''I hurt you? Asia you tried to assassinate me. What type of shit is that?''
''Deon, do you remember the last night we were together?'' She asked, taking a seat next to me on the sofa.
''Yes.''
''Well, that night I wanted to tell you somethin’, but I never got the chance to say it.'' After a brief pause she continued. ''I wanted to tell you that I was pregnant with your baby.''
''What? Asia, don’t lie to me.''
''I’m tellin’ you the truth, Deon. I didn’t get the opportunity to let you know because we started arguing and fighting and then you threw me out the house like a dog.''
''You still should have said something, Asia. So what happened?'' I asked.
''After that night I was so stressed out over the fact that we had broken up that I didn’t take care of myself like I should have. I was depressed and lonely. I had a miscarriage, Deon.'' She explained with tears beginning to form in her eyes.
''A miscarriage?''
''Yes, and then on top of that I found out that you had gotten married. Deon, there’s no description of the pain I felt. I hated you so much that I nearly lost my mind. I reacted off emotions and I was not thinking at all when I started messing with Reemo. I did it to spite you for the ache you left in my heart. I gassed Reemo up to believe that I could put him in position to be the next ''King''. I tried to use everything I learned from you against you.''
''What’s your reason for telling me all this now, Asia?''
''Because I love you Deon,'' She said. ''And I never meant to hurt you. I thought maybe we could put all the drama behind us and start all over. You still love me, don’t you Deon?''
Before I could open my mouth to answer she leaned in and kissed me. We passionately enjoyed each other’s tongues. We both began breathing heavy as my hands caressed her soft, firm breasts.
I pulled the straps of her gown off her shoulders and snapped her bra off. One by one I suckled on her beautiful brown nipples. She escaped her gown and I continued to plant kisses all over her body. I got down on my knees, pulled her thong to the side and let my warm tongue tickle her sensitive clitoris. She climaxed immediately and then lifted my head, kissed me and savored her sweet juices from my mouth.
We both stood and I picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom. I lay her down on her back on the king sized bed and continued to suck on her pussy. When she couldn’t take it anymore she pushed me from in between her legs and forcefully began tugging at my shirt. The buttons started popping off as she snatched it from my body. She kissed me on my neck and down my chest, then loosened my belt and pulled my pants off.
Without hesitation she removed my dick from my boxer briefs and tried to swallow my entire shaft. She gagged but that didn’t stop her from trying again. She sucked my rock hard erection like it was the last one on earth. She jerked and slurped until I was ready to release my load.
''I’m cumming,'' I whispered.
She held me in her mouth until every drop filled her cheeks. Then she swallowed.
I turned her over on her back and entered her from behind. I tugged at her braids and slapped her ass while I long stroked her soaking wet vagina. We switched positions after a while. On top, from the side, upside down, on the wall, the floor and every other position you could imagine. I fucked her so good and hard that she dozed off.
When she finally awoke I had to play it off like I was asleep. I felt her straddle me and get my manhood to rise again. I opened my eyes to her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode me.
I monitored her movements as she slowly reached her right hand underneath the pillow that was beside me and pull out a .22 automatic handgun. She pointed it at me and I gazed into her eyes with a hostile grin.
''So, this is what you brought me here for?'' I asked, still staring at her without blinking.
''I’m sorry, Deon…'' She sighed and squeezed the trigger.
Nothing.
She panicked and cocked it back noticing there were no bullets in the chamber. I smiled and held up my right hand revealing the seven .22 slugs. They fell from my hand to the silk sheets and I slapped the side of her face so hard she slipped off the bed and hit the floor.
''You stupid bitch!'' I yelled, getting up from the bed, standing over her naked body. ''Did you forget, everything you know, you learned from me?'' I grabbed her by the braids and lifted her from the floor. ''Don’t you remember, Asia…I used to sleep with my gun under the pillow. I bet you thought you were going to pull off some black widow shit, huh? Fuck me and then kill me, nah bitch…not tonight. Lady Rai, Asia…or whatever the fuck your name is, it ain’t going down like that tonight.''
