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  “Everybody here like I requested?” I asked Legs, as I walked towards the building. He was standing outside talking on his phone.

  “Yeah bro, them niggas in there. I closed down shop in the other buildings. That’s why it’s so much traffic over here.”

  “Yeah, I was wondering what was going. That’s cool with me tho because these motherfuckers got me fucked up fucking with my money. Hit Rika and see if Siyah with her. I’ve been trying to get in contact with her and her phone is dead.”

  “Hell yeah, they ass together. I just finished talking to Rika. Her and Siyah up on the corner at the Boom Boom Room. You know it’s dollar night so their whole crew is in there getting wasted. I just got at Rika about that shit. I swear she bet not be in there on no bullshit or I’m gone kick her ass forreal. I love her ass, but her mouth so fucking smart.” I heard Legs talking, but I zoned out after hearing that Siyah was out drinking. It’s not that I didn’t want her out it’s just that I would have liked to have known that she was going out to get fucked up. I’m pissed because anything could jump off in that hood ass club and she got her damn phone cut off, being spiteful.

  “Is that right? After I handle this shit with these niggas I’m going down there and pay Siyah a visit since she can’t answer her phone. She got me fucked up.” I headed in the building and straight down to the basement. I heard people speaking and calling my name, but I kept it the fuck moving. I was in a very pleasant mood so it was best I didn’t say shit to them all.

  I walked inside the room and everybody stood to their feet, and I gestured for them to sit down once Legs and I took our places at the head of the table.

  “I’m gone get straight to the motherfucking point. You lil niggas is playing with my money. There is no reason why money is constantly short every fucking day. I’m not talking about a hundred here, or a hundred there, I’m talking bands. Now, my first thought is a motherfucking is stealing from me, but then again I know nobody in this room has the balls to steal from me. So, I’m going to keep this shit real short and sweet because I have other issues that I need to deal with. Make today the last day that any of my fucking money comes up short. If it’s short you better come up with my shit. I don’t give a fuck if you have to sell your dick, put your bitch on a corner, or have your momma out fucking for a buck. As you know my motto is ‘By Any Means Necessary’ and it’s yours as long as you work for me. Please be advised, if I find out one of you motherfuckers is biting the hands that feed you then I’ll make sure to cut your fucking hands off and mail them to your mother. Meeting adjourned; shop been closed down for a hour too long.” I didn’t want to hear any responses from these niggas because I wanted them to hear me loud and clear and let my words marinate.

  “Can I holla at you on a serious note King? I wanted to speak on something, but I thought it was more appropriate if I talk to you and Legs in private.” One of my workers by the name of Santana said. He was one of the loyal ones. I could see in his eyes he was hungry. The little nigga reminded me a lot of myself when I was his age. He’s definitely going places. I might have to bump him up. I can see him taking this dope game by a storm, plus he has heart.

  “What’s good Santana?”

  “Well, I know why the money coming up short.” I shook my head because I was just seeing his potential, but now he looking like a rat ass nigga. I gave Legs that look and he knew to put a bullet in the nigga head before he could make it out the room. If you snitch on your comrades you will snitch on your boss.

  “Speak.”

  “It’s your Pops. He’s been coming to the buildings throwing your name around saying you sent him to pick up money. He came around earlier during my shift, but I told him no because I hadn’t heard from you. Them niggas thinking somebody stealing, but they really don’t know he’s been robbing their asses in the most discreet way. I’m sorry King. If I had known sooner I would have been told you, but I realized the shit today.” I sat quiet for a minute biting the inside of my jaw. I was angry, but I was also hurt. Here I was thinking this nigga had changed and he wanted to be a father to me and a grandfather to Princess. I’ve brought him a home and he’s driving a 2016 Benz, but it’s not enough. I wish Santana hadn’t told me, but on the other hand I’m glad he did. Although at first I wanted to kill him for being a rat it turned out he wasn’t a rat. He was showing his loyalty to me and that shit spoke volumes.

