by Styles, T.
His response did tug at Cray’s sensitive side a little, but it was also too soft to be taken seriously especially in front of the men.
“Not good enough.” He told him coldly. “Break his arms and legs and throw him in the pool.”
“You gonna drown me?! Just shoot me, Cray. I’m scared of the water! Please. You know that.”
His pleas were hard for Cray to hear.
“Break his legs and throw him inside!”
“Cray, please! Let me have a better death than this. Give me a soldier’s death, man!”
Devon smiled when the orders were given. It did his heart good to know his cousin was a beast in these streets.
Not wasting time, Jinx grabbed Jason’s right arm while Vic stood over him with the gun to his dome. Devon stood over top of him and cracked his left arm by stomping on it with his boot.
Crack.
“Awwwww shit!” Jason screamed.
Left arm.
Crack.
When Devon was done he cracked both of his legs and Jason continued to scream in pain.
Once all his limbs were broken, they put him on the poolside. Cray walked over to him and stared down at him. It hurt him to do this, but he had to. Jason needed to be the example of what would happen, if he was crossed.
“Since you wanna be a jelly fish, wit no back bone, swim like one.” Cray said. “Throw his ass in.”
With that they threw him in, and watched him fight for his life until he drowned.
Blunt
West Bmore
Master Plan
Blunt had a mission and it was simple. He had to send a strong message to Charm courtesy of the Kings. Despite their threats, Charm was still running around town telling people he couldn’t be touched. So he had to show him that he could.
Placing a ski mask over his face, he walked to a cute little brick house in a residential community in Baltimore county. With his identity concealed, he walked to the back of a house, and knelt down next to a window leading to the basement. The lights were out. It was just what he wanted. When he was sure no one was watching, he removed the screen from the window, took a stone off their lawn and smashed the glass. He waited several minutes to be sure no one was coming or that an alarm didn’t sound.
With the coast clear, he pushed his slender frame through the window until he landed on a couch. Then he paused…looked around, and stepped off the couch. Slowly he crept up the steps leading from the basement. When the basement door opened, he moved into the living room cautiously. He hoped Charm’s wife was there so he could kidnap her as planned. Walking further inside, he still hadn’t spotted her. The lights were dim and the television was on but still know signs of her.
But when he bent another hallway, and looked to the left, she was right before him. To be thick she looked sexy in her yellow fitted pajama pants and tight yellow t-shirt. If she acted right, maybe he’d fuck her before they left.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” she screamed running the opposite way.
“I see I’m in for a long night,” he said out loud.
He could tell the moment he looked into her eyes that she would be up for a fight.
He ran up behind her, caught her and knocked her to the wooden floor pressing his body against hers. She was strong and ready to fight.
“I’ma bout to kick ya ass! You came in the wrong bitch’s house!” she told him.
“You betta calm down for I murder your fuckin’ ass!”
She ignored him and moved vigorously until she was finally able to turn around and look him in the eyes. Face up, she managed to free a hand and she used it to steal the fuck out of his face.
He hit her back like she was a man.
“Is that all you got nigga?” she asked laughing, licking the blood from the corner of her mouth.
She hit him again, this time cracking the cartilage in his nose.
“Ahhhhhhh!!!” he was pissed.
“I’m done playin’ wit your ass.”
He cocked his arm back and hit her so hard, the bottom tooth flew out his mouth.
“I see you aint’ talkin’ shit now.”
Instead of crying, she laughed harder.
“You must be tryin’ to make me mad.” She continued as she tussled with him.
He tried to reach for his gun in his belt and when he did, she smacked him in his right eye, got away and ran toward a closed door. He knew she was going for a weapon and figured if he didn’t catch her, he’d find out what kind it was. There was no way in he could kidnap her now, he had to kill her.
Luckily he caught her right before she turned the knob. Grabbing her by the throat he squeezed tightly from behind her. Her arms swung widely as she tried her hardest to breathe. When she was weak enough, he watched her eyes close and only then did he release her. She fell to the floor. The kidnap plan didn’t go well. And without a stronger message, Charm would remain on their blocks.
He was on his way out the door to consult with Cray when he heard, “Whannnn….Whannnnnn….Whannnn.”
She was going for her baby. He realized then that the baby would be easier to transport and less confrontational. He stepped over her crazy ass, and opened the bedroom door. In the middle of the room he saw a white crib with gold hearts embedded around it. It was a girl. Removing her from the crib, he turned around and was preparing to leave when she was standing before him.
I knew I shoulda shot this bitch when I had the chance too! He thought.
Whop!
Charm’s wife stole Blunt in his face with the baby in his arms.
He knew right then that there was no way he was getting through that front door with her alive. He could see immediately why Charm made her his wife. She was gangster in every sense of the word.
With the baby in his arms and his gun in the other, he fired. She dropped the moment the bullet pierced her throat.
“I bet you won’t get up now.” He said picking his self up.
Placing the baby back in the crib, he wrote a message on a nearby Post-It pad and pinned it to the baby’s jumper.
It read, ‘Stay off our blocks, or your kid could be next. P.S., you’ve been touched.’
