She Fell In Love With A Miami Kingpin 2

by Tee Jae

  “Girl, let me call you back.” She ended the call without giving Kassidy a chance to say bye. “What the hell is your problem?” she asked sitting up in the bed.

  “I got one fucking question for your ass and you got one fucking time to tell me the truth.” I tried to calm myself down just in case she didn’t know. “Did you know Gator was out?” From the way her eyes landed on everything else in the room except me I knew the answer.

  “Baby, I was going to tell you.” She finally looked at me with tears in her eyes. She knew she fucked up.

  “FUCK!!!!!” I roared scaring the shit out of her.

  “Baby, Kassidy told me the day of the wedding; I didn’t want to ruin our day.” She jumped up from the bed making her way towards me. I raised my hand up halting her. “I was too afraid you would leave me if you knew that I knew. It was stupid of me.” She continued crying but I had no remorse for her tears.

  “You are my fucking wife Brooklyn.”

  “Would you have married me if you knew that I knew he was responsible for Camille’s death and Khaza getting shot?” She asked softly.

  I shook my head in disbelief, “Run that by me again, ma.” I tried icing my anger because a nigga was an inch away from knocking her head off her shoulders. She stepped back almost tripping over her own feet as I stepped towards her. “I said run that shit again,” I grilled her.

  “Khadi, I’m sorry, ok…I should’ve told you! When I went to visit Gator, he asked about Khaza and basically admitted that it was his doing. I swear I wanted to tell you but Kassidy…”

  I grabbed her by her arm roughly and yanked her towards me, “Kassidy what, huh? You mean to tell me I married a bitch who can’t think for herself?” I pushed her back causing her to fall back onto the bed. She continued to cry,

  “You would’ve left me.”

  “That’s not a decision for you to make for me.” I barked loudly. I looked at my wife and saw regret written all over her face, but I couldn’t see past the betrayal at the moment. I headed towards the doors and she jumped up from the bed running after me grabbing my arm

  “Khadi, I couldn’t let you leave me. Not after you showed me what real love felt like.”

  “Fuck away from me, Brooklyn.” I jerked away from her causing her to flinch. How the fuck a nigga supposed to be a king in the streets when my main player not solid? I walked out the doors slamming them behind me; I needed a drink, and possibly an annulment.

  “Call Khaddo’s ass here.” I took the stairs by two’s making my way down to the basement. It was time I let him know why I disowned Khaza. He also needed to know about our plans to head out to Atlanta. I mean Khaddo showed he was gangsta enough to step up and fill Khaza’s shoes in our illegal operation, but I decided to leave him home on this mission. At least one Santana had to be alive to carry on the legacy.

  Chapter 6

  Khaddo

  “Stop teasing a nigga.” I flipped over on the massage table from my stomach onto my back trying to push my stiff dick down in my black Versace boxers. The minute Khadi shut Damere down in the warehouse a couple of weeks ago, she and I had been hanging out. I must say that I’m pretty smitten by the hood beauty. I was supposed to be finding out who the hell she was but more and more, I was losing focus of the task at hand. Currently, she got a nigga stripped down in his draws in a penthouse suite at the Four Seasons hotel surrounded by candles and rose petals, feeling good off some Dom Perignon while she gave me a massage. Normally we would meet for lunch or dinner but today she was trying to give a nigga the business.

  She made her way back towards the table rubbing some warm oil all over my chest making my dick jump.

  “I’m not teasing you sexy.” Her warm hands and long fingernails ran across my six pack. “Have you spoken with your brother about my seat at the table yet?” she asked sexily in my ear before snaking her tongue from my ear down to my neck.

  I can’t lie Damere is everything I said I never wanted in a woman. Colorful weave and long nails were usually a turn off to me, but she carried herself in a way that the strongest introvert couldn’t resist. She was about her business and apparently didn’t mind catering to a man. Camille would’ve never done nothing intimate like this; all her boujee ass cared about was the latest Hermes bag, Louboutins, and her needs. So even though Damere was the opposite of what I’m usually attracted to, she’s deemed to be a breath of fresh air and totally opening my mind to different things.

