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King
of the
Hood
Kendra Sumter
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Keep in Contact with Kendra
Other reads by Author Kendra Sumter
Synopsis
Aquaneesha
Preshus
Stone
Banks
Kimmy
Racks
Ocean
Aquaneesha
Preshus
To Be Continued
Acknowledgements
I want to first start off by giving thanks to God, without Him, I wouldn’t be here. I have been through a lot physically, emotionally, and mentally. I’m fighting a hard fight, that I do not plan to lose.
To my husband, Mr. Rod Sumter, you are my backbone, confidant, and lover. You listen to me ramble about storylines, characters, and titles. You always give me your undivided attention and that means everything to me. At times, you have loved me more than I’ve loved myself. My Rod, you told me I could do anything I put my mind to. You have always believed in me, and for that, I will always love you and be grateful to you.
To my babies, Dakarai and Jhnai, always know that you are my heart and my strength. I will always be your biggest cheerleader, in everything that you do. Now, my two babies, you are returning the favor, and being my cheerleader. Your opinions and suggestions help to get my creative juices flowing. I strive to make you two as proud of me, as I am of you. Mommy loves you, always and forever. Heart, mind, body, and soul.
To my angel, Kenji. You are my inspiration and guiding light. I didn’t have long with you, but the time that I was blessed with is imbedded in my soul forever.
To my publisher, Talehia, you thought enough of my story to take a chance on me. You told me that what I had to say was important and should be told. I will forever be appreciative of the great opportunity you have given me. You have afforded me the tools to turn my dreams into reality. To my pen sisters. You lovely ladies rock. I thank you for your kind words, inspiration, dedication, laughs, and your positive, and sometimes crazy, words of advice. This sisterhood is a bond that I don’t mind being a part of.
To the readers, thank you. Without your support, there would be no me. Your reviews, support, messages, and well wishes, makes me keep putting the pen to paper and my fingers to the keys. I promise to write until I run out of words.
‘I don’t write books; I tell stories.’
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Other reads by: Author Kendra Sumter
He Loved Me Through The Pain 1&2
Ain’t Nobody Gonna Love Me Better 1&2
My Pride Won’t Let Me Love You; My Heart Won’t Let Me Love You 1&2
I Was Charged With A Case Of Love 1&2
What This Hood Love Do To Me 1&2
His Love Is A Drug He’s My Plug 1-3
Ain’t No Love Better Than The One I Got 1&2
Taken By A Cold Street Love 1&2
Fill Me Up With your Love
His Love took Over My Soul
He Earned The Key To My Soul
Craving The Power Of His Love
Showed A Young King How To Love
A Love That Belongs Together (collaboration)
Taking A Chance on A Boss
Our Love Is A Battlefield JJ &Six-Nine Story
I Got A South Carolina Thug For The Holidays
I Got A South Carolina Thug For Valentine’s Day
Synopsis
“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”
Stone, Banks, and Racks, are three of the most well established, feared, respected men, on the East Coast. Many men want to take their spot, while women want to be in their spot. Life moves fast, as time waits for no one. Out of all the things they deal with, love and relationships have never been on their radar. What happens when a shift in the atmosphere causes their needs, to turn into wants? Will the men who control many, be able to conquer the one thing that alludes them, while maintaining being the Kings of the Hood?
Preshus, Aquaneesha, and Kimmy, know what it feels like to be underestimated. Going through trials and tribulations has shaped each one into the women that they are. Not everyone agrees with how they live their lives. As they maneuver through life conquering their careers, and the bag, personal relationships escape them. One is afraid to love, the other doesn’t know how, and one just don’t have the time for a relationship. Things happen that causes change in their lives. How will they handle it? Will they finally see there’s something more important than what they have been believing in?
Take a ride with characters that are unlike any others you have ever came across. ‘King of the Hood’ hammers in on the realism of what’s really important. Read and find out what that actually is.
Aquaneesha
**Lewis Scott Court Projects**
**Six o’clock in the morning**
“Neesha.”
“What?” I spat.
The hell she calling my name for? I questioned, watching her nasty looking ass as she walked down the sidewalk.
Smacking her teeth while eyeing me. “Why you being all nasty? Why you up so early? You worked last night or summthing?” She questioned, walking up on my stoop.
Leaning back in my seat, I did not want to catch a whiff of her hot pussy ass. Trick is just rancid. Cutting my eyes at her,
“First, don’t question me, you know better. Second, ain’t yo unemployed ass up early? Yah nosy ass knows I worked last night. Third, although it ain’t none of yo business, I’m waiting on my cousin. She’s kickin’ it with me today.”
My answer was met by her upturned nose, like she smelled something foul.
“What cousin?” She asked, like she didn’t know, while eyeing me funny.
“Preshus.”
“Preshus?” She repeated.
“The hell? Yes, her. You know her, quit acting slow, never mind, you ain’t actin’,” I snapped.
She sighed hard, like my words just caused her ass a problem.