The Kings Of 295
Cancun Mexico
Amigos
“I’m tellin’ you, yo, them niggas was shook!” Cray said as he sat by the poolside, on a lounge chair with Tiara on his lap.
With fake passports in their possession, they bought out suites for all of the lieutenants, and fifty of their best block captains from DC & Baltimore at the Fiesta American Grand Coral Beach. Champagne bottles dressed the outside of the pool and they filled up all of the seats at the wet bar. T.I’s “What You Know”, boomed from the stereo system. And the warm weather was comforting under the night sky.
“Blunt put the murder game down!” Cray continued. “Niggas in B-more shook and Charm moved out of town! Can’t find his ass no where. They know we ain’t fuckin’ around. We run this mothafuckin’ game. Ain’t that right, Ny!”
“Yeah. That’s right.” He responded. Nyzon was out of it. Tiara had his head fucked up.
“That nigga’s bitch was crazy!” Blunt said as he downed ACE champagne right from the bottle. “I had to give it to her though. She was more thorough than a lotta niggas I know. I had to kill her fuckin’ ass!”
“If she was as thorough as you said she was, I coulda gave her ass some work.” Cray laughed palming Tiara’s breasts. There were over sixty people out there and he was treating her like a freak.
“I bet they got the message though.” Royala added lying on the pool bed with her girl Simple. “No doubt they’ll step the fuck off now.”
“That was a good look by grabbin’ yo’s kid.” Cray continued. “That shit was genius!”
As everybody talked about business openly, since they were the only ones in the private pool, Nyzon eyed Tiara. His stomach churned watching another man’s hands all over her.
I’m sorry. She said with her eyes.
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�Hey Ny! Come get in the water man.” Royala said seeing his look. “Nyzon hadn’t told her about them yet, but if anybody could read him, she could.
She knew about their secret romance at Devon’s party. She felt their passion when they were together and hoped that it was all in her mind. It wasn’t.
“Naw…I’m good.” Ny said looking at Tiara. He felt like cracking Cray in his head with a bottle full of champagne.
“You a’ight, man?” Cray asked catching the uncomfortable glance.
Everybody looked in Nyzon’s direction. Cooks, Simon and Blunt turned around from where they sat at the bar.
“Yeah…I got to get somethin’ real quick though. I’ma be back.” He said as Tiara watched him with puppy dog eyes.
She didn’t want to be sitting on Cray’s lap anymore than Nyzon wanted her to. But Nyzon was making it known to her that he couldn’t do the secret lover thing much longer. Something had to give. He had to give her up. She wasn’t his girl and he’d have to deal with the fact.
The Kings resumed their conversation as Nyzon walked toward the beach. The night sky on the blue water appeared to go on forever as he stared at it. How did he get himself into this situation? Once a hater of love, now he wanted nothing more than to be with her all the time. He would’ve given everything up for Tiara and that scared him.
“Nyzon.” Her voice caused him to shake and sounded as beautiful as the ocean’s waves. She had complete control of his soul.
“Man, I’m not feelin’ this nigga puttin’ his hands on you.” Nyzon said seriously turning around. He walked up to her. “I was five seconds from turning my gun on this dude. But that’s my man and you his girl and this shit is fucked up. I wish I neva met you!”
“Don’t’ say that.”
“It’s fuckin’ true! This not a game, Tiara!” He yelled not knowing who to be angry with, himself or her.
“I know.” She said softly. “I wish things could be different.”
“We can’t do this no more. We can’t.”
“Don’t say that, Nyzon. You’re the only reason I’m able to be with him.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If I didn’t have you I wouldn’t be strong enough to deal. And I know he’d come looking for me if I ran away.”
“Something gonna have to give, baby.”
“I know, Nyzon. I love you so much.” She said kissing him. The yellow bathing suit she wore showed her sexy body and all he wanted to do was make love. “Say you won’t leave me.”
“I can’t say that,” he said in between heavy breaths as their lips touched.
“Please, Nyzon. Tell me you won’t leave me.” She kissed him softly on the neck.
“Fuck are you doin’ to me?” he said pushing away from her. “Together, me and that nigga worth millions! I don’t even know if this shit is worth it. Being with you means war.”
She walked up to him and grabbed his hand placing it on her perky breasts.
“Am I worth it?”
Silence.
“I hope you are. ‘Cause I’m in too deep.”
“You don’t know how hard I been tryin’ to get away from him!”
“How did you?” he asked looking toward the pool only to see the Kings loud talking and doing cannonballs in the water.
“Yolanda asked him to play Marco Polo with her and Felecia and he went for it.”
“She know about us?”
“No. I’m afraid to tell anybody.”
“Good.” He said kissing her again as they walked further out of view. “I got to think things through, but I know I can’t stand you not being in my life.”
“And I can’t stand not being in it.”
When they walked far enough away, they made love on the beach with the beautiful Cancun sky as their witness. There love was one that would last, at least they hoped.