I pulled her close to me. I could feel her heart rate speed up and then it slowed down. Her breathing got real heavy. I kissed her supple lips and a stream of blood escaped the side of her mouth, her eyelids slowly began to close and I laid her back onto the silk sheets. I then removed the nine-inch blade from her abdomen and looked down at the blood that covered my hand.
Slowly I stood up, went and washed myself off in the bathroom and got dressed. Before leaving I looked over her inanimate corpse one last time, planted a soft kiss on the middle of her forehead and left the scene.
Chapter Twenty-five
An entire year passed by since that unforgettable evening at the Plaza Hotel with Asia. It took me a while to get over it and still to this day I experience a sharp pain in my chest for her. I’ll never be able to completely get pass it because I still hold a spot in my heart for Asia despite all the negative situations we encountered.
After her untimely departure I claimed my position as King on the streets once again, but this time it didn’t bring me the same pleasure as it had the first time. A lot was missing from my life that could not be replaced and at times I felt vacant.
As the old saying goes everything done in the dark will come to the light. I say that to say after all this time I finally found out about a lot of things that were racking my brain. It’s crazy.
Shareeka and Lou had been dealing with each other since Jay-Roc first came home from Spofford. No one knew until things had gotten real bad. It seems that Lou was giving Shareeka the attention she wasn’t getting from Jay-Roc. Together they masterminded a scheme to gain access to some money they thought Jay-Roc was sitting on.
Their plan was put in motion when Lou somehow convinced Shareeka to kill baby Tiana, because when baby Tiana was born, Jay-Roc took out a quarter of a million dollars life insurance on her and a quarter on himself. After Shareeka and Lou found out about the feds wanting him they planned to set him up to go to jail and then Lou was going to pay one of his Blood gang members to kill him in prison. Their plan was foiled when Asia caught the two of them together and told me about it.
Shareeka had been working with the feds since baby Tiana was killed. They let her know that they had concrete evidence linking her to the murder of her child. Shareeka made a deal in order to be freed of the charges. That’s how it goes I guess.
Besides that the game wasn’t the same either. The younger generation of hustlers didn’t play by the same rules we played by. They had their own way of handling things.
For the past couple months, Rahmeek had been running things. I put him in the same spot Jay-Roc once bestowed upon me. He’s the boss now. I was still getting money, but I had more important issues that needed to be dealt with at the time.
The Tiana Washington Community Center was doing great. It opened up over fifty jobs for people from the neighborhood and gave the children a positive place to hang out instead of roaming the streets.
We were trying to get as many programs as possible. We already had a three-meal-a-day program; the after school help program, and the Speak Up Organization. Wise Words to America’s Youth is a non-profit organization that gives men and women who were once involved in the street life but made a change for the better, the opportunity to share their stories with the younger people who might be headed down that same road. Sometimes we ev
en get professional athletes and entertainers to come in and speak to the kids. What’s bugged out is that I made Ms. Baker the director.
After Ms. Baker discovered Lou and Melanie’s bodies in the apartment next door to her she made a drastic change in her life. She checked into rehab and ever since she’s been clean, sober, and drug free. I also got Jay-Roc involved with the organization from prison. He puts together events inside the jails and we bring people in who may be former inmates or motivational speakers to talk to the youth.
Somehow Jay-Roc’s brother, Roger convinced me to start attending church services. Malikah had been begging me to go with her and I didn’t feel it was the right time, but when she told me that she was pregnant with my baby, I made a personal choice to let God into my life.
In spite of what previous doctors had told her, she was nine months pregnant and due any day now. Consider me the happiest man on earth. We found out through a sonogram that we were having a baby boy and we planned on naming him, Deon King Toure Jr. Malikah’s healthy and the baby was too, so I couldn’t ask for anything more. Everything was just right.
