The Last Kings 2

by C. N. Phillips

  By that point, warm, salty tears were streaming down Mocha’s face. She was thinking about the things Khiron would do to her after the meeting, and her grip on Lucy tightened. It was time to finally give in to what Khiron wanted: her lying in a pool of her own blood. She had always done what people wanted her to do, for once she wished she would have chosen for herself.

  “So choose yourself,” she said to herself. “Run. You have to get away from here.”

  Her arm trembled as it slowly lowered until the gun was hanging loosely at her side. It was time for her to be selfish. As messed up as things were, she had already chosen her side. Although it had ended poorly, she chose Khiron over Sadie. She knew Sadie would never forgive her. They wouldn’t be best friends again; things would never go back to how they used to be. They were enemies. As soon as she was of no use, Mocha already knew that she would be disposed of, so why wait around for that to happen?

  Thinking deeply, Mocha sat down on her bed and at that moment made a decision. She would help Sadie do whatever she needed to do, and hoped that it would stir up enough commotion in Detroit to avert Khiron’s attention. That was when she would run. That was when she would be free again.

  Chapter 9

  “Bitch, if you don’t hurry up and bag that shit up!” A young man barked down at a woman dressed in nothing but a bra and a pair of boy short panties.

  Using his left palm, he threw her head down so harshly it almost hit the brown table that she was kneeling in front of. The woman sat back up straight and nodded her head without looking up at the man who had just put his hands on her. She wanted to roll her eyes and tell him to get the fuck on somewhere, but she knew things would escalate quickly after that. Instead she kept her mouth shut under the mask she wore on her face.

  She and three other girls sat on the living room floor of a two-bedroom apartment bagging up sacks of cocaine. Khiron expected a certain dollar amount produced from all of the work in locations he had hidden around Atlanta. That night the shipment had been bigger than expected and it was taking a little longer to complete the task. It also didn’t help that she had done a line before she started bagging.

  “Marie just high, that’s all,” Lisha, one of the other women around the table snitched. “I don’t even know why y’all got her in here with us. We tryna get money, and she’s turnin’ into a cokehead.”

  “Bitch, you got me fucked up,” Marie said back, surprised at Lisha’s outburst. She set the contents in her hands down so that she could slap the chocolate-skinned woman in front of her. “You’re just a hating-ass ho like these other two bitches.”

  Marie waved her finger at the two women, named Rissa and Bunny. Both of them instantly took offense to her words and looked at Marie like she was off her rocker.

  “Who this yellow slut think she talking to?” Rissa asked, throwing the bag in her hand down.

  Before any of them could get at each other Marie felt a hand snatch her up by the arm and yank her to her feet.

  “All you bitches shut the fuck up before I air this bitch out!” the man gripping her arm shouted. “Me and my niggas don’t want to hear all that.”

  At the sight of the Mac 11 in his hand all sound ceased to exist in the room. Hearing the commotion from the next room, two men came from the bedroom they were in. Each had a game controller in one hand and a pistol in the next.

  “Everything good in here, Vince?” one of the masked men asked.

  “Hell, nah, shit ain’t good,” Vince said, snatching Marie closer to him. “I think this ho in here getting high off the product.”

  The drugs coursing through her system made it hard for Marie to stand without swaying slightly. Her eyes tried to focus on Vince’s face, but he was so close to her it kept going in and out of focus.

  “Man, this ho is high as fuck,” Vince smacked his lips, looking at her dilated pupils. He snatched the mask from her face and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. He took one look at her tongue and knew that Lisha was telling the truth. Putting his cold gun to her temple, he sneered in her face. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

  Marie knew that Lisha had set her up by snitching, after all she was the one who snuck Marie the drugs in the first place. Since the day she had been brought to stay in the house Khiron kept them all in, it was apparent that no one there liked her. Growing up in the hood before Tyler moved her into her own spot, Marie used to hear stories about Bitch Houses. They were houses where kingpins kept their whores. These were women that bagged up the work, smuggled it in and out of state, and took the wrap for any and everything. She would have never really believed that they existed had she not been living in one for the past year. Marie had so much sorrow brewing inside of her heart it didn’t take long for her to start playing with her nose. It made everything around her easier to cope with. Soon after being brought to live in a house with nine other women, she learned that the best way to stay alive was to do whatever she was told. If they told her to jump, she jumped. If they told her to cross the border with bags of cocaine stuffed in her pussy and ass, she did it. If they told her to lay down and open her legs . . . she did it. She looked into Vince’s eyes and already knew what he wanted. Slowly, she took off her bra and exposed her light breasts to the room.

  Vince’s eyes traveled to the pink nipples he’d tasted many times before. Even if Lisha hadn’t opened her mouth, he was going to take Marie into the back room and wear her out. Whenever a set of girls were dropped off to his location to clear it out he hoped that Marie was one of them. Out of all the whores he had sexed in the house, she was his favorite. The moment he saw her walk into the apartment that night he knew she was high. The women didn’t have to take off their clothes to bag, but when Vince was in charge he made them. The first time Vince had laid eyes on Marie she was petite with few curves, but now she was thick in all the right places. He didn’t need to know that it was because of the birth control Khiron forced them all to be on; all he cared about were her plump ass cheeks poking out on the sides. He had always loved him a redbone, and her full pink lips made him wish his dick had access to them all the time. Her eyes were so low, and without trying, every look she gave him turned him on. He nudged her head with his gun and nodded his head to the room that wasn’t being used at the moment.

