Falling For a Hood King II
A Novel By
Shvonne Latrice
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Chapter 1: Natalia Thomas
"Wake yo’ ass up!"
I opened my eyes and realized I was staring down the barrel of a gun. I jumped back and saw it was Greg holding it.
"Greg, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked, as I tried to crawl up the headboard. I was scared as hell.
"I'm just doing my job. Now get the fuck up and let's go," he ordered and waved the gun.
"Go where?" I asked.
"Stop asking questions and get the fuck up!" he boomed.
I jumped up and slid on my flip-flops. Thank God I laid down in my skinny jeans and t-shirt, because I usually sleep in my underwear and bra.
"Can I just get my baby Greg, let me just take my son with us," I pleaded.
"Hurry the fuck up!" he yelled making me jump.
I rushed to the other bedroom and picked up my baby. I grabbed his diaper bag and car seat, and then came out of the room. Greg was pacing the living room as if he was thinking, with his gun still in his hand. I tried to think of a way to escape or call for help, but I knew nothing would work at this point.
"You got everything you need for that little nigga?" he asked once he noticed me emerge from the back.
"Yeah, I do," I replied, nodding.
"Come on," he said, waving his gun towards the door. As we walked out, he kept his gun pressed into my back. "Don't do nothing stupid, bitch." he said through gritted teeth, as we neared his truck.
He kept the gun pressed to my back, as I buckled Jackson into the car seat as slowly as I could.
"Can I get back here with him?"
"No, get yo’ pretty ass in the front seat with me," he smirked and then smacked my ass.
I closed the back door, and then hopped in on the passenger side. He ran around quickly, and climbed in the driver’s seat. I wanted to pull out my phone and call Julius or anybody, but I knew his ass would shoot me. He's hated me ever since our first encounter at CVS that night.
A tear slid down my cheek as Greg pulled off from the curb. He kept one hand on the wheel and one hand on his gun trigger. I had no idea what his plans were and that made it even scarier.
Chapter 2: Greg Williams
I sat in the warehouse, staring at a passed out Natalia. She was beautiful as hell, but I hated her personality. She always tried to play that innocent role, when she knew she was probably out here busting it open for any and everybody. I wanted to fuck her so badly, but that wasn't part of the plan. I easily could though, because she was unconscious in this chair I tied her to. I thought as I rubbed my chin hair. I’d made her put her baby to sleep as soon as we arrived, and then I knocked her ass out with one good hit in the head. I laughed to myself as I recalled the events.
Hey, don't look at me like the bad guy; I'm just doing my damn job. I need to make money and eat just like y'all muthafuckas. And as you know, Julius didn't even put me on when he moved out to Charleston. I low-key hated that nigga, but it wasn't enough to come after his people. Someone else hated him that much, and that's where I came in. So as a wise person once said, don't kill the messenger.
See, my boss, Hugo asked me to kidnap old sexy ass Natalia. The job paid $8,000, and I needed it bad. It was chump change to what Julius and them niggas was making down in South Carolina, but shit, it was something. Anyway, Hugo's nephew has a thing for Natalia, so he concocted all this shit in order to be her knight in shining armor. Once he saved Natalia, she would fall in love with him and leave Julius. He planned to skip off up to Michigan, until Julius cooled off. I warned him that Julius would never cool off about this, but nobody listens to my ass.
I laughed at my thoughts, ‘cause this nigga Hugo's nephew was definitely coo coo for coco puffs. He's read too many damn fairytales in his life if he thought this shit was gonna work. It seemed no matter what anyone said, or how fucked up Julius treated this little hoe, she never strayed. Plus, it's too much pussy in Indianapolis alone to be drumming up plans and schemes for it.
I looked at my watch because Natalia started to stir. I text the nigga to see what he was up to, and he let me know he would be pulling up in about ten minutes. I nodded as if he could see me, and then smiled big as I saw Natalia coming to.