  Camille was probably turning over in her grave right now knowing that she’d only been gone for a short period of time and I was in a hotel trying to get my dick wet. Truth of the matter is, Camille and I were headed towards divorce long before her death. It was like the minute she found out she couldn’t have kids she immediately started fucking up our marriage. Petty arguments, insecurities, and to top it off she for damn sure was fucking with someone else. Doing sneaky shit behind my back, hell I still don’t know why she was in the car with Khaza that day. I stopped caring about what she was doing at one point and we were basically together for an image, I guess.

  “Sssssss,” I hissed, feeling Damere flick her tongue across the head of my dick erasing any thoughts I was having of Camille. “Fuckkkk,” I moaned feeling my toes curled as she lowered her warm mouth all the way down, damn near swallowing my balls. I reached my hand under the white hotel robe she had wrapped around her body, finding her clit with my thumb and rubbed it in a circular motion before sticking my finger in her soaking wet pussy.

  “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, sending light vibrations down on my dick. She freed both her hands from around it and placed them on top of mines trying to control the speed as I slipped another finger inside her. “Fuckkkk…yes…Kha-Khaddo!” she moaned out in pleasure right before I withdrew my two fingers out of her dripping wet pussy reaching for my shorts. “What the fuck?” her eyes popped open and my dick slipped out of her mouth falling on my thigh. I hated to cut this shit short, but I felt my burner phone vibrating in my pocket.

  “Speak,” I answered, pulling up my briefs and getting off the massage table. I was on the phone, but my eyes were on Damere dropping her robe and walking towards the bedroom naked.

  “Khadi wants to see you.” Biggs heavy voice boomed through the phone.

  “Right now?” I asked pissed at the bad timing. I headed towards the bedroom to grab my bag and slip my clothes back on to find Damere’s naked ass in the middle of the bed finishing what I started. “Fuck.” I cursed under my breath.

  Biggs was talking but I ain’t hear a word he was saying because my eyes were glued on Damere’s fingers plunging in and out her glistening, hairless, pussy bringing herself to an orgasm leaving a puddle of wetness under her.

  “Khaddo,” Biggs called my name, “You heard me? He said now and get rid of yo’ burner.”

  “Ye-Yeah, I heard you.” I told him before ending the call, stepping into my pants and once again, adjusting my dick. I looked at Damere with regret, “Sorry, baby, imma have to take a rain check.” I rubbed the back of my neck aggravated that I was leaving her fine, horny ass, without getting a taste of the pussy. “Work calls.” I grabbed my bag off the chair.

  “Is it your brother?” she asked, jumping up from the bed a little too eager for my liking.

  “Why?” I looked at her side eyed. Just a minute ago she was slobbing down on my dick like it was her last meal and now she was on my brother’s dick.

  “Just asking, maybe I can come with you, so we can have that talk with him.” She smiled up at me seductively.

  “Nah, this family business, I said I’ll talk to him when the time is right. Right now, we got some issues on our hands.” I continued walking to the door with her following close behind.

  “What kind of problems? Maybe I can help. Daddy’s got connections.” Hearing her say that stopped me in my tracks.

  “Speaking of, where is yo’ Daddy? I mean, shouldn’t he be here trying to have a seat at the table instead of sending you into the lion’s den?” She dropp
ed her eyes to the floor.

  “Daddy’s sick, so he retired but I’m a big girl I can handle it.”

  I chuckled, “Yeah, I know you a big girl.” I licked my lips eyeing her naked body.

  *****

  “What’s good, big bro?” I pulled Khadi in for a brotherly hug before he motioned for me to have a seat. It felt good seeing him up and walking around again. Nigga would’ve lost his mind if he wouldn’t have pulled through. I respectfully waited while he poured himself a goblet of Dusse.

  “Fuck you got on?” he asked chuckling, looking down at my jogging pants and Gucci flip flops. “What happened to your Brooks Brothers suits, man? Don’t let this game change you, bro.” He took a sip of his drink while walking away from the wet bar.

  “Fuck you. I was actually getting a massage and about to get my dick wet until you cock blocked. Anyway, where everybody at?” I looked around the basement, Biggs wasn’t even down here which was strange. He didn’t miss a meeting.

