She Fell in Love with a Miami Kingpin

by Tee Jae

  Biggs looked back at me with a smirk on his face, “Shut the fuck up” I barked.

  He fell out laughing, “I ain't even say shit.”

  Soon as we landed back in Miami she emerged from the back hurriedly trying to pass me up, “Brooklyn wait.” I grabbed her arm holding her back letting Biggs and the pilot make their way out of the jet before I spoke, “I'm sorry, I will never call you another niggas bitch again but mine.” I smiled but I could see the tears forming in her eyes.

  “How do I know this is real, you won't just change your mind like you did before? I mean how am I su…”

  “I am a man that stays true to my word that’s how you’ll know,” I cut her off.

  “No, I mean how do I know this is real. Khadi, you can have any woman you want. I mean with your status and money, I'm sure women are falling at your feet. Gator only had half of what you have and every time I turned around there was a different bitch lurking in the shadows. I know no relationship is perfect, but I don’t want to have to fight for your love only to find out there is a secret wife or girlfriend or even worst, a baby.” She pouted with her pretty pink lips. I kissed her sucking on her bottom lip, she tasted so good I couldn’t help myself.

  “Come here,” I pulled her to the back of the cabin where the bedroom was and pushed her down on the bed. I laid on top of her kissing her neck before ripping her blouse open sending the buttons flying everywhere.

  “Khadi stop it, I'm serious I can’t do this again unless I know it's real.” She pushed me off of her and I laid on my back next to her with both of us staring at the ceiling. I guess I was taking too long to answer her she rose off the bed trying to close her shirt without the buttons.

  “I'm different ma and don’t you ever compare what we building to what you and that nigga had cause this ain't that.” I called out to her stopping her in her tracks before she could open the cabin door to walk out.

  She turned around, “How?”

  I sat up on the bed removing my shirt, “What makes me different? I would say I'm just a different breed but I'm sure you thought that about your ex.” I stood up removing my jeans and boxers leaving me butt naked with just my socks on. I laid back down in the middle of the bed, stroking my dick. She turned away from me now staring at the wall. “I'm a man ma, I'm not one of these niggas out here pretending. I take care of my woman not just with money…but trust me, money would never be an issue for us. I protect my woman in all aspects; I'll kill for you girl, love you endlessly, never ever would I let another woman come in and penetrate our bond.” I kept stroking my dick until it stood at attention on its own.

  “Khadi, what are you doing to me?” she questioned, removing her shirt as if she was in a trance.

  I kept talking, “My family comes first and as for my woman, my woman would be my best friend. You wouldn’t stand behind me but on side of me as my equal. My equal is my better half which means if I step out on you then you should be able to step out on me and Khadi Santana ain't having that shit. So, this dick…” I stroked it once more as she kicked off her shoes unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her thick thighs. “This dick would belong to you and only you, so the only time you would be in front of me is if you sitting on it.” She stood up dipping her fingers in her wet pussy while I talked. “Get on this dick now, Brooklyn,” I demanded as she crawled to the middle of the bed, straddling me while lowering herself on my dick covering it with her warm, sloppy, wet pussy.

  “What about Biggs? They are waiting for us.”

  I grabbed her face roughly making her stare into my eyes, “When I tell you to do something you do it, what’s waiting for us outside will wait that’s what the fuck I pay them for. Now you better ride this dick like it's about to go out of style.” I slapped her ass giving her a little motivation.

  “Yes, fuck yes,” she moaned sexily, while matching every stroke I was giving her from below.

  Brooklyn’s pussy was nothing like I’ve ever had before, making me want to moan out like a little bitch but I had to keep it gangsta. As if she was reading my mind, she placed both hands on my chest leaning forward, licking my ear then whispered

  “Talk to your pussy. Don’t be shy we love it when you talk to us.”

  Chapter 22

  Brooklyn

  “It’s a girl!!!!!!” the Asian doctor announced as we all stood around waiting to find out the sex of the baby.