It was a humid summer day and I had just rushed out of church. Malikah was going into labor and my baby boy was about to enter the world. After she was put into an ambulance I had to rush across town to our house and grab her things.
Recently I had purchased a brownstone on Putnam Avenue in Brooklyn so we could be close to the community center. I was about twenty minutes away so I jumped in my brand new BMW 760Li and raced through the streets. I had to make it to the hospital in time to see the birth of my first child.
Traffic was crazy and instead of it taking me twenty minutes it took me forty minutes just to get to the house. The streets were jammed packed with men, women, and young kids enjoying the beautiful weather. In the section of Brooklyn I grew up in it was a tradition every weekend of the summer to have a different block have a block party. This just so happened to be the weekend my block was having one. The street was blocked off so when I finally got there I had to park on Ralph Avenue in front of the community center.
I ran around the block to my house, put together Malikah’s bag and quickly left out. Malikah’s best friend, Brandi called my cell phone several times trying to rush me, telling me that I was going to miss her girl give birth. I told her I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
I ran down the steps of the brownstone and maneuvered my way through the flock of pedestrians that filled the sidewalk. Music blared from the big speakers that were set up on top of a large trailer and the kids danced happily in the street.
I made it around the block to where my car was parked and Ms. Baker was coming out of the community center.
''Hey, Deon, where are you rushing to?'' She asked, coming down the steps.
''What’s up Ms. Baker, I gotta rush to the hospital…Malikah’s having the baby.''
''Oh, really,'' She said. ''Congratulations, send her my love.''
''Ok'' I replied, reaching for my car keys. I popped the trunk open and tossed Malikah’s bag inside. I felt a flutter in the pit of my stomach, but brushed it off figuring it was just my nerves due to everything that was happening.
Before I could get the driver’s side door open I heard Ms. Baker scream and then a roaring bang. My body was pushed up against the side of the car and the wind was knocked from my chest. I felt that sensation I knew all too well. My entire body was on fire. I reached for my stomach and looked down to see my hands covered in blood. The hole that was in me was the size of my fist. My legs could no longer hold my body weight. On my way to the ground I stared into Butch’s eyes while he sat composed in his wheelchair holding a smoking shotgun with a malicious smile spread across his face. Before I hit the pavement I heard it again. Another slug struck me nearly ripping my leg from my waist. I lay there on the warm concrete staring into the pale sky.
''Payback mutherfucka!'' Butch yelled out, rolling off into the crowd of screaming people.
Everything seemed like it was moving in slow motion. I could feel a crowd gathering around me. I blacked out. My mother was lifting me in the air twirling me around; next, my father was gunning down Mr. Williams, snatching me up, fleeing the house. I blinked a few times. Reality set in. I could hear Ms. Baker’s screams and the onlookers whispering.
Who would have thought that Butch would seek revenge after all these years? I never saw it coming. I always looked down on him and Red because they had a habit. Maybe I thought I was better than them, but I surely didn’t think he was capable of doing something like this. Now look at me. My life spilling out of me onto the grimy cement, this can’t be. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. Just minutes ago I was sitting in church listening to the word about making a fresh start and choosing a new path. I had made a choice to walk a new passageway of love and forgiveness. I’m hoping it’s not too late, all I’m saying is…if it’s over, when they bury me, bury me with the crown around my neck… because I’m still the mutherfucking, KING!
EPILOUGE
On July 2nd 2006 at approximately 3:20pm Deon ''King'' Toure took his last breath. He was twenty-seven years young. Exactly one hour later his wife, Malikah Toure gave birth to a healthy 8 pound 3 ounce baby boy who she named Deon Jr.
They say God works in mysterious ways. Deon’s life was bought to an end and his son’s life had just begun. He’d done a lot of foul shit in his twenty-seven years on God’s green earth, but never did he expect to go out like he did.
Although he didn’t live with regrets, he knew he hurt many people along the way, but most importantly he hurt himself.
Damn, karma is real!
Don’t ever think you can escape your fate because God has a plan for us all. It was written!
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