“Yah ass always acts the fuck up when her stuck up ass comes down here. I don’t know why you even fool with ha ass. She thinks she’s too fucking good, and betta than ya ass. She ain’t even from L.S.C.,” she spat, sounding ignit as hell.
Clucking my tongue, I eyed her pitiful ass. It always amazes me how people can rep their hood, but can’
t rep a damn job.
“See, that’s yah muthafuckin problem. Yah ass always worrying bout the wrong shit. Stop speaking on what yah ass don’t know. Preshus grew up two roads over. Yous a bitter bitch. What, you mad she made something of herself? While yah ass still scheming, and making babies for a check?” I read her ass.
She popped her lips, causing yellow spit to hang from her swole up bottom lip. Frowning my face up, I was tempted to knock her ass off my stoop fa’ that bullshit alone. The hell with all the other crimes her ass is committing.
“Uh huh, she made it out shaking her ass for dollars. That’s some hoe shit. But that’s who you look up to,” she sassed.
“Shut yo dumb, hating ass, up. Yah ass pops pussy for free, while fucking for coins. You the one that got the game fucked up,” I spat.
She looked at me like she wanted to do something. She knows better though. I hand out ass whippings faster than the government used to hand out cheese.
“Whateva, Neesha, you gonna take up fa’ ha ass regardless. Any who, you wanna hit this?” She sassed, holding a half smoked blunt out to me.
My grimace turned to a snarl.
“Hell no. I don’t want that shit. Yah yuck mouth ass ain’t wash yo face, ass, or brush yo teeth. I ain’t tryin’ to get shit from yah ass. You suck and lick mo’ balls than a lil’ bit. Get the fuck on with that nasty shit,” I barked.
She recoiled like I slapped her ass.
“I did brush my teeth, trick. I’mma leave yo funny ackin’ ass alone. Yah ass, and yo bitch ass cousin, gonna be hating on me when I step on the scene later. Tell me this, is she still big as fuck?” She cackled.
Standing from my seat caused her ass to almost fall off my stoop.
“Are you still dumb as fuck? Of course, you are. Bitch, be gone. It’s too early to whoop ass. Say one mo’ thang tho, and I’mma hit the snooze on yah ass,” I sneered, almost hoping she’d jump stupid.
She hurried, stepping off my stoop mumbling something. She knows the deal. Bitch talks mo’ shit than a trained fighter, but can’t fight worth a damn. This ain’t what the fuck she wants. I’ve dogged walked her ass before. She can say what she wants bout my cuz to me. Even with that, shit, she’s risking her life. She better not let Preshus her the shits. I’ll stomp her ass, yes, but Preshus will kill her ass.
Preshus was, is, smart enough, to get to where the hell she is today. By not only using her body, but her mind too. She’s successful, brilliant, independent, and loving. The hell with what anybody got to say about her, she’s my inspiration.
Who the fuck is this? I questioned, noticing a car I ain’t never seen before pull up in front of my apartment.
“Look at this fast ass heffa here,” I mumbled, watching my sixteen year old sister open the car door attempting to get out.
I believe it’s a fucking local drug dealer’s car at that.
“Don’t even think about it. Get yo ass out the fucking car, Ocean. You ain’t’ grown. Yah ass ain’t gonna stop ‘til I end yo fucking life. Say, nigga, take her from here one mo’ time, and yah child molesting ass going to jail,” I yelled.
Fast ass saw me, and tried to stay in the car. She knows I’ll snatch her ass outta that bitch by her throat. Ass gonna be pregnant again. She’s so smart ‘til she’s dumb. Her lil’ homehoes can’t hold fucking water. Everything she does, they talk bout her. She’s too caught up in the fuckery to see they are jealous of her ass. Her ass was pregnant at fifteen, and had an abortion. Them sluts couldn’t wait to let my ass know that shit.
The driver door open. His ragamuffin looking ass glared at me. These dusty fuckers works my last damn nerves.
“Aye, shawty, watch yo fucking mouth. Yo ass must be ready to die. Mind yo fucking business,” his bitch ass yelled.
“Fuck you, nigga. Who gonna kill me? Not you. Pussy, weak chin, bastard. Fuck wit me, Conner. What kind of hustler got a white boy name and went to private school?” I taunted, talking much shit.
He looked ashamed, as Ocean stared at him like she wanted him to explain his self.
“Ocean, put one foot in front of the other, climb yo ass out the damn car. I speaks nothing but the fucking truth. Let me step off this stoop, and you really gonna hate my ass,” I threatened.
She smacked her teeth hard and loud enough I heard it from where I’m standing.
“I’ll see yah later,” she sassed, finally getting out the car.
I know her ass ain’t? She got on some shit that looks like a shirt. The shit barely covering her ass. Ocean is thick. She developed too damn early. Fast ass got titties, ass, and thighs, and lost her damn mind. She started fucking at twelve. I took her ass to the clinic for birth control. She didn’t even know she was taking them. I was putting them in her damn food. I lost track of her when she turned fifteen. I had to work more, then I started school, again. Her ass always trying to be grown.