"Greg, why are you doing this?" she slurred with her eyes squinted.
She had a knot on her head from when I knocked her ass out. I shook my head and lit a cigarette. Even though she was messed up, she was still fine as hell. I needed this cigarette to stop me from testing that pussy out. I knew it had to be good, if she was able to have Julius out here acting psycho for her. I knew it couldn't have been the conversation.
"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled after taking a pull. I couldn't think of a lie to tell her, so being an asshole was the next best thing.
I got the text that Hugo's nephew was here, and it was time to put on a show. I counted down in my head, and then the weak ass warehouse door, came flying down. Both Natalia and I turned our heads to see what it was, although I already knew.
"Frank! Oh my gosh! Please help me!" Natalia yelled to him, as she squirmed in the chair.
"I got you ma." he said rushing towards her.
"Aye nigga, the fuck you doing?" I asked putting on my act.
"Taking my girl! Don't get fucked up!" he yelled and I almost laughed at his soft ass. Little nigga couldn't even get pussy on his own, and he got the nerve to be acting all hard.
"Where is my gun?" I asked, continuing on with my scripted words.
"Shut the fuck up!" Frank yelled, pulling a gun from his waist.
He kept it pointed at me, as he, Natalia, and her baby backed out of the warehouse. Once, they were out of sight, I lit a blunt and chilled out for a bit. I prayed for his sake that Julius didn't find him, because he'd be long fucking gone if he did.
Chapter 3: Julius Tate
Natalia missed her flight two days ago. I called her nonstop and constantly text her phone with no response. I immediately flew back to Indianapolis, to find the door to my house wide open. My heart almost stopped, as I came to the realization that someone had kidnapped my baby girl and son. The worst part was the fact that I had no idea who would do this. I immediately thought Hugo, but I had no damn proof. I was gonna go crazy if I didn't find them soon. My heart literally ached at the thought of someone harming either one of them.
I was lying in my bed, thinking about my baby girl. I had a glass of Hennessey in one hand, a picture of her in a bikini when we were in Los Angeles in the other hand, and a gun on my lap. Tears escaped my eyes, as I silently stared at the TV not even paying attention to what was on it. I hadn't cried since my mother passed, but I couldn't help it. Suddenly, my phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. Without looking, I went ahead and answered it.
"Hello?" I sniffled.
"Julius, baby, are you okay?" Bianca asked in a concerned tone.
I was quiet for a moment, as I gathered my thoughts together. "Actually nah, I'm not. Someone kidnapped my girl and my kid; my fucking kid that's only been here two damn weeks. I knew I shouldn't have left them." I shook
my head. Bianca was silent for a moment, which caught my attention. "What do you know?" I asked.
"Well, Julius, I"
"What the fuck do you know!" I yelled standing up. I would kill this bitch in a hot fucking minute if she didn't get to talking.
"Greg! Greg told me he took Natalia and"
I disconnected the call and grabbed my keys. I ran out to my car, and the super cool breeze of the night air didn't bother me like it usually did. I was so angry, that nothing could faze me at this moment. I sped to Greg's apartment complex and hopped out right a-fucking-way. I banged on his door hard as hell, with the butt of my gun. I kicked on the door hard as fuck, when he didn't answer quickly enough.
"Julius, what the fu" He answered the door, and I immediately pressed a gun between his eyes.
"Where is my girl?" I asked through gritted teeth, as I backed him into his apartment. I kicked the door closed with my foot so no nosey neighbors could see.
"Look man, I was just doing my job," he pleaded.
"Where is she Greg? I'm not gone ask again," I said breathing heavily.
"That nigga Frank got her. He took her ass to fucking Troy, Michigan," he spat.
"Nigga, do you really have the nerve to have a fucking attitude with me when you helped this fuck nigga take my bitch?" I frowned in confusion, still holding the gun.