  “Go,” he instructed, and then turned to the other men in the room. “Make sure these hoes finish out here.”

  He followed behind Marie into the room and flicked the light off. Once the door was shut he proceeded to grope her all over her body. She couldn’t make out a thing in the room, so she just stood still and let him squeeze and lick all over her.

  “Take these panties off,” he said, tugging at the cotton covering her best assets.

  She did as she was told and bent down so that she could slide her panties off. The moment she stood back up, Vince cupped her pussy with his right hand, using his middle finger to part her lips. Marie was so high and his touch sent tingles down her spine. It felt so good to her and the jewel between her legs did what it was supposed to do. Feeling how wet she was growing, Vince used his middle finger to circle her clit while he bent down and popped her nipple in his mouth. Marie threw her head back and allowed his fingers to dive in and out of her. When he made the “come here” motion with his fingers to rub against her G-Spot she felt her clit swell. The feeling of his tongue circling her areola and his fingers working their magic relentlessly was too much for her to handle.

  “Ahhhh!” she moaned when she couldn’t hold her orgasm in any longer. She squirted her juices all over his hand and dropped to her knees, trembling.

  Vince didn’t let her catch her breath before he was shoving his eight inches of thickness in her mouth. Gripping the back of her head, he guided her as she slurped and slobbered all over his shaft. He fucked her throat and jaws rough purposely because he wanted to hear her choke on his tip. She took it like a champ for a good ten minutes before he made her stop and forced her to her feet by
her hair. He grabbed her arm, spun her around and threw her forward. Before Marie could brace herself for the hard floor, she was surprised when she landed on a soft bed. Marie heard the condom wrapper ripping behind her and Vince fumbling to put it on. She was supposed to be on a beach somewhere right now, not on the bed having sex with a drug dealer. Right before he entered her from behind she closed her eyes shut and thought back to the day her life changed forever.

  “W-where’s Tyler?”

  Those were the first words out of Marie’s mouth when she finally came to. She was laying on a bed in a hotel room. The clothes on her body as well as the hair on her head were damp, and when she tried to move her arms she found that she couldn’t. She started to panic when she saw that her wrists and ankles had rope around them, bounding her to the bed. Slowly but surely, her memories were coming back to her, jumbled and mixed up. The last thing she remembered was getting into a car accident with her brother. Her eyes tried to focus on the room around her and she tried to figure out where she was. Head throbbing like she’d been hit with a ton of bricks, her eyes frantically scanned the room and she tried to will the ringing in her ears away. She made out the bodies of five men, all wearing black suits and all wearing the same emotionless look on their face. Marie was too terrified to move and the menacing atmosphere of the room caused her bottom lip to tremble when she repeated her question.

  “Where is Tyler?” That time she tried to steady her voice, but her fear snuck its way there anyway.

  “He’s dead,” a bored tone said bluntly.

  Marie’s eyes shot to the foot of the bed where a man towered staring directly into her eyes. There was something about the coldness of his eyes and hard expression that made Marie’s heart freeze over. He was easy on the eyes and wore his hair in a tapered fade. He rubbed his chin and gave a small laugh.

  “I killed him,” he took a step to the side of the bed and sat down on it. “And I’m going to kill you, too, if you don’t tell me what I need to know.”

  Marie didn’t grasp his last sentence right away because his first was still replaying in her head. All at once, the images of the crash were coming back to her. She remembered trying to get to her brother so that she could protect him somehow, but there was no point. She now knew why she couldn’t get the ringing out of her head. She swallowed hard once the guilt settled in. Tyler was dead because he was trying to get her to safety. She tried to bite back her tears that came with the heaviness of her heart.

  “W-who are you?” Marie forced herself to say. “And why did you want my brother dead?”

  “My name is Khiron, shawty,” he answered simply, in a low tone. “And your brother is dead because any friend of my enemy is my enemy.”

  His voice was smooth, and he never took his eyes off of hers. He smiled at her and used his fingers to trace her exposed calf, causing her to flinch. He smiled.

  “Now that you have asked all of your allotted questions, I have some of my own.”

  “I don’t know anything that you need to know, I swear,” Marie started to sob and take brisk breaths. “Please don’t kill me.”

  Khiron looked down at Marie’s pleading face and turned his nose up slightly. Without saying another word, he stood to his feet and looked to the five men, silently gaving them all their instructions. He pulled the desk chair up to the foot of the bed and one of his men placed a black briefcase on the bed.

  “Please don’t kill me. Pleeeease. Please,” Marie begged through her sobs. Her face was completely drenched from her tears and she prayed that God would show mercy on her soul. When she saw what the man pulled from the briefcase she let out a blood curdling scream and tried to fight against her restraints. “Noooo! Noooo!”