“Nun uh, don’t try to walk pass me. What the fuck have I told you bout these niggas round here? Yah ass just one of many. What? You think cuz he calls yah ass shawty, that mean you his? You belong to him? The droop lip fucker just called me that. You know he ain’t got no vocabulary. What is you trying to prove? Huh? The shit yah ass is doing ain’t cute. You barely made it out the eleventh grade. You don’t want more than this? Huh?” I went in on her, standing in her face. I stand about three inches taller than her ass, at five feet eight.
Rolling her eyes, she focused back on me with a look that said I’m the stupid one.
“Neesha, get the fuck out my face. Yah ass always got something to say. You ain’t my mama. She’s somewhere sucking on a glass dick. She ain’t worried bout me. You ain’t no better than no other female out here. You lost yo nigga to the streets,” she started speaking the same bullshit she’s been speaking.
“How the fuck did I lose my nigga to the streets? It wasn’t cuz he was selling. He got hit by a stray fucking bullet, when these assholes was playing cowboys and Indians. Did yo smart ass forget my nigga worked a damn good job, driving for Pepsi? Get the shit right. If yah ass gonna use my life as an excuse, use the good parts of it. Get the bitch right,” I interrupted.
Sucking her teeth,
“Yeah, okay, either way, yah ass trying to stop my shine. You a damn hypocrite, no matter how you look at it. I’m grown, whether you want to admit it or not. I really don’t give a fuck what yo ass gots to say. Now, what the fuck else do you feel you have the right to say to me?” She sassed, eyeing me.
Hitting her with a smirk then, “Un huh.”
SMACK! SMACK!
“The fuck yo ass talking to, huh? You done lost yah everlasting mind,” I sneered, tagging her ass.
“Get the fuck off me, Neesha!” She yelled, trying to fight me.
“Naww, yah ass grown, right? Well, take this grown ass, ass whupping,” I spat, not missing a beat.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
She gonna learn tah-day, I thought, while putting in werk.
“Aye, Neesha! Get off yah sister! What is wrong wit yo ass?”
A voice I haven’t heard in about two weeks, caught my attention. I stopped swinging. Pushing Ocean from me, making her ass stumble, then fall. Spinning of my heels to give the other non-descript person my attention.
“I just know you ain’t walking up on this stoop questioning shit. Like yah ass is right. Where the fuck have yah ass been? Yous a trifling, nasty, don’t care bout shit, nothing ass, trick. You round here doing everything but raising yah damn kids,” I barked, looking at my half dead ass mother.
Her beady eyed ass stared at me like she’s not understanding what I’m saying.
“Neesha, I’ve been working, smart ass. You just, I’m yah damn mama, you hear. Respect me,” she stammered out.
I ain’t even responding to that shit. I retook my seat. Ocean was pulling her ass up off the cement stoop.
“I’mma get yah ass, Neesha. Watch,” she grumbled, sounding like she was about to cry.
Them bruises on her face and spilt lip, gots to be painful
.
“You ain’t gonna do shit but die black, you keep fucking wit me. Go on in there, give yah mama the drugs yo dumb ass stole fa’ ha. Fuck round she gonna be the reason yah ass is six feet under,” I spat, shocking both of them.
I been peeped game. Somehow, when she’s broke, she gets in touch with Ocean. Ocean gets her shit from whatever dope boy she’s fucking wit at the time.
“Shut the hell up, Neesha, you don’t know shit. My daughter loves me. She don’t like when I’m sick, unlike yah selfish ass,” she spat, following Ocean in the apartment.
Bitch don’t love nobody but her damn self. If it wasn’t for my brother, I would leave them two here. She don’t’ care bout shit. Seaqual is twelve, in the seventh grade, smart as a whip, loves our mother to death, but he’s sickly. He was a preemie. He has asthma, type II diabetes, and he only has three fingers on his left hand.
He gets bullied, but it doesn’t stop him from being great. He’s really into computers, graphics, animation, and games. Here lately, he’s been a lot happier. He told me the bullying has stopped. He doesn’t know what happened, but he’s glad it has. He almost died twice while in my mother’s care when he was younger. I thought CPS would have taken him, but the incidents were explained as accidents. After that, I had to have Mama Reed watch him while I worked. She’s like the honorary grandmother of the projects. Now, he goes to the after school programs at school. Which is great, I don’t have to worry about him so much.
He loves our mother with all of him. I mean, she’s not all bad. When she’s sober, she’s the best mother to him. She cooks, cleans, spends time with him, tells him she loves him, and talks to him. I believe that’s what he holds on to. Here lately though, she hasn’t been sober, or home. Since I’m the oldest, at twenty-six, I remember when she was different.
She loved my father, her husband, up until the day he left her and me. No reason, no explanation, he just dipped and she lost it. We lost our house. We moved to Lewis Scott Court projects. She, we, did pretty good, until she fell pregnant with Ocean. I was ten. Ocean was born, and just like that, she became my daughter. Ocean’s father got our mother, Sprinkle, hooked on that damn white girl.
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