“Pr… rince why you do that man? You said you wasn’t gone kill nobody dawg.” Glen’s voice cracked.
I heard the remorse in Glen’s voice.
“The bitch needed to be dead! She gave her daughter up for a measly ten bands,” Prince chuckled as he pulled his phone out.
I couldn’t look at either man; My heart was shattered, and I prayed it all was a dream. The reality of the whole situation tore me apart. I didn’t care that my mom gave me up for a small amount of money. She was my fucking mom.
“I hate we have to meet under these circumstances’ young lady. However, you’re in debt with me. When you stole from that warehouse, you took from me and now it’s time to pay.”
When I got a good look at him, he was a darker replica of King. It sent cold shivers down my spine, as my head began to spin.
“Just kill me, please,” I practically begged, I now rocked my mom in my arms and closed my eyes, trying to savor her pungent scent that I would never forget.
“Nah pretty lady… I won’t kill you now because then, you wouldn’t be able to pay off the debt. You will die eventuallythough,” He chuckled. “Not until that nephew of mines is dead. The only way to get to him is through you. Now, get your fat ass up and let’s go before the flies start attacking her body.”
He looked down at my mom with disgust, which angered me. I was willing to stand my ground, I shook my head no and held on to her thin legs tighter.
“Let’s not do this shit the hard way, bitch?—”
“Look Prince, don’t talk to her like that.” Glen interfered.
“Nigga, shut yo pussy ass up and help me get this hoe!”
He pointed his gun at Glen, and he shut right the hell up like the bitch made nigga he was. When Prince made his way to me, he held his gun up, then crashed it down hard on the side of my face. Pee trickled down my pant legs, as I held my aching face. My left eye instantly got so swollen, I couldn’t see out of it. Out of my right eye, I saw his hand go up again and, this time, I blacked out on the next impact of his gun.
Chapter 19
King
Iwatched Estelle’s perky breasts bounce up and down as her eyes rolled back. My phone started ringing on the hotel’s nightstand. Sighing, I tapped her hip, making her slow down the motion. Her pussy contracted one last time before she slid off of me. I couldn’t focus to catch a nut for the life of me. It didn’t make it no better that Layloni had been calling my phone back to back every single day as if she didn’t just up and block a nigga cold turkey.
It was safe to say that I was deep in my fuckin’ feelings behind her ass.
These past three weeks had been hell. I missed Layloni like crazy, the feel of her, the way she tasted her smile and even her mouth. She loved to talk, which got me out of my comfort zone, making me converse with her. I wanted to go cold turkey off her though. Since last week, she had been sending text messages saying we needed to talk and other things that I half ass read. She sent pictures that I refused to download and look at.
I needed to get that woman off my dome. I hated the fact that she had me so caught up over her when all her ass wanted to do was play games.
I sat my phone back on the nightstand, cleared my thoughts of her, and tended to Estelle’s double-d breasts. I grabbed her hips and guided her back on top of me.
“I thought you was done, Papi.” She moaned, aligning her soppy wet tunnel with my dick.
I ignored her sexy ass and just gazed at her body blankly as she found her rhythm again. She placed her hands flat on my chest, leaned forward and rode me like her life depended on.
I pushed upward, enjoying the feel of her until persistent knocking at the door fucked up the moment. Before I could tell Estelle to move again to check the door, it flew off the hinges. Two white men stood with their guns pointed, as the last white man stood in front of what looked like a woman by the heels. When she spoke, I relaxed a little.
“Rellianah, what the fuck?” I asked her, vexed as fuck wondering why the fuck she was even here.
Estelle’s scary ass wasted no time snatching the sheet off our naked bodies to run off towards the bathroom.
“Kyle, can you move please, so I can speak to this dumb ass nigga?”
When the white man moved out of her way, she stood in front of me with two Indian braids. Her eyes were stone gray as she had the look of murder on her face. Walking in, I noticed she rocked all black like she was ready to get her hands dirty. Some shit had popped off and I had wondered what it could possibly be. She sat on the couch, crossing her legs over the other as she smoked a Newport, blowing the smoke in my direction.
“I haven’t seen my friend in two weeks King.”
I sat quietly trying to process what she was saying, and I hoped she was not trying to insult my intelligence by implying I did something to Layloni. Before I could speak, she kept talking.
“Two weeks King… last week, I popped up at the salon… she wasn’t there… her manager said she was out of town to check upon her mom… which means she went back to the dirty fucking south… around people that don’t give a fuck about her. That was fine with me until an hour ago… I received a picture of my beautiful friend tied up with her eyes swollen shut with a message from your uncle.”