  Khadi ignored my question about everyone. “Getting your dick wet, huh?” he winced as he sat down at the head of the table. “Damere?” he questioned, looking at me over his cup with his eyebrow raised. When I didn’t respond he continued, “There is nothing you can hide from me Khaddo, so don’t ever try. I raised you, so trust me when I tell you, if yo’ ass taking a shit I know about it. You are my responsibility.” I hated when he talked like this because I knew before long he would be telling me something I didn’t want to hear. “Speaking of responsibility, I gave you the task to find out who the fuck she was, not fuck her.” He spat. “You gotta know when to keep your dick in your pants in this game. I don’t want you around her again, she’s a done deal.” He said in a deep tone.

  “But we haven’t found anything on her.” I shot back, finding myself defending her more than I would like too.

  He firmly sat his cup down, “That’s the fucking point. I had my people carefully run her name and she doesn’t exist anywhere. Her or her pops, so either she the opps or an enemy, either way, Damere doesn’t exist. Cut her off.” He spoke in a tone, daring me to question but I wasn’t ready to give her up just yet.

  “Bro, but-…”

  “Cut her off, Khaddo. Don’t go against me on this one, it’s for your own good, leave the bitch alone. She’s not even your type.” He looked at me confused. “On another note, I wanted to speak with you on some other shit.”

  “Is it about the legal side of the operation? I know I been slipping but shit as soon as we find Khaza and clear the air, everything should return back to normal.” I adjusted in my chair as if I just solved our only issue.

  “Have you spoken with Khaza?” he eyed me suspiciously.

  “Nah, but I’m sure he’ll come around. I mean if word on the street was I shot my own brother, I’d prolly be laying low too.” I chuckled but quickly straightened my face when I noticed Khadi didn’t find shit funny.

  “That’s why I needed to speak with you alone…Khaza’s not coming back. He’s out!” he sneered before picking up his goblet ad taking another sip of his drink.

  “Fuck you mean he’s out? Like going legit, out?” I asked getting aggravated.

  “No, he is fucking out of this.” He jabbed his finger on the table making a circle.

  “C’mon man, I know you know Khaza didn’t shoot you man. He didn’t have a gun, he was trying to help you.” I tried reasoning, even though Khaza should’ve been his black ass here explaining himself.

  “He didn’t have to have a gun to pull the trigger, Khaddo, I disowned him months ago. Mama called me in the middle of the night and said he was awoke from his coma and I was on the first thing smoking to speak with him and find out what was going on. I disowned him after we talked, so I believe his retaliation was to take me down the night of my wedding.” He sat back fuming with anger.

  I stared around the room before asking him the obvious, “Well, why? Give me one good reason you would disown our lil’ brother. You damn near raised us.” Khadi was older than me by two years and Khaza by four, but hell, he was always the man of the house and the closest thing we had to a father figure. I wasn’t feeling this shit, especially when we were taught blood came before anything. “What about the values you instilled in us? Brotherhood. Loyalty. Respect. Leave no brother behind?” I questioned him, now it was my turn to be angry. The next words that fell out of Khadi’s mouth hit me like a ton of bricks.

  “He was fucking your wife.”

  Chapter 7

  Roselina

  After searching Miami hi and low, Zeus and I finally got a location on Khaza. According to the pill bottle that still had a thirty-count tucked away at the bottom of my purse, let me know that he hadn’t taken his meds. Once Khaza was flown into Haiti after the shooting, my medical staff sat me down and told me that my baby boy was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder. This kind of disorder was brought on from trauma to help him avoid bad memories. At first, I wasn’t hearing it and totally against the treatment denying that this was his reality. It wasn’t until Khaza came to me in the middle of the night asking me to help him kill Brooklyn that I realized he was out of it. In his distraught mind, he felt like Khadi disowned him because if he slept with Camille, it was a possibility that he could do it with Brooklyn too. He thought by eliminating Brooklyn it would bring their brother-hood back. I had to get Khaza back to Haiti and on his meds as soon as possible before he goes AWOL and I lose him.