"Hell yeah! What kind of niggas are y'all? Acting all psycho over one little measly bitch! All these hoes out here, and y'all worried about some young ass Natalia!" he yelled.
"You mad ‘cause you never fucked?" I chuckled with the gun still pressed between his eyes.
"Actually, when I kidnapped her, I sucked on her clit and"
POW!
I wasn't about to let this nigga disrespect my woman. My clean-up crew was over in South Carolina, so I had to figure some shit out. I knew I couldn't use Hugo's people, ‘cause they probably didn't fuck with me anymore, just like their boss. Plus, they were probably in on this kidnapping shit anyway.
I ran to the car for some gloves, duct tape, and alcohol wipes. I ran back up and wiped everything down. I shot Greg in the face a couple more times, until he was unrecognizable, then knocked out every one of his teeth. I chopped his fingertips off, and collected it all. I wrapped his body up in some black trash bags that he had in the house, and taped it tight. I took him to my car, and then drove him to a lake to dump him. I took the brick I found in an alley and taped it around his ankle, before dropping him in. I watched him sink to the bottom as I breathed heavily. That was a lot of fucking work, but it was worth it.
I was tired as hell, but went home to book a flight to Michigan. Frank had crossed his boundaries for the last fucking time, and I had let him live one day too long.
Chapter 4: Natalia
I was so happy that Frank rescued me from crazy ass Greg. That was until I tried to have him take me to the airport and he refused. I pulled my phone out, which was thankfully in Jackson's diaper bag, to call Julius, and he tossed my phone out the window.
"Thank you Frank. Oh my gosh," I panted once he pulled away from the curb.
"Of course ma, I wasn't gone stop until I found you," he smiled.
"Well I appreciate that," I said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Can you get me to the Courtyard Hotel?" I asked picking up Jackson's diaper bag.
"For what?" he frowned.
"My flight leaves tomorrow, and that hotel is right by IND airport."
"Nah, we headed somewhere else."
"Frank! No, I have a flight to South Carolina that I need to catch!" I frowned in confusion.
"I don't give a fuck what you had to catch! The plans have changed! Stop trying to run back to that nigga of yours! I'm the one who saved you!" he yelled swerving in and out of his lane.
I pulled out my phone and began to dial Julius, but Frank snatched it from me.
"Frank, give me my phone," I whined as he pulled onto the freeway.
He looked at it, and saw I had Julius cued up on the call screen. He locked it then sat it in his lap.
"What you calling him for? What the fuck you calling him for, when I'm right fuckin’ here!" he yelled so loud, that I looked in the backseat to see if he had woken Jackson.
"Frank,just"
"I'm telling you right now Natalia, get over that nigga. I'm tired of chasing yo’ stubborn ass. If you can't realize that we belong together on your own, then I will just have to force you," he said as he tossed my iPhone out the window.
"No!" I yelled as I watched my phone crack into pieces, and get ran over by the passing cars.
"Now sit tight until we get to our new home," he said placing his gun in his lap for me to see.
I slid down in my seat and let the tears fall down my face. I had to find a way out of this, for my baby and me.
We had finally arrived to Troy, and checked into a hotel room. Frank was really nervous and hoping Julius didn't find him; I was hoping for the opposite.
"Maybe you should let me call him for you?" I offered.
"What the fuck would that do bitch?" he yelled.
"Let him know I'm okay, so he won't come looking for you," I replied.
"He don't even know I have you, so stop trying to make up reasons to call that nigga!" he scowled at me.
"Frank, ple"
WHAM!
He knocked me upside the head with the butt of the gun. I tried to speak again, but everything faded to black.
***
I woke up to the sound of my baby crying his eyes out. My head was pounding, and I felt blood on my forehead. I finally gained enough strength to sit up and open my eyes, after lying there for a couple minutes. I realized I was still in the hotel that Frank brought me to, so this was not some nightmare that I prayed for it to be. I looked over and saw Jackson in his carrier, crying as if he was beyond miserable. Although in pain, I needed to tend to my baby. I couldn't let him suffer just because I was.
