She Fell in Love with a Miami Kingpin

by Tee Jae

  “So, how’s business?” she asked referring to Justice. Bella ran over to the play area in the corner while C.J. fussed to get down off my lap and crawl.

  I shrugged my shoulders, “moving as usual,” I sighed. After hearing the news about Brooklyn’s hot ass, I wasn’t in the mood to play happy husband with Yani today. She stood up and moved her chair around to the same side as mines and rubbed her hand up my thigh,

  “I missed you,” she leaned into me and her Chanel perfume tickled my senses. Once her hand found my eggplant, she looked back to see what the kids were doing before she stroked it. “I paid the guards extra today. Ariel will watch the kids,” she whispered referring to the kids’ nanny.

  My dick stood up at attention from her small soft hand as she stroked it, she pulled her hand from inside my grey sweatpants and called the nanny inside the private visiting room.

  “Ariel, please tend to the little ones while Chris and I have some alone time,” she demanded pulling me up from my chair.

  The guard that stood outside the door smirked as we passed by and made it into another private room. As soon as we made it behind the door, Yani dropped to her knees pulling my pants down rubbing the head of my mushroom tip until precum oozed out of it, she ran her tongue over it, licking it like an ice cream cone. I pulled her up from her knees because I knew that our time was limited, and I wanted to get in them guts. The loose-fitting knee length dress she wore was easy access as she hiked it up her waist revealing her pretty, hairless pussy. Her petite frame was no match for mines while I picked her up and hemmed her up against the wall roughly. Passing the tip of my dick against her slippery slope, she threw her head back biting down on her bottom lip waiting for me to bless her with this pleasure stick. Thoughts of Brooklyn flashed through my mind and anger filled my body as I rammed my dick inside her. Fucking her long and hard, all you could hear was her low whimpers and our skin clapping against each other,

  “Take this dick,” I roughly said while biting down on her shoulder. She dug her fingernails into my back, “Don’t get quiet now, this what you wanted, huh?” when she didn’t answer I held her up with my right arm and pulled her hair back with my left so that I could look in her eyes “Answer me.” I bit down into her shoulder again drawing blood, ramming in and out of her. Her pussy was so hot and warm and suctioned my dick like it belonged there. I thought I was fucking Brooklyn for a second. “Damn Brook- I mean Yani this pussy good,” I know she caught my slip up but she wouldn’t dare stop me from getting my nut. I continuously pumped until I felt my nut build up from the tip of my toes and held on to her before I exploded.

  “Ungggggghhhhh,” I grunted as I released my seeds in her, not giving a fuck if I had a condom on or not. I pulled out and let her feet land on the floor before noticing I had a little blood on my dick. As I looked at her she had tears on the brim of her eyes, I hadn’t realized how rough I was fucking her until now; Brooklyn had my head gone. She pulled her dress down before wiping her tears away and said, “I’ll never be enough, will I?”

  I sighed, “Don’t start that shit, Yani.” I blew her off, grabbing my sweats and pulling them back over my waist.

  “Nah a la mierda nigga, I ride for you and make sure your kids see you every visit. Damn near moved to Atlanta to support you during your time of need and you still hung-up on that low life bitch!” She hollered.

  I slid the table out of the way and grabbed her by the throat backing her up against the wall cutting off her only supply of oxygen, “Call her another bitch and I will end ya fucking life, you hear me shawty?” I growled at her as she tried to pull my hand from around her throat, I have had enough of her slick ass mouth. Yani damn near ate, slept, and shit Brooklyn, she could never go a day without bringing her up, that shit was a fucking turn off. She stood there crying like she didn’t already know my situation. “Get yourself together,” I told her before exiting the room and headed back to spend time with my kids before they left.

  Chapter 16

  Khadi

  “Well, I hope you're happy, you ran off a perfectly good woman. Probably the best you would ever get. Brooklyn was the one for you, I could just feel it! Think about it, she’s street but in a classy way,” Khali was walking back and forth in my office running off by the mouth getting on my damn nerves. Nobody seen or heard from Brooklyn since she packed a bag and left two nights ago. A nigga was feeling bad inside, but I had to keep it moving as usual. “Why are you sitting there like nothing is wrong?” Khali asked breaking my train of thought. “One of our own is missing, use your connections or whatever you do and find her,” She was waving her hands in the air.