Tiara Cartier
Owings Mills, MD
I Put A Spell on you cause you are mine
Tiara stood in the kitchen singing as she cleaned the dishes by hand since that’s the way Cray preferred them to be done. The dishwasher hadn’t been used since they moved in. As the water ran over her skin she thought about the way Nyzon licked her entire body in Mexico on the beach. She smiled and stopped washing dishes. Rinsing her hands off, she lifted her skirt and reached between her legs. Biting her bottom lip softly, she shrilled with pleasure as she fingered her wet mound. The water had been running for a minute and was just about to spill out onto the floor.
“You aight?”
Chills ran through her body when she turned around and saw Cray standing in the kitchen.
She pulled her skirt down and faced him. Thinking he could see her unfaithfulness, she got nervous and ignored the water spilling everywhere. He walked up to her and looked into her eyes. When he reached up, she flinched thinking he was about to hit her. Instead, he reached around her and turned the water off.
“Fuck you so happy for?” He stepped away and opened the fridge, drank orange juice out of the container and stared her down.
Tiara tried to wipe the thoughts of Nyzon out of her mind but as long as she thought about Ny it was difficult to think straight.
“No reason…just happy to be alive.” She grabbed the mop and began to clean the floor.
“I never got a chance to ask you if you was feelin’ Cancun.”
“It was nice.” Another smile popped up and Cray saw it.
“Oh yeah? What you like about it most?”
“The people. They’re nice.”
Something was up with Tiara and it bothered him. She hadn’t been this happy since her father was alive. Brief thoughts of what Jason said entered his mind. Was something going on with his right hand man and his woman afterall? He pushed that thought out of his mind after realizing wasn’t another nigga alive like him. Tiara loved him because he was in control. And in his mind, he hadn’t changed a bit. Still, he wanted to be sure.
“Look…Tiara, I been fuckin’ up cause I ain’t been treatin’ you right.”
“That’s not true.” She lied. “You treat me good, baby.
“Tiara, you know that ain’t true, but I’ma change. No more disrespecting’ you wit bringin’ bitches in our house or any of that shit. I been lettin’ this dough get to my head and I’m wrong. I’ma start bein’ home more and doin’ right by you.”
Tiara was stunned. If he was at home more, that meant she’d have to see Nyzon less. And she needed him.
And if that wasn’t enough, he hit her with, “I love you, Tiara.” He hadn’t said those words in forever. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Don’t ever leave me. You the best thing about me.”
Her head dropped.
“I…I’m happy.”
“Stop lyin’, baby. I was supposed to take care of you when your father died, and I didn’t. Let me do right by you. Let me treat you how you’re supposed to be treated. Your father raised a woman who deserves to be respected. You not out here like some of these bitches who be sleepin’ around smuttin’ themselves out.”
Her stomach churned.
“You’re wifey material all the way and I’m sorry for not realizing it.” He placed both hands on the sides of her face and kissed her lips softly. The same lips that had been wrapped around Nyzon’s dick earlier that day.
What was she doing?
Cray was right. Her father didn’t raise her to be a whore. And sharing her body with Cray and Nyzon at the same time was doing just that. She wasn’t even trying to make it work with the man who took her in when her father died. She owed him her life.
Cray wrapped his arms around her and she fell into his chest. Perhaps if she had been a better woman, Cray would’ve never stepped out on her. She needed to end things with Nyzon and she knew it would be hard. Little did she know that Cray smiled as she cried, realizing she was under his spell. Once again.
Cray and Nyzon
295 Parkway
The Thick
Cray w
as driving a new black 07’ Maserati Quattroporte as he and Nyzon cruised down the road on the way to DC. There was a lot going on with the cops and for some reason, they were targeting all of their shops.
“The cops been fuckin’ wit us hard, dude.” Nyzon said smoking a blunt. “I think Kirk Bowler’s bitch ass tryin’ to become mayor by sacrificing’ us.”
“I know. So what’s the plan?”
“The main problem is the re-up and not havin’ nothin’ on our folks when they raid and start locking’ niggas up. And some of these block niggas singin’ like birds when they get caught. So I’m bringin’ this dog trainer in from Kansas to come out and…”
“A dog trainer?” Cray said cutting him off as he passed a tractor trailer. “We got problems wit the cops and you bringin’ in dog trainers?”
“Hear me out. This nigga can train a dog so good, they can understand commands based on hand signals. With them dogs we can attach the re-up around their necks with these pouches Crackhead Tina gonna make. When somebody want somethin’, we’ll have a dog not too far away ready. The thing is, the dogs will break the moment the cops come through and nobody will get caught with nothin’ on em. I’m tellin’ you Cray, the shit is genius. We’ll just have one person near the stash to restock the dogs. And you ain’t catchin’ no dog. Trust me.”
“So how you get the dogs back? And what if somebody tries to take the re-up from around their necks?”
Nyzon laughed. “Did I forget to mention these dogs are killas? If somebody tries to take our product the dogs don’t recognize, it’s a wrap.”
Cray liked it. In fact, he loved the idea.
“It may work. But you could kill the dog.”
“And we’ll get another one.”
“I see. I see. Has it flaws but it’s good.”
“You B-more niggas hate to give a nigga credit.”