"It's okay baby," I said as I picked him up.
I walked over to my baby bag to pull out some diapers, a onesie, and some baby bath wash. I bathed Jackson, put on a fresh diaper, and then breast-fed him until he fell asleep. I laid out his little blanket on the bed, and then lay him face down on it. Tears escaped my eyes, as I silently prayed to get out. Suddenly it hit me that Frank wasn't in the room with me. I immediately grabbed the phone and dialed Julius.
"Come on baby, please pick up," I said to myself, as I bounced my leg nervously.
"Hello?"
"Julius! It's me babe." I cried. Hearing his voice immediately brought on the waterworks.
"Natalia, I'm in Troy baby girl, where are you?"
"I'm at a hotel.. I uh.." I stammered as I searched for something with the name of the hotel on it. I finally found a little postcard with Embassy Suites on it. Frank walked into the door just as I was about to speak. "Embassy Suites," I said to Julius calmly.
"Who the fuck is that?" Frank stormed over to me.
"Yes, do you deliver there?" I asked as if I was ordering take out.
"What?" Julius asked confused. I hoped he soon caught on.
"Yes, Embassy Suites on Tower Drive is where I'm at," I repeated. Come on baby you’re a smart guy; catch on, I said to myself.
"On my way," Julius said, just as Frank snatched the phone.
"Who the fuck was that? I got food," he frowned.
"Well, you've been being so mean to me that I didn't think you had gotten me anything," I replied.
"Well, I did," he spat and shook his head. "Don't make any more calls unless I say it's okay."
"Okay," I nodded. I hoped that Julius was already on his way over here. I wasn't sure how he knew I was in Troy, but I was happy he did.
I got up and headed to the shower. I slowly undressed in the bathroom, as I inspected my head injury. I put my hair up in a tight bun, and then slid in. I let the hot water soothe my sore muscles, as I thought about how far away Julius was from saving me. Right when I turned around to put soap on the towel, I saw F
rank in the shower with me. I jumped back and he flashed an evil smile. I knew I should've locked the door, I thought.
"F-Frank. What are you doing?" I asked backing up a bit.
"You told me after you had the baby, we would make love. So it’s time to pay up," he said walking up and kissing my neck.
"Frank, I don't want to do this," I replied tensing up in his embrace.
"I'm tired of you playing with my fucking emotions Natalia. You’re gonna give me what I want! When you had no fucking where to go, who helped you? Me! I was good to you, and yet you telling me you can't give me no pussy because you love a nigga who don't even love you?" he frowned.
"Frank,I"
"Just once, Natalia, just once," he said staring into my eyes. Don't you open your legs for no other niggas, Julius' words replayed in my mind.
Only thing you could hear in this moment was the sound of the shower water hitting my body. I stared at him wondering how I could get out of this. I was seventeen years old, I didn't know what the hell to do in this type of situation.
"Ca-can we do it on the bed please?"
"Why?" he frowned.
"It's our first time," I replied nervously.
"Let's go right now," he responded sternly.
I walked past him to step out the shower, and he smacked my ass. I froze up because it stung a little, and because I hated his touch. I dried my feet on the towel I laid on the floor prior to showering, and then grabbed another towel to wrap around myself. I looked over my shoulder as I walked out the bathroom, and saw Frank was not right behind me. I heard him rustling in the bathroom, and I knew now was my chance. I quietly grabbed Jackson, and power-walked to the door. I grabbed the handle, and pulled the door open.
"Where the fuck you going!" I heard Frank yell behind me.
I knew at this moment, it was now or never. I gripped Jackson tightly, and sprinted down the hallway. I quickly glanced back and didn't see Frank. I guess he wanted to get dressed first. All I had on was my towel, and that was all I needed in this moment. I pressed the down button about one hundred times, before the elevator finally came.
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