the call though. It was almost as if I were mesmerized, but afraid at the same damn time.

  Dontay wasn’t a person you’d want to cross. He was highly feared in the streets, and I certainly didn’t want another gun in my face. Especially since Desi was no longer around to rescue me. I decided it would be best to listen to what he had to say. I sat in silence waiting for him to speak again.

  “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” he asked.

  “No, I’m just wondering what the hell you’re calling me for since I told you I didn’t want anything to do with that shit,” I said, hoping that he’d just forget about it and look for another bitch to do his dirty work.

  “That was yesterday, and shit changes. I just wanted to make sure you were serious about declining my offer, because I won’t ask you again. Besides, I know you’re running low on cash since most of the niggas you typically use as a bank won’t return your calls.”

  “Well, you’re misinformed. I haven’t even called anyone and my men call me back,” I lied.

  “I told you before, I know everything. I call the shots out here in these streets. All I had to do was inform them of your scandalous-ass past and pad their pockets with a few dollars and, poof, they agreed to drop your ass. Now you need me.”

  I sat there for a second in shock. Had he really contacted them? Did he really have that much pull? I silently asked myself a million questions while he giggled in the background. I wasn’t ready to accept defeat, but I wasn’t trying to go to jail for the rest of my life for fucking with him. I was too young, too wise, and too damn fine to be Big Brenda’s bitch. He was a damn fool if he thought that my only means of making money was being his slave. I was determined to prove him wrong.

  “Fuck you, Dontay,” I spat.

  “Oooh, I love it when women talk like that. That shit makes my dick hard! But listen, if you think you don’t need me, and you truly believe you can make it on your own out here I wish you the best of luck. When you realize that what I’m saying ain’t bullshit and your ass is broke and busted, holla at me.”

  Click.

  I sat there looking at the phone to be sure that he’d actually hung up on me. I began to scroll through my call log to see who’d answer. Again, all of my calls were ignored and some sent me straight to voicemail. I wasn’t sure what to do. I started to think that maybe I could just do the job and get my life back. Possibly get close to him and turn the tables. Hell, he could be my next victim. I wasn’t giving up that easy. I was born to fight.

  I got up and sprung into action. If I was going to do this job for Dontay, it would be on my terms. I looked through my closet for some of the sexiest gear that I could find. I settled on a pair of high-waist black pants with a see-through cropped top. I threw on tons of accessories and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I finished off my look with a pair of black platform pumps and a pair of vintage shades. I looked good enough to eat, and I could see my ass up on platter with Dontay’s faced buried in between my legs apologizing for treating me as he had.

  I headed straight for the warehouse where we’d previously met. I was focused. I had something to prove, and I wasn’t going to be satisfied until I’d gotten what I came for. I parked and walked over to the door where, as before, the guards were standing post. I removed my shades so they could see my face.

  “I’m here to see Dontay,” I said with confidence.

  “Dontay ain’t here,” the taller one replied.

  “Well, there’s his car so I know he’s here, and I need to see him. Tell him A
lisha’s here.”

  “I know who you are, but like I said, he ain’t here. So turn your pretty little ass around and get back in your car before I pick you up and put you in there myself,” he said as he stepped closer to me.

  I could feel his breath on my forehead. I was extremely uncomfortable, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. The other guard was laughing and looking down at his cell phone.

  “You know, I don’t see what’s so funny,” I blurted out looking around the guard who was practically on me he was so damn close.

  The second guard looked up at me and immediately frowned. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, bitch? Keep that shit up and I’ll rearrange that face of yours.”

  I sucked my teeth and dismissed him with my hand. He laughed again and looked back down at his phone. The taller one began to speak again. “Listen, go ahead and get in your car and roll. I’d hate to see some bad shit happen to you. A chick like you doesn’t belong around here. This is a man’s world. Around here, bitches get hurt or end up dead trying to stomp with the big dogs. I’ll tell Dontay you were here.”

  I briefly looked him over and pondered my next move. I decided that I was going to leave, but I’d make sure to come back every day until either he let me in or Dontay came to find me. Without another word, I walked back to my car. I decided to go back to my apartment to change and come up with another strategy for reaching Dontay.

  I walked toward my building and headed down the hall. I sensed that someone was following me because each step I made they did the same. I began to pick up the pace to reach my door near the end of the hall. As soon as I got to the door, a hand covered my mouth, which was followed by a whisper in my ear.

  “You were looking for me, now I’m here. Open the door,” Dontay demanded.

  At first startled, I was immediately annoyed when I heard his voice. I snatched away from him and turned around to look him in the eye.

  “Why didn’t you just talk to me at the warehouse?” I questioned.

  “Because you came unannounced. You needed to know that you don’t just pop up on a nigga.”

  “Like you’re popping up here, right? At my damn house, unannounced?”

  “Listen, you came looking for me. What is it that you want?” he said, moving closer to me.

  His lips were practically touching mine. For fear that I’d accidentally kiss him, I didn’t move.

  “Why me, Dontay?”

  “I already answered that question. You’re the best one for the job, but I won’t beg you.”

  “Why are you here?”

  “I answered that question already, but I decided I’d give you one more chance to change your mind. The fact that you came looking for me lets me know that you’re considering it.”

  “I don’t trust you. I feel like you’re setting me up to take the fall for you.”

  “You don’t trust me? Really?” He gripped my waist with both of his hands, immediately sending chills up and down my spine. “How about now?” he whispered.

  I didn’t respond. I didn’t trust him and probably never would, but that wouldn’t erase the fact that he was sexy as all hell. He was irresistible and he knew it. His confidence was through the roof, teetering on arrogance.