  “Calm yo ass dine girl a nigga can't concentrate and since when you become all moody and snappy? What's up with you?” I asked side eyeing her. She sat down avoiding eye contact with me, “Nothing I just know this isn't Brooklyn’s city and I would hate for something to happen to her.”

  “She’s smart she’ll be ‘ight”

  I sat back in my office chair with my fingers intertwined as I thought about the lie that just escaped Khali’s mouth, something was definitely going on with her, hell something was going on with everyone around this motherfucker. I was going to have to put Brooklyn on the back burner until I find out who hit one of my trap houses. This was the side of the game I liked more than I let on. I loved getting my hands dirty.

  “Biggs, pull the car around front, so we can ride out to Zilla’s trap and see what the fuck is going on.”

  “What happened?” Khali asked concerned.

  “His spot got hit,” I replied before walking into my built-in safe retrieving one of my special made handguns and tucking it in my holster behind my back.

  “I’m coming with you” she said jumping up from her seat.

  “Nah, you can stay here in case Brooklyn decides to return,” I brushed past her after locking my safe and headed out my office towards the front door with her right behind me,

  “I mean, I'm going to be entering the business soon, so I want to know what's going on too, Khadi. Pleaaaaaassssseeeee can I come?” she begged.

  Since Khali was a little girl I always gave in to her when she would beg me and today would be no different, hell I might even test her gangster today. Khali was a lot harder than a lot of these niggas in the streets, growing up under me and Khaza she really had no choice. I caught my first body when I was almost 18 and she was 8. I smoked a nigga name Gu who broke into our crib in the middle of the night trying to jack me for my work. Just so happen Khali woke up to use the restroom and stumbled upon me and Gu tussling on the living room floor, she ran in my room and grabbed my gun from under my pillow and stood in the doorway with it as I knocked Gu out cold and she handed me the gun to finish him off.

  “You nervous kid?” I asked her before we pulled up to Zilla’s trap, her motor mouth ass was quiet the entire ride, she shook her head no right before Biggs opened the back door for us to get out.

  The driveway was full of old school and new cars which meant his whole crew was here just like I requested. These niggas didn’t know what was in store for they ass, Zilla too. Once you formed a team under my organization, you become responsible for every last person in your crew. When Zilla hit my line and said his spot was hit for seventy-five G's and six kilos, I was pissed. We ran this fucking city… Nah, fuck that, we ran this fucking state, so this shit had to be an inside job. Everyone was shocked to see Khali walk in the door behind me, Zoe, Peanut, Tiger, and a few other workers sat around the front room waiting on me to start. I didn’t speak as I waited for Biggs to collect everyone’s weapons. After a few intense minutes I finally decided to start the show.

  “So, who was here?” I asked dryly.

  Zilla spoke up, “Zoe, Nut, and Dee.”

  “Who’s Dee?” I asked pulling my banger from my waistline screwing the silencer on the tip.

  “Mmmmm me,” he stuttered right before I landed a single shot in the middle of his forehead, because I never miss.

 
Everybody jumped and started getting antsy, "Nawl muddafuckas! Nobody was this antsy when you let a muddafucka walk in this bitch and leave out of here with my money and product,” I strained my neck looking around. “Matter of fact ion see none of them muddafuckas that ran up in here laying around anywhere.” Everyone had their attention on me and every once in a while, would glance over at Dee’s lifeless body. “Now who’s the watch out?” I asked Zilla.

  I knew he was pissed from the look in his eye, he had begged me to let him handle his crew and even promised to pay me the money, but it was the principle of the matter. How the fuck someone run in a trap house full of so called gangsters and goons and walk out alive? Maybe, just maybe if they would’ve murked someone, I would’ve let Zilla have this one but since they ain't do shit, this makes me think Zilla not on top of his game. He stood off against the wall with not an inch of fear in his eyes. Just know that Zilla ain't no bitch, which is why he’s one of my top lieutenants, but he knew better than to go against me.