  “Good looking out Santana. Going forward you’re a passer and a collector. Your job will be dropping off the package and picking up the money. Legs will show you the way that shit go starting tomorrow. No more hustling in the hallways for you. As a matter of fact, to celebrate your new position we about to head down to the Boom Boom Room and you’re welcome to roll if you want. Bottles on us.”

  “Thanks King. I want to earn that spot though.”

  “Trust me, you’ve earned it. I’ve been watching your work and I like the way you move. Let’s get this money!” We dapped it up and we all headed out towards the club in separate vehicles. I was so angry at my father for playing me like this, but I wouldn’t dare let anybody see me wear my emotions on my sleeve, not even my nigga Legs.

  When I pulled up to the Boom Boom Room I valeted my car and headed inside followed by Legs and Santana. My day got a lot worse when I walked in to see Siyah and her crew kicking it with a gang of niggas I had never seen before. They were so engrossed in what they were doing they never saw us come in.

  “I’m about to break Rika neck.” Legs headed towards the bar area where they were sitting at.

  “Chill back for a minute. Let’s grab a table and chill in the cut.” Legs was headed towards them but I pulled him back. I wanted to see how Siyah interacted with these fuck boi’s.”

  “Damn, who is shorty shaking her ass like that on the dance floor!” Santana said, as we grabbed a booth.

  “That’s Na-Na ole wild ass. You can’t do shit with that right there.” Legs said, as we gestured for the waitress to bring over our usual.

  “Yeah aight. I bet I can pull that. I be having these older bitches going crazy over my young ass. Don’t let the age fool you. These old hoes be loving this young dick.” We all laughed because this little nigga was dead ass serious. The waitress bought back over our bottles and we all poured some shots. I was cool until I saw this one nigga get too close up on Siyah. He was whispering all in her ear. He even had his hand around her. Instead of her removing his hand she was just cheesing. I knocked back a shot and headed in her direction.

  “I was wondering how long you was gone sit over here sightseeing and shit.” Legs said, as he followed beside me.

  “I’m with you niggas. Let me go get my future wife. The way she winding them hips I got to see can she do that shit in the bed. Yeah, I’m about to put Lil Momma on lock, over there dancing like she Ciara.” Santana said. Blacky spotted us before we made it over there. She shook her head because she knew I was most likely about to tear the motherfucking club up. She ain’t been fucking with me since I shot her house up. The nigga looked up and smirked, but made sure to tap his waist letting a nigga know he was strapped. I smirked at his ass because he had no motherfucking idea who he was fucking with. However he would find out sooner or later.

  “We got a motherfucking problem nigga!” Santana said pulling up his shirt, showing his gold chromed nine.” I need to make that nigga an enforcer, he on his shit. He walked over towards the dance floor.

  “Aye, you bring that ass here girl!”

  “Who you talking to lil daddy? Ain’t it past your bedtime?” Na-Na asked as she looked him up and down.

  “Yeah, it’s past yours too, now come on so I can put that ass to sleep Ma.”

  “I know that shit right!” Blacky said, always co signing to some shit. I swear she the wild one out of this crew. She probably invited them niggas up here because they definitely ain’t from round here.

  “King! W-What are you doing here?” Siyah stuttered, because she knew she had fucked up.
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  “You got less than a minute to get your shit and be outside. Don’t make me come back in here.”

  “Come on, King. Let her stay, we’re just out kicking it and having fun.” Rika said.

  “You shut the fuck up and bring your ass on. The party is over for your ass too.” Legs grabbed her by the neck and pushed her towards the exit.

  “Keep your hands to yourself; I can walk on my own.” Rika yanked away and they started to argue. I didn’t have time for none of this shit. I headed out the door and waited for my car to be pulled around. I sat in my car and laughed as I saw Santana and Na-Na walk out of the club arguing like a married couple up. That nigga was a savage and that’s what Na Na needed. I watched as Siyah hugged her friends and headed towards my car all slow and shit.