  We were in a stare down, neither of us blinking. He licked his lips once while keeping his hands in place. I couldn’t take it any longer. His body heat was warming my insides and causing extreme wetness in between my legs. I threw caution out of the window and grabbed the sides of his face, kissing him intensely.

  We were going at it like two ferocious beasts. You could hear the echo of our moans trickling down the corridor. His hands were caressing my breasts through my blouse and the stinging of my erect nipples told me that they were harder than they’d ever been before. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed him off of me, and we both stood silent for the five seconds it took me to open the door and walk inside. The door slammed causing me to jump. I turned around to find him stripping off his clothing at the door. I followed suit and almost grew scared when I saw the size of his dick, which was now bouncing freely in the air.

  Fuck it. I was a big girl, and I was going to handle his dick like it was size of a pinky. He walked over to me and immediately backed me into the nearest wall. The force of our bodies hitting the wall knocked a few things off of the end table including a glass candy dish that shattered immediately.

  With his strong, chiseled arms he picked me up off of the floor then positioned me on top of his dick. My wetness slid down his shaft and the tightness of my tunnel caused him to moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I bounced up and down on his dick.

  “You like this dick?” he asked.

  I was silent, trying to enjoy the pain, which hurt so good.

  “I said, do you like this dick?” he asked, thrusting inside of me with tremendous force. I thought for sure he’d entered my cervix.

  “Yes!” I screamed.

  “Then tell me you like it. I need to hear it!” he said, continuing his assault on my vaginal walls.

  He was punishing this pussy like it was a student who’d been bad in school. He was digging deep like a gravedigger digging a grave. He wasn’t even holding me up with his hands, but instead balancing me on his muscular thighs. Each time my ass slapped against them, it echoed throughout the quiet apartment. I knew what he wanted. I’d heard his request, yet I remained silent. I was stubborn. It was my nature.

  “I’m gonna stop unless I know you like it. Matter of fact, if you don’t love it you can forget bussin’ a nut,” he said as he continued to ram his dick into me.

  “I like it,” I said, finally giving in. There was no denying the fact that the dick was unbelievable. He was hitting spots that I didn’t even know existed.

  “I said I need you to love it,” he yelled, picking up speed.

  “I love it,” I whispered.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “I said I love it.” I raised my voice an octave.

  He stopped midstroke allowing me to rest with all ten inches inside of me. “I’m done then,” he said.

  “No,” I whined. No way was he really going to stop.

  “I told you what I needed.”

  “I love it, dammit! Now fuck me!” I screamed.

  He immediately resumed his attack on my inner walls. I moaned with pleasure. I could feel my body tensing as it neared an orgasm. I wasn’t ready just yet, but I couldn’t control it. My eyes were squinted tightly, and I bit my bottom lip bracing myself for the eruption that was about to take place as swiftly he pulled his dick out of me, bent down, and rested my thighs on his shoulders before standing up and raising me damn near to the ceiling.

  He grabbed a hold of both thighs with his hands and ferociously attacked my clit with his lips and tongue. My body released all of my satisfaction on his tongue and goatee. I was shaking uncontrollably and screaming his name. I tried to stop him, but he held on tight. I was almost brought to tears as my body trembled over six feet in the air.

  After a few more minutes of torture he released his grip and pulled me back down. He licked his lips and smiled. He pulled me over to the sofa and bent me over before entering me from behind. With the same force he’d used previously, he moved in and out of me holding on to both of my arms from behind using them to pull me in closer. I was hollering like a newborn baby, but out of pure pleasure. I was in wonderland, never experiencing dick so damn good. He moved in all directions never slipping out of me once. I came at least four more times before he removed his throbbing dick and released his warm cum all over my backside. I was frozen. My body had never experienced a session as exhausting as it was invigorating.

  “Where’s the bathroom?” he asked.

  I stood up and pointed toward the hall that led to the bathroom. “Second door on the left. Washcloths are in the cabinet behind the door.”

  He returned a few minutes later to put on his clothes as I went in the bathroom and cleaned myself up, quickly return
ing with a robe on. He was fully dressed and looking down at his cell phone when I returned.

  “So what does this mean?” I asked. I wanted to know if our sexual contact meant I no longer needed to do the job he was asking me to do.

  “What are you asking me?”

  “I’m asking if I’m off the hook.”

  “Listen, the sex was great and I’d definitely love to hit it again; however, I’m a businessman, and I still have a business to run. I still need your help.”

  I was speechless. I didn’t know why I ever thought he actually had a heart. Clearly he was the most heartless bastard I’d ever met in my life. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt tears building up, but I wouldn’t allow them to make it to the surface of my tear ducts. He was leaving me no choice. I had no other means to make money and, just as he said previously, I did need him, because I had no one else.

  “Don’t stand there looking all sad and shit. This is a great opportunity for you. You’re gonna have enough money to take care of yourself, and if you do what I need, you can be on my team for life, you feel me?”

  “What do you mean for life?”

  “I mean, I’ll have your back and this thing we have, we can turn it into something else.”

  Hearing that made me feel a little bit better about the situation. I understood that business came first. I knew this from my relationship with Desi and the countless other romps I’d had with hustlers. I needed a strong man in my life.

  Losing Desi was devastating to say the least. Scheming and scamming kept a few dollars in my pocket, but it wouldn’t get me the house on the hill. Only the title of wifey could get me that. Maybe this was my ticket back to the top. Back to the lavish life that I so desperately needed to return to.

  “So what are you gonna do?” he asked.

  “Whatever you need me to,” I responded.

  “Good,” he said before walking over to me. He grabbed me by the chin and kissed me on the lips. “Come to the warehouse tomorrow at two, and I’ll tell you what I need you to do.”