  “Yayyyyyy!” I shouted but from the looks of it I was the only one happy about the gender. Everyone stood around as if a baby no matter the gender wasn’t something special. Even Khali was laying there with a blank stare. “Uh excuse me, what the hell is wrong with everyone?”

  “We wanted a boy,” Zilla, Khadi, and Khaddo all said in unison.

  “Me too,” Khali chimed in.

  “Girl please, little girls are precious, you will get to play dress up with her and take her with you to the nail shop and hair salons. It will be great, Khali just watch,” I said trying to brighten everyone’s spirit.

  She plastered a smile on her face, “maybe you’re right, Brooklyn but if you give my brother a boy first, I'm going to kick your ass,” everyone laughed at her spoiled ass.

  “Girl whatever, I'm not having a baby until I'm married.” I glanced back at Khadi.

  “Is that right?” he asked licking his lips sexily, making my clit jump.

  “That’s right.” I smirked at him, helping Zilla help Khali down off the table.

  Khadi finally got over the Zilla thing with Khali and was on board and just as excited about the baby as everyone else. He even moved Khali and Zilla into the Villa on the estate to keep a close eye on her. We still were not allowed to leave the estate without security; it's been a few weeks since the shootout but until Khadi was able to end the war that was going on, we were back on lockdown like when I first was forced to stay here. It was cool though cause laying up with my man every night was worth staying home most of the days.

  Khadi and I grew closer and I swear I've never felt like this about anyone. I mean, what kind of man can talk you out of your clothes? Khadi Santana that’s who.

  Chapter 23

  Khadi

  I hated to leave Miami at such a crucial time. We still had no clue who the fuck was declaring war with us but when my mom called and said Khaza had finally woken up from his coma, I needed to get to Haiti as soon as possible. I gave my mom specific instructions to not tell anyone else that Khaza was up, not even Khaddo. I needed to get to Khaza first and find out what the fuck him and Camille was doing together that day.

  Khaddo sucked that shit up and took Khaza’s place with no questions asked but deep down inside, I know he wanted the same answers; I was headed to Haiti to find out. It was no way I could have my little brothers at odds with each other behind no pussy. Don’t get me wrong, I know wives are off limits but if the bitch was willingly giving the pussy then the issue should’ve been with her. I just wasn’t sure how I would react if Khaza did this sneaky shit. I looked back at Brooklyn’s sexy ass tangled up in the sheets slightly snoring. I just finish fucking her ass into a coma and was sneaking out to hop on the plane.

  “Biggs, make sure the security is extra tight at home,” I told him as we pulled up to the clear port.

  “You sure you don’t need me?” he asked concerned.

  “Nah, Zeus will be waiting for me on the other end. But I'll need you on standby when I'm headed back,” I sighed frustrated getting out the car. “Take care of my girls, man all three of them.” I smiled feeling good about what I had waiting back at home for me. I couldn’t wait to have a little Khali in the house.

  *****

  I made it to my mom’s estate a little after four a.m. and everyone was asleep. Making my way down the hall to the room set up for Khaza, I tapped lightly on the door.

  “Hmmmmmmm yeah,” I thought I heard Khaza moan.

  I pushed the door opened and this nigga had a chick bent over the hospital bed fucking her.

  “Ahem,” I clear
ed my throat announcing my presence cutting their fucking session short.

  “Oh my God,” the chick whispered in embarrassment, pulling up her scrubs.

  This nigga was in here fucking his nurse. She quickly gathered herself together and looked at me with pleading eyes. I nodded my head towards the door, dismissing her before making my way over to the chair that sat a few feet away from his bed. He pulled up his jogging pants sitting on back down on the bed.

  “I see a lot hasn’t changed with you,” I smirked.

  “She been bathing my ass and wanted the dick,” he shrugged his shoulders, “gotta give the women what they want, right?” he chuckled.

  “I hear that. Is that what you was doing with Camille? Giving her what she wanted?” I asked searching his face for any deception.

  “Fuck you talking about, big bro?” he mugged me.

  I shot up from my seat, “Don’t play stupid with me my nigga. What the fuck was Camille doing in the car with you when you got shot?”