  Peanut stood up, “I fucked up Mr. Santana.”

  ''PEW! PEW!

  Two shots to the dome sent him flying back against the sofa with his head hanging from his neck. Zoe jumped up from the brain matter splattering on his face, “Please man I have a newborn baby,” he pleaded. “I… I… promise to work overtime and do whatever needs to be done. I wasn’t on my shit because my baby was being born last night and a nigga ain't get no sleep, but what I do know is that this wasn’t no inside job and I could bet my life on it, them niggas wasn’t even from around here,” he looked me square in the eye.

  “Well, tell me what you know youngin’,” I pulled a chair from the table taking a seat.

  He relaxed a little and looked over at Zilla. Zillla nodded his head giving him the ok to proceed.

  “It was at least 10 niggas swooped in here around 5 a.m. this morning. We were outnumbered, Dee rest his soul,” he took a second and looked back at his potna, “He tried to get a shot off on one of them niggas but one of them knocked him out cold, like they were special trained for this shit.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I don’t give a fuck about all that. Tell me how you knew they weren’t from around here.” I stood up from the table to speed up the process. I could see Biggs walking outside taking a phone call. This nigga knew better than that shit.

  “Cause, I just know Khi,” he responded, calling me by my childhood nickname when we were coming up I picked up my gun and aimed it at his ass “Nigga, I can't go on what you just know, give me facts or join ya coward ass friends.”

  “Their swag, the accent. Everything about them screamed ATL. They kept saying things like ‘shawty’ and ‘know what I'm talm bout’,” he said imitating the niggas.

  Right before I could go any further Zilla stepped in front of my gun, “Nah, big brother you know a nigga got mad love and respect for you, but I can’t let you do my little brother like that. I raised that, just like you raised yours and I'll die about it,” he looked me dead in the eyes like a man.

  “So, you ready to take this bullet?” I pressed the barrel of the silencer against his chest as we menacingly stared at each other.

  Khali pushed the gun out of his chest and stood in front of him. “Khadi, I will not let you kill Zilla or Zoe, they are family,” she said standing toe to toe, staring up at me with tears in her eyes. This behavior is exactly why I don’t like women in the street business; too much they act off of emotions.

  I pushed her to the side, “Get out the way Khali, this is business!” I said raising my banger back up and aimed it in the middle of his Zillas forehead, “Your life for your brother's, right?” I asked him as he shook his head yes, as I pressed the cold steel harder into his dome.

  “Khadiiiiiiiiiiii nooooooooooooooooooo!” Khali pushed Zilla out the way. “I'm PREGNANT!” she cried out and I lowered my gun shocked by what the fuck just came out of her mouth.

  “Khali, what the fuck that have to do with this?” I pushed her to the side.

  “Zilla’s the father,” She whispered, dropping her head right before Biggs rushed back in the door.

  “Boss, we have to go, NOW!” he looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

  I looked back at Zilla with rage in my eyes rushing him against the wall. “Nigga, you fucking my sister?” I spat angrily pointing the gun back at his dome.

  “Boss please we can worry about this later.” The funny thing is Biggs rarely called me boss unless he was on some serious shit.

  “Khadi,” Biggs called my name to get my full attention. “It’s Khaza… man… Khaza’s been shot.”

  Everything started to move in slow motion as I processed the words that Biggs just let slip from his mouth. Khali screamed so loud I couldn’t focus on what the fuck my next move was. I looked back at Zilla as he caught Khali from falling to the ground. My head spun around, and my vision became blurry as I aimed my gun at Zilla again. I was angry, and someone needed to feel my wraith. My spot was hit, this nigga was fucking my little sister behind my back, and now Khaza was shot. Biggs grabbed me and lowered my gun, taking it from my hand.

  “It's not worth it man, right now Khaza is more important,” he whispered, snapping me back to reality.