  The man stuffed the ball of the gag that he’d removed from the brief case in Marie’s mouth while another one held her face still so that it could be secured. Soon all that could be heard from her mouth were muffled shouts. Khiron watched as his men tortured Marie for hours until the bed under her was stained in blood. He asked her questions about The Last Kings operation in hopes to get another one up on them, however there was no use. The pain that he inflicted on her no man would be able to withstand without giving him some sort of information. When the only thing she could tell him was her name, no matter how badly it hurt, he finally called his men off. He started to believe that she was truly just the kid sister of a hustler. Too bad he still didn’t have much sympathy for her—in his eyes she was still his enemy.

  “Everybody but Brandon, leave,” Khiron told his men. “Make sure nobody is poking their noses around here, and if they are, you know what to do.”

  “Yea, boss?” Brandon, a caramel stocky man with a brush cut.

  “She doesn’t know anything,” Khiron said, staring at the barely conscious woman on the bed.

  Marie’s eyes were almost swollen shut, and if she thought her body was sore before, the pain she felt now was excruciating. She was positive her jaw was broken, and she kept choking on her own blood.

  “You want me to finish this bitch off?”

  Khiron pondered over Brandon’s question for a moment. He was angry that he had wasted his time questioning Marie, and usually that was cause for a bullet in the head. Still, he didn’t think he would be satisfied. He wanted everyone to suffer continuously, like he had for years, and he had the perfect place that had use for a woman like her.

  “Nah,” Khiron said, watching Marie slowly fall into unconsciousness. “Clean her up and take her to the house back to Atlanta.”

  “Anything you say, boss man.” Brandon nodded his head already knowing what “house” Khiron was referring to.

  “One more thing,” Khiron said before he left the room. “As soon as she’s healthy, dope her up.”

  Marie snapped out of her high flashback just as Vince was grunting like a wild animal behind her. She knew that was a for sure sign that he had gotten his nut off, and she was relieved. She waited until she heard him zipping his pants and fastening his belt before she stood up from the bed.

  “Damn that pussy good, girl,” Vince said and touched her wetness one more time. “Now get the fuck up and get back out there. Don’t wash up, niether, keep that pussy wet. One of my niggas might wanna fuck before y’all leave.”

  Once again, Marie did as she was told. She put her panties back on and walked shamelessly back out of the room. She scooped her bra up off the floor where she had dropped it and knelt back down at the table once it was securely in place. She ignored the girls and went back to bagging, and Vince went back to counting money on the dining room table like nothing had just happened. A year ago, Marie was a girl with her own mind. Now she was somebody’s property.

  Chapter 10

  Before Khiron left Atlanta he always stopped at his main trap house and the house that he kept his whores in. The girls were locked in their rooms as usual, and the only one with freedom to roam the house was his oldest girl, Lisha. When he was assured that everything was good he walked out of the double doors of the large house to a tan Chevy Tahoe waiting for him in the driveway. Khiron handed his suitcase to the driver that stood holding the door to the backseat open and hopped it. When it pulled away from the house, it stopped next to a gold Lexus ES 350 parked curbside directly in front of the house.

  “You can take them out somewhere to eat later,” Khiron said when he rolled down his window. “My counts came back lovely. Treat these bitches to some steak or something. Hoes love steak.”

  The two goons sitting inside the vehicle chuckled but nodded their heads before Khiron pulled off into the day. Little did he know that while he was flying to Detroit to handle some business, somebody had snuck into Atlanta to finish theirs. Tyler sat in his rental car a good distance away, watching Khiron through the dark Ray Bans on his face. He couldn’t make out what they were saying to each other, but he saw Khiron’s arm extend from the back of the truck and throw a set of keys into the passenger side of the Mercedes before he drove away. Tyler and his own goons leaned b
ack in their seats when the truck passed them so they weren’t seen. When it was out of sight from the neighborhood, they sat back up and got ready.

  Tyler screwed the silencer on his pistol with black gloves on his hands and checked his clip. He looked over to the passenger seat at a man that had been his and Ray’s friend since childhood. His loyalty had never wavered, not even with the fall of The Last Kings. Looney was thorough and it was him who had Tyler removed from the hospital. Looney had also been the one to orchestrate Tyler’s fake death to the public. Besides Ray, Looney was the only other person that Tyler trusted. He wasn’t a part of The Last Kings, but he was affiliated just off GP. When his daughter and her mother were murdered, Looney got out of the game, but he was still an important asset to have around. Not only was his aim as nice as his heart was black, he was knowledgeable about everything and place.

  Once Looney was notified by Ray that Tyler was in the hospital, he showed up shortly after Ray left. He didn’t want the news that his boy was still alive to hit the streets, so he removed him from the hospital. He paid a nice chunk of change to have any record of his admittance erased from every system, and any video recording of him entering to be burned. Once Tyler got his strength back, Looney he saw how distraught his man was over his baby sister. Not wanting Tyler to feel a loss that deep again he agreed to get back in the game one last time.

  “You ready my nigga?” Looney asked in a gruff voice, rubbing his short beard.

  In response, Tyler pulled the black mask on his head over his face. Looney followed suit. Tyler looked to the two young goons he’d brought along with him in the back seat.