Cuffed By A Kingpin 2

by Heiress

  “Yuh dumb trick. Yuh tink mi did gaan let yuh walk away from dis untouched?” I barked, throwing punch after punch. I got a good grip of her thick weave and swung her to the ground. I stood over her throwing blows like a windmill.

  “You dead, you little bitch. Compton will never love you as much as he loves me!” she shouted, slapping me across the face. She got a few hits in, but I didn’t let her get the best of me. Somehow, she tripped me, and I fell on my back. She got up and attempted to kick me in my stomach, but I moved, and she hit my side. I could hear the doors slamming, and I knew Momma Banks, and they were on their way.

  “Bitch I know you ain’t just try and kick my grandbaby!” Momma Banks shouted, charging towards Monique. She would have gotten to her, but she ran into the house and slammed the door.

  “Yea, you better run! Scary ass bitch!” Missy shouted, banging on the door. Momma Banks came over to help me up. My face and back were hurting but other than that; I felt good. “You good, Cali? She asked.

  “Never better!” I responded, walking swiftly over to the car. I popped the truck and searched for an object to use. When I spotted a bat, I grabbed it and grinned. “He fucked over the wrong Jamaican girl,” I mumbled to myself. At that moment I turned into Beyoncé. Her Hold Up record played in my head and I envisioned I was her. Skipping over to his green Ferrari, I took a swing at it and busted his headlights with a smile on my face.

  “That’s what I’m talking about daughter in law. Fuck his shit up!” Momma Banks cheered me on. I took a few more swings at his hood and then I shattered his windshield.

  “You left me for her? Okay. Cool. You can have her, but I bet you won’t be driving her around. You better walk her on a leash like the bitch she is!” I yelled out, swinging at his back windows. The entire time I smiled like a crazy person. I took out all of my emotions on all four of his cars. They were all special to him, but I wanted the big boy.

  When I heard the police sirens, I stopped my little rage parade. “Cali girl get your ass in the car. We got to go,” Missy told me.

  I tossed the bat over my shoulder and headed towards the car. “Everybody know that you never call the police! Stupid hoe!” I spat, jumping into the back seat. Laughing our asses off, we pulled out of the driveway and went the opposite way of the sirens. “I can’t believe I just helped you beat up my son’s girlfriend and wreck his cars. His daddy gone kill me.” She chuckled.

  “Can you stop at the store so I can get some bags of jolly ranchers?” I asked.

  Both Missy and Momma Banks looked at me confused. “Jolly ranchers?” they both quizzed.

  “For what?” Missy asked.

  “Oh you’ll see. Missy call Snoop and find out where Compton is,” I told her. If they thought I was done, they were mistaken. The petty revenge had just begun. After today, there will be no more, Compton. He was dead to me.

  CHAPTER 3

  COMPTON: HURT BAE

  It was about three in the morning and I was chilling at the strip club. You know you fucked up in the head when you stay at the strip joint all night long. I had to get my mind together about some shit. Snoop and a few of my niggas were drunk off they asses right along with me. A nigga couldn’t even stand up straight. Men like me don’t wallow in their feelings like a sad ass puppy. We get fucked up, have sex with a random bitch and acted like yesterday never happened. That’s exactly what I planned to do.

  “Damn man- I’m fucked up,” Snoop commented beside me. He was slouched over in the chair with ass all in his face. I think he had more than I did. “Tee gone be on my ass when I get home.”

  “You good bro. Just blame it on me,” I told him.

  “Oh, you damn right I’m blaming it on you. You the one who got me into this shit. Choosing Hoenique over Cali. I can’t even see all this ass in my face due to this Henny.” He chuckled and I burst out laughing. I haven’t been this fucked up since our senior year graduation. That night was like a movie. We woke up the next morning not knowing where the fuck we were, or what happened the night before.

  “Am I getting your mind off your bad day, Daddy?” Black Diamond asked me while twerking her ass in my lap. She was one of my best strippers next to Monique.

  “Yea, you doing the damn thing. Shit would be better if you come home with me. I got a bad bitch waiting in the bed that we can both enjoy,” I whispered in her ear, grabbing a handful of her pussy. That shit was wet as fuck.

  “It would be an honor, Daddy,” she moaned into my ear. Without saying another word, I stood up with my hand wrapped around her small waist.

  “Aye’, Snoop I’m out!” I hollered over the load music. He was too busy trying to figure out who ass was in his face. I had told Monique to stay up in case I brought a bitch home for us to play with. She couldn’t wait which is probably why she was blowing up my phone. The crazy thing about this entire situation was that I was still thinking about Cali. Since day one, she had never left my thoughts.

  “Wa-Wait my nigga. Take me home. I can’t drive for shit and I ain’t leaving my life in these niggas hands,” he slurred, trying to stand up. He almost fell but one of my strippers helped him up.

  “Lil’ Momma come help this nigga to the car,” I told the stripper he was with. I walked towards the door and all my niggas were behind me. We were chopping it and laughing about random shit when my phone rang again. I pulled it out my pocket and it was Monique. “Damn, baby, I’m on my way home now. I know you want the dick but God-,”

  “Your wife is a dead bitch!” she barked into the phone, cutting me off.

  “Girl what shit you on right now? Why you yelling and-,”

  “She tried to jump me! I swear I’m pulling the trigger on that hoe on sight!” she shouted again.

  “First off, calm ya’ ass down. You talking out the side of ya’ neck right now. You ain’t gone do shit to my wife. Cali don’t even get down like that so why you bullshitting? You blowing a nigga buzz right now, fa’ real-” I paused once I got to the parking lot. “What the fuck?” I quizzed, analyzing my whip.