  The nice condominiums looked sleek and expensive with the manicured bushes giving off the perfect dream for the American couple, but the occupants had no clue the danger that lurked outside their nice comfy homes. Zeus pulled his nine-millimeter from his waistband before slamming his foot in the front door of the condo. Sending the door flying off its hinges scaring the shit out of the occupants inside. I didn’t care my only mission was to get my boy and go home.

  Stepping over the threshold and walking inside while Zeus quickly searched the condo for any signs of Khaza, I saw the twin girls stood next to each other in their panties and bras frightened for their lives.

  “Clear,” Zeus barked. I laughed, this nigga still thought he was in the military with that “clear” shit.

  “Where’s Khaza?” I calmly asked while they cried into each other’s arms. They both looked at me before looking at each other and shrugging their shoulders. Wrong move. I nodded my head in the direction of the weaker looking twin, signaling Zeus to snatch her. The eyes never lie and between the two, I could look into their eyes and see which one was weaker than the other.

  “Aaarrrrgh,” she shrieked when Zeus grabbed a handful of her hair dragging her across the room like a ragdoll. Her sister didn’t even move from her spot and try to help her.

  “Please, don’t hurt me.” she cried. “I’ll tell you…wa-wait I’ll tell you.” She scratched at Zeus’s hand that had a healthy grip on her hair damn near pulling it from her scalp.

  “Shut up Taylor!” her sister finally spoke up snapping at her. “Shut your fucking mouth.” She boldly walked towards her sister ready to attack her. Now Zeus was in the middle of a catfight holding them apart. I stood in the middle of the living room unbothered with their sister-sister fight.

  “Fuck you, Tyler! You want to protect a nigga that don’t give a shit about us. I’m not losing my life behind him. Newsflash, he doesn’t belong to me or you.” She yelled, shutting her sister up as if the two damn bozos just realized Khaza didn’t give a fuck about either of them.

  I rolled my eyes, “Where is he?” I asked with a scowl on my face. Zeus gripped Taylor’s hair tighter, jerking her head back.

  “Ok! Ok!” she surrendered grabbing his hand to loosen the hold. “He left yesterday in our car to drive up to Atlanta to pay an old friend a visit is what he said. He will be returning Monday with our car.” She started running off by the mouth like she had diarrhea while her sister gave her the death stare.

  “Meet who in Atlanta?” I asked out loud to no one particular. “Let’s go,” I cal
led over my shoulder before crossing over the broken door lying flat on the floor.

  *****

  All night, I tossed and turned trying to wreck my brain thinking who the hell Khaza could’ve been going meet in Atlanta, when I constantly kept coming up empty. I had to take a different route and go with plan b.

  Stepping out of the all black presidential Tahoe draped in a money green Dolce &Gabbana silk jumpsuit with a pair of gold strappy sandals. My usually straight hair was pulled back into a low bun I topped it off with some gold trimmed tear drop diamond earrings. I was fifty-two but still had the body and strength of a thirty-five-year-old. Zeus watched me with lust in his eyes as he held his hand out helping me out of the back seat.

  “Go in there with an open-heart, Rosa.” He whispered in my ear. Zeus was always my voice of reason when I was thinking irrational. I rolled my eyes today; I didn’t need a voice of reason, I needed a miracle to undo this mess between my boys.

  I walked into Naomi’s a popular restaurant in the little Haiti district located right outside of Miami.

  “Thanks for meeting me.” I bent down and kissed my beautiful Khali. The scowl on Khaddo’s face wasn’t so welcoming, so I patted him on the shoulder as I made my way around the table and sat across them. “Khali, you’re glowing. I can’t wait to meet my first grandchild. When’s the due date?” I asked, making small talk but before she could answer, Khaddo banged his fist against the table causing Khali and I to jump, catching the attention of everyone in the damn restaurant.

  “Cut the bullshit, ma! Where is he?” he stared across the table with anger in his eyes like I was a person off the street and not his mother.

  “I don’t know, Khaddo, I called you guys over here because I need your help finding your brother, but I need Khadi to call off the bounty because we are family.” I huffed, getting upset that this meeting wasn’t going how I planned.