  I cleared my throat barely able to talk, “Yeah... yeah you right we need to go,” I looked back at Khali with disappointment in my eyes before heading out the door. I knew she was just as concerned for Khaza but her disloyal ass knew better than to get in the car with me. Khali knew damn well fucking with someone that worked for me was off limits. We rushed out of the house and headed straight to Mercy hospital.

  My phone wouldn’t stop ringing on the way there, but I ignored every call while Biggs maneuvered through traffic.

  “Boss, you okay?” He looked at me through the rearview mirror with worry etched in his eyes.

  “I’ll be ok once I lay eyes on my brother. Just get me there asap!” I answered before silencing my phone. I knew I should answer, so someone could tell me the status of Khaza but I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear it. The constant vibration of my phone in my hand made me glance down and see the chief of police personal phone number on my screen.

  “Speak,” I barked into the phone.

  “Mr. Santana, first off, I hope your brother pulls through,” well that let me know that Khaza wasn’t dead. He continued, “I have some of my best men working this case and I promise you that this is our top priority. My team and I will be working around the clock on this case.”

  I'm not stupid and neither is Chief Jackson which is why he was calling me. He knows damn well I'm gonna paint this fucking city red until I touch the pussies responsible for this shit.

  He kept talking, “Now the video tapes from the intersection are sealed off…Mr. Santana? Are you there?” he questioned after I sat silently on the phone. “Hello!”

  I took a deep breath in the phone, “I appreciate your call chief and it's good to know that your team is prepared to work around the clock because that’s exactly what the fuck ya’ll will be doing,” as I sneered in the phone. That wasn’t a threat or a bet, that was a promise.

  “Now Mr. Santana, this city has seen enough bloodshed…”

  I hung up on his old ass before he could finish his sentence. Biggs opened the door and followed behind me as I walked into the hospital, being in a hospital bought on a slew of emotions. I haven’t been inside one since the day my father passed. Soon as I turned the corner to the waiting room, Khaddo was posted up against the wall with bloodshot eyes; he had a weird look on his face as we embraced each other.

  “What’s the status?” I asked preparing myself for the worst.

  Trigga, one of Khaza’s homeboys stood up and walked over to me grabbing me by my shoulders pulling me away from Khaddo. “Khaza’s in a coma state right now, the doctors got him stabilized but Camille might not make it.” I pulled away from him even more confused.

  “What the fuck Camille got to do with this?” I questioned tight lip.

  “She was in the car with
Khaza when it happened. Khaza was hit six times mostly in the upper torso and Camille was shot twice once in her side and right above the heart,” he filled me in. I looked back at Khaddo and he was staring at me with sadness and confusion all on his face. The doors to the waiting room opened and Khali walked in with Zilla right behind her. I opened my mouth to curse both of them out, but Biggs walked up to me and handed me my personal cell phone. I already knew who it was,

  “Hello mother,” I spoke into the receiver. My mom moved back to Haiti a few years ago to be closer to her mom but somehow kept up with everything in Miami.

  “Khadi,” hearing her call my name in her sweet native tongue calmed my nerves a bit. “A medical team should be there any minute, they will airlift Khaza back home to me where I have the best medical staff waiting here to work with him. I want my baby here with me and besides, he doesn’t need to be in Miami with the havoc that’s about to take place.”

  I looked up and seen Zeus, the head of my mother’s security detail, walking through the double doors headed in my direction.

  “And Khadi?

  “Yes, mother?”

  “Asire w keoutouyeyo tout,” make sure you kill them all, she said in Haitian creole.

  “Yes ma’am,” I replied before ending the call.

  I dialed Brooklyn’s cell phone number but received her voicemail, “Brooklyn, please come back to the estate, a nigga need you now more than ever,” I left a message on her voicemail.

  Chapter 17

  Khaza

  Beep! Beep! Beep!

  I could hear the machines beeping loud and clear. I just couldn’t open my eyes or speak but I could hear everything around me. A few times I thought I heard my mother’s voice, but it could’ve just been the meds playing a trick on a nigga. I kept thinking that getting shot was karma for all the evil shit I did. Hell, a nigga probably got more bodies then Pablo Escobar, so eventually my shit would catch up to me. I thought back to what happened earlier that day.