  “Nigga, I know you not jumping at me stupid behind no slut-ass bitch like Camille?” he stood up from his bed.

  “Slut or not, that was your brother's wife, not some side bitch or girlfriend but his fucking wife and I want to know what the fuck was going on.”

  “My nigga did you find the niggas who slugged me up? Coming in here on ten behind a bitch. Ask her what the fuck she was doing in the car with me.”

  “She’s dead, bro. We buried her weeks ago and Khaddo stepped up and took your place in the game like it was nothing. So, please look at me and tell me you weren’t fucking your brother’s wife.” I walked closer to him looking him dead in the eyes.

  He backed away from me sitting on the edge of the bed dropping his head, letting me know my assumptions was right.

  “Dammit,” I hollered punching a hole in the wall, “Where the fuck is your loyalty, bro? That’s your fucking brother!!!!” I hollered, probably waking up the whole house.

  “Shhhhhhhh, before mama come down here.” He tried to shush me, but I was on ten.

  I grabbed his little ass up off the bed and pinned him against the wall, not giving a fuck that he had just come out of a coma. The machines that he was hooked up too started beeping loudly. “You lost your fucking mind? I didn’t fucking raise you to be a fucking snake.” I pulled him away from the wall and slammed him back against it. He cringed in pain but all I seen was red. The nurse rushed in the room and quickly rushed out, returning with my mom and Zeus.

  Zeus pulled us apart and Khaza slid down to the floor in pain with my mom and the nurse at his side as Zeus tried to calm me down. I paced the floor back and forth as they lifted him up off the floor and placing him back in bed.

  “I'm sorry,” Khaza said weakly, staring at me probably more hurt that I put my hands on him than him fucking Camille. “Please Bro, don’t tell Khaddo, I swear, I didn’t mean it.” Everyone stood quietly between us waiting to see what my next move was.

  “You are cut off! Don’t step foot back in Miami, Khaza. I don’t need a fucking snake in my circle and I won’t tell Khaddo a damn thing…You will.” I fixed my clothes before walking out with my mother following behind me.

  “Khadi, you can't cut your bruddah off,” she followed me outside crying. “Wut de hell is going on?”

  “He’s a snake mama, keep him here or I will hurt him,” I slid in the backseat of the waiting town car to catch my flight right back to Miami. The whole ride I thought about how I was going to look Khaddo in the face, knowing I knew the truth about his wife and his snake ass little brother. This was why relationships were hard for me, I always figured you can lose your mate how I lost Toi or straight up lose them to another nigga. Going to Haiti and confirming this Camille and Khaza shit, fucked my head up and was making me second think my relationship with Brooklyn.

  I was back in Miami around seven a.m., so I wasn’t surprised to see Brooklyn still asleep in the bed. I stripped down to my socks and slid in under the covers, roughly turning her over. She smiled at me.

  “Hmmmmm, Good morning Papi”

  I put all my body weight on her forcing her legs apart biting down into her shoulder while ramming my dick inside of her.

  “Ouch, baby wait slow down,” she panted as I pinned her hands above her head biting her neck stroking faster. “Baby, your being too rough.”

  “Shut the fuck up and take this dick. What's wrong, you don’t want this dick?” I asked continuously ramming my dick inside her. “Huh? Answer me?” my mouth found the other side of her neck biting down. “Oh, you not gone answer me?” I flipped her ass over spreading her ass cheeks before sliding my dick right back into her. Grabbing her hair and pulling it from the back, I had to slow it down as she matched my rhythm, making a nigga want to bust fast.

  “Fuck me, Khadi,” she cried out in pleasure and I'm sure pain. Her body hadn’t adjusted to the girth of my dick just yet, the wetness from her pussy squirted against my pelvic area as I reached around thumbing her clit and hit her spot with the tip of my dick. “Fuck, baby yesssssss,” she whimpered, “I love you,” shocking the hell out of me.

  I sped up my strokes again, “Say that shit again.” I rubbed her clit soaking my hand in her juices and pulled my hand back and slapped her on the ass, “Say that shit again, I said.”

  “I love you, baby... I…. wanna have…. oh, oh, oh my god…baby, I'm cumming.”