  “I drove my car here King. I’ll just meet you at the house.”

  “It’s good. I’ll have one of my workers come pick up. Get your ass in the car.” Siyah got in the car and slammed the door hard as hell.

  “Look King, I was just in there having fun. I’ve been in a funk lately and after we got into it earlier I just needed to release some tension.”

  “So, you went out and drunk liquor and smoked some weed, knowing that you have to breastfeed our fucking daughter?” I asked as I hit the steering wheel, causing her to jump.

  “I wasn’t going to breastfeed her King. I could just feed her formula.” I really wanted to smack the shit out of her for saying that dumb shit. She is too smart to be saying some Dizzy Dora as shit like that. I just cut the radio up as loud as it would go. I was done talking for the moment, but the conversation wasn’t over. I still needed to know why this nigga was touching on her and all in her and shit.

  Chapter 4-Siyah

  I sat in the passenger seat looking and feeling stupid. It really bothers me that King chastises me as if I was a child or if I’m stupid, or something. At the same time I know that it was stupid of me to go out drinking and smoking knowing I’m breastfeeding. I swear I wasn’t even thinking and that makes me feel so bad right now. Like what type of mother am I to do that shit knowing I have to feed my daughter. Just thinking about Princess mixed with the Patron shots I had consumed had me all emotional. I just turned my head and stared out of the window as tears rolled down my face. I cried even harder as King started to rap the lyrics to Sorry by Rick Ross f. Chris Brown. I hated when he does that shit. He’s purposely tuning me out. I loved everything about King except the way he acts so nonchalant about everything. It’s as if he doesn’t have a care in the world about other people’s feelings. Once we made it to the house I went straight in and hopped in the shower. I just wanted to wash my ass and go to bed. When my mom called and said she was keeping Princess for the night I was actually happy. It had been so long since I had a good nights sleep. I intended on taking full advantage of it. King was pissed at me so the best thing would be for me to take my ass to sleep. Plus that Patron had a bitch gone.

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  “So are you ready to tell me who that bitch ass nigga was all over you? Better yet I don’t give a fuck who he is. Why did you sit there and allow him to put his fucking hands you?” King asked, as he sat on the edge of the bed smoking a blunt. I had just walked back in the bedroom after taking my shower. I had dried off in the bathroom, so I came out naked. I headed straight towards my dresser to find me something to wear. At the same time I ignored him and continued doing what I was doing. I didn’t want to argue with King, all I wanted to do was go to bed.

  “You know I hate it when you ignore me.” He was now standing behind me. He was so close I could feel his dick pressing into my ass. Any other time I would have welcomed the feeling of his dick, but not right now. I was in no mood for sex. At least I didn’t want to be.

  “That was Gutta; we all grew up together. He just came home and we were just celebrating with him and his crew. It was nothing Kingston. I’m sorry if I disrespected you.” Kingston placed soft kisses on my neck as he leaned me forward on the dresser. He gently parted my legs with his feet. I closed my eyes and bit down on my bottom lip at the same time. My body began to shake at the sound of him unbuckling his pants. It had been so long since we had been intimate. I began to tremble as his soft hands roamed all over my body. I was glad my body was still on point. I didn’t even look like I had baby. A bitch was flawless on all levels and he knew it too. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor made me jump. A bitch was scared like this was the first time I had the dick, but at the same time every time with King feels like the first time. His dick game is just that good.

  “Ahhhhhhh!” I screamed, as King pushed his dick inside my pussy without hesitation. I felt like I was being ripped in two. I felt like a virgin because this was the first I was having sex since before the birth of Princess.

  “Stop that hollering and take this dick.” He said as he smacked me on the ass, hard as hell. He grabbed my neck and was damn near choking the shit out of me. I had to remove his hand because I don’t think he realized I was about to pass the fuck out. At the same time he was roughly thrusting in and out of me. The shit was hurting, but it was feeling good as well. I felt like this nigga was trying to touch my soul. I was trying to push him back so that he could ease up a little, but that only made him go harder. He turned me around and lifted me up off the floor and started fucking me like crazy up against the wall. I could usually keep up, but his ass was acting like he was possessed and performing a damn exorcism on my pussy.

  “Ahh shit, King! Slow down, baby!” I said, trying to get him to ease up. I looked up in his face and we locked eyes. They were so dark and full of pain. He wrapped his hands around my throat again and began to apply pressure again. I could feel his dick swell up inside of me and I knew he was on the verge of coming.

  “This my pussy you hear me, Siyah.” He had his bottom lip tucked in his mouth and his diamond fronts was shining brightly despite the room being dimly lit.

  “Yes babe, it’s yours.” He was sweating so bad that his sweat was dripping all over me.

  “Who fuck you better than me Siyah?”

  “Nobody! Nobody fucks me better than you daddy! I’m about to cum.”

  “Make that motherfucker rain then!” He started to go full force until he came long and hard as fuck. Without warning he jumped off of me and raced into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. All I heard was shit breaking and him cursing. I was scared as fuck as I sat up in bed and pulled my knees up to my chest. I was crying because I didn’t know if it was something I did or if something had happened to him. I knew I had to get up and check on him because he had become so quiet.

  “What’s wrong babe? What did I do? I’m sorry I made you mad. Please just come out of the bathroom so we can fix it. Whatever it is babe I promise we will get through it, just talk to me.” I had the sheet still wrapped around me and my forehead leaning up against the door. I waited and waited crying outside of the door, but he never came out. I walked back over to the bed and I climbed back in bed. I tried my best to keep my eyes open, but they were so heavy from all of the crying I had just done.

  The next morning I woke up to Kingston feasting on my swollen pussy. He was staring at me with loving eyes. Gone were the black eyes he fucked the shit out of me with the night before. I was speechless as he made love to my pussy with his tongue. I was having multiple orgasms, but he didn’t stop until he was ready to. He stood up and all of my juices were dripping from his beard. I reached up and wiped his face with my hand. It was then I noticed that his hand was wrapped up and it was bloody.

  “Oh my God, King!” I grabbed his hand, but he pulled it away.

  “I’m good.”

  “Can we talk about last night? Did I do something wrong?”

  “I’d rather not talk about it. I assure you that you did nothing wrong A’Siyah. I just need for you to never give up on a nigga.” He said as he walked out of the bedroom. I fell back on the bed more confused then ever. At the same time my phone begins to ring. I grabbed it f
rom the nightstand and I hurried up and declined the call. It was Gutta calling me. Back in the day Gutta and I had a little thing. Well, little is putting it lightly. He was my first love and my first everything, but King didn’t need to know that. I haven’t seen Gutta in ten years. That’s how long he was sentenced to for attempted murder. Gutta was a part of my past that I didn’t even want to revisit. At the same time seeing him brought back so many memories, but that was it. Gutta was my past and King was my present and my future. I would never fuck up what I have with Kingston for a nigga like Gutta. At the same time I know that I was wrong for giving him my number.

  We only exchanged numbers because of the history of our friendship. I never intended on using it at all. Plus, Nita would beat my ass if she knew I even had a conversation with Gutta. That was one person she hated with a passion. She felt like he was a bad influence on me and he most definitely was. Gutta used to have me breaking all the damn rules. I’m surprised I could sit on my ass because Nita stayed kicking it, but that’s neither here nor there. Right now I have more important shit to worry about, like, what the fuck is wrong with my man. He wouldn’t talk to me and I’ve never seen him like this before. There’s something going on inside of him. I just want to help him. I’m his queen and it’s my job to cater to him and take away his pain, but I don’t know what to do if he doesn’t let me in. I guess this is a part of being in his world. At the same time I don’t want him to hold shit in and take his frustrations out on me.