  “Nah, fuck that. You wanna have my what?” I licked my thumb before sticking it in her ass.

  “Fuckkkkk, baby. I wanna have your baby.”

  That shit made my dick even harder.

  “Cum in me, baby… I wanna have your baby.”

  She squirted all over me and the sheets right before I let my seeds loose inside her.

  Chapter 24

  Brooklyn

  I wanted to tell Khadi that I knew who was responsible for shooting Khaza and killing Camille, it was eating me up inside. I just was scared this would drive a wedge between us and I was deeply in love with this man.

  “Hello,” I spoke into the phone, this was my fifth private call of the day and no one said anything.

  “Baby, who was that?” I jumped, finding Khadi standing in the doorway.

  I shrugged, "wrong number I guess.” I locked my phone placing it down on the nightstand. I had been sick to my stomach for the last week, so I’d been laid up in the bed while everyone catered to me.

  “You need anything while I'm out? I have a few business meetings, but I won’t be out too late.” He stood in front of the floor length mirror checking himself out. He was dipped in a pair of white jeans and white sneakers with a beige button-down shirt leaving a few buttons at the top unbuttoned with his Cuban link chain on, looking like money.

  I liked my lips, “I need for you to come back in this bed.”

  He turned around and winked at me, “Sorry baby gotta go secure our future. Have that ass ready when I come back though since you been being stingy with the pussy all week, imma punish you tonight,” he ran his tongue over his top lip.

  “Baby,” I stopped him at the door, “I love you,” I blew him a kiss.

  He walked back to the bed placing a kiss on my forehead, “I love you too. Get your rest baby. Dr. Chung will be by in a few to check you out,” he called over his shoulder walking out our master bedroom leaving me in a panic.

  *****

  Dr. Chung and I both sat quietly as we waited for the test results that I already knew the answer to. Khadi and I had been fucking like rabbits and from our first time we have never used a condom. Although, I said I wanted to be married first, the idea of carrying a little Khadi around, excited me more than I thought.

  “Brooklyn, you are indeed pregnant,” Dr. Chung confirmed. “You’re about six weeks along. So, I'm going to give you something to help with your morning sickness and I will need you in my office bright and early Monday morning. Mr. Santana will be ecstatic.” He smiled while packing up his medical bag. I shot up out the bed, “Please don’t tell him,” I
pressed.

  “I'm sorry, Ms. Trase but I have specific instructions to let him know how your checkup goes, I work for him ya know.” He stared at me.

  “Tell him I had a stomach virus or something. I want it to be a surprise from me,” I pleaded as he looked at me unsure of what to do. “I promise I will tell him, I just want it to be a surprise.”

  He stood up from the bed preparing to leave. “Ok, I’ll give you til Monday, please tell him before then because I'm sure we both know Mr. Santana doesn’t like to be lied to.” He smirked and I playfully rolled my eyes.

  “Yes, we do. Thank you Dr. Chung.” I smiled as he made his way out of our master suite before throwing myself back on the bed. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand to call the only person I could tell right now.

  “Hey boo,” Kassidy voice boomed in the phone after the second ring. “Tasha at bowl three, Randall will wash your hair in a second.” I could hear her walking away from the noise in the shop.

  “Kassidy, I can't do it anymore, I have to tell him, you don’t have to do shit but stay black and die. What is it this week?” she sighed into the phone.

  I rose up out the bed to make sure no one was in sight and cupped the phone, “I’m pregnant.”

  “Oh my god, Brooklyn this is great news! I'm going to be a nanny!” she started singing in the phone.

  “Right, so I can’t lose my baby daddy,” I pouted into the phone.

  “You’re right just go ahead and tell him. I can't have you stressed out while carrying my niece or nephew.

  “I’ll set up a nice dinner tonight and lay it on him thick before dropping the news on him.” I sighed feeling like the weight of the world was on my shoulders.

  “Ok, girl I miss you and I'll see you soon. Child this shop is packed I gotta go… love ya,” she hung up the phone leaving me to ponder on my thoughts.