  “Bruh are those jolly ranchers on ya’ windows?” Snoop noticed before he burst out laughing. “Damn, C. What gay fruity ass taste the rainbow nigga did you piss off?” he kidded, laughing along with my niggas.

  I reached my hand out and tried to peel the candy off and the unthinkable happened. My entire window shattered. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I barked, feeling pissed as fuck. “Who the hell did this shit?” I quizzed, grabbing my burner from my hip.

  “I did!” I heard a familiar voice say behind me. When I turned around, I was staring Cali in the eyes. She had a bat in her hand and she was twirling it around with a smile. “Oh, I guess you move on fast huh? First, me then your ex-girlfriend and now this hoe.” She sized Black Diamond up.

  “Bitch who the fuck do you think you-,” Black Diamond started but she could barely finished her sentence before Cali interrupted her.

  “I’m his wife and so I suggest you lower your tone before you become next on my hit list,” Cali quipped with a sinister grin.

  “Cali what the hell is wrong with you? You fucking up my whip and shit. That’s not you lil’ momma. I don’t know who done influenced you to become this crazy bitch but you need to chill out. We both fucked up!” I snapped.

  “No you fucked up,” she yelled, rushing over to my whip swinging the bat into my side mirrors. My eyes nearly bucked out my head when I saw her destroying my baby. “You low down dirty dog!” She continued to rough up my ride and I just let her.

  If she was any other bitch, I probably would have shot her ass by now but she was Cali. My Cali. I hurt her and she needed to let it out. Just watching her go all Waiting to Exhale on my ass fucked me up. I made her into this woman and I couldn’t do shit about it.

  Once she was done, she dropped the bat and walked towards me breathing hard. I pulled her into me and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. The minute I touched her, she pushed away from me.

  “No! You don’t get to do that, Compto
n. You don’t get to hold me or touch me. Don’t try and tell me you’re sorry because I already know you a sorry ass nigga. You hurt me, and now you will have to deal with the bitch you created!” she snapped, pushing past me.

  I turned on my heels and watched her walk away. This shit wasn’t gone ever end. The feeling of wanting to go after her but too stubborn not too. I just had to leave it alone. After today, I made my choice, and I was gone have to deal with that shit like a man.

  Regardless if I was wrong or right.

  Weeks later…

  Stretching my arms, I yawned as I woke up from my sleep. I kept hearing loud noises coming from outside my bedroom door. Throwing my legs over my bed, I slipped my feet into my Gucci slippers. Reaching into my briefs, I pushed down my stiff dick which seemed to be wide awake, while I was still half sleep. I looked around for Monique, and I was surprised she wasn’t in the room. Usually, she would have been choking a nigga in his sleep. She kept a tight hold on when we slept as if she thought a nigga was gone leave again.

  “Mo’!” I yelled, opening up my bedroom door and walking out into the hallway. My brows frowned when I saw all new furniture in my place. Monique and a few movers were in my crib moving shit and taking shit out. They didn’t even know they were in danger at this point. “What the fuck is this?” I quizzed, making my presence known.

  “Baby now before you go off, I have a reason for all this,” Monique started, walking towards me.

  “Well, you better speak the fuck up and let me know why you got movers in here scuffing up my floors,” I barked, grabbing my gun from underneath the hall table. I had guns stashed everywhere in my crib. “Matter of fact, everybody get the fuck out.” I held my gun at my side, but they seemed to ignore me as if I didn’t just say shit. Seeing that I was being ignored, I raised my gun to the ceiling and pulled the trigger.

  POW!

  The Mexican niggas in my house screamed like bitches. “Y’all niggas don’t speak English? I said get out my crib before I give everybody body bags!” I shouted. I guess they heard that loud and clear because they start scattering like roaches. I walked outside making sure they were leaving. I took one look at my lawn and almost lost it.

  “Man- what the fuck? Mo’! Get ya’ ass out here,” I shouted. She came rushing behind me looking shook as hell. “What baby?”

  “Don’t what baby me. Look at my damn grass. It’s all fucked up. This grass was imported from fucking Australia. This foreign grass. This the grass that’s greener on the other side. How the hell you let them mess this up?” I quizzed, pissed.

  “Baby would you chill out. We can buy more grass. It’s just grass,” she had the nerve to say.

  “What about my hand carved wood floors. Slaves carved that shit from Africa baby. Africa. You gone buy me some more of that too,” I shot back, walking back into the crib. She followed me, shutting the door behind us.

  “Look, Compton baby I was trying to make the house look nice for us. We’re starting a new chapter, and this décor just wasn’t cutting it. Who picked this out anyway, Your momma?”

  “Actually, Cali redecorated and to be honest I liked it. This shit you got in here look like some girly shit,” I said, glancing around my living room. She had a flowery couch in the room, and when I saw that, I was completely done. “Is them roses?” I quizzed, turning up my face.

  “It’s called floral, and I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say what you said about, Cali.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. Ever since the fight, she had it out for Cali. I had to check her a few times because she constantly disrespected her and that’s one thing I wasn’t gone allow her to do.

  “Well shit, I’ll say it louder. I LIKED CALI’S SHIT BETTER THAN THIS! Did you hear me then?” Placing my gun on the table, I walked away from her. When Monique and I was together back in the day, it was everything, Now all she did was get on my nerves. She wasn’t the same Monique to me. We weren’t cool like we used to be. We started off as best friends, and now it was just bomb ass sex between us. Ever since I took her back, the connection didn’t seem to be there anymore.

  I walked into my bathroom and started the shower. I could hear footsteps coming up from behind me. “Compton, I won’t apologize for trying to make this place into our home again. You let that bitch come-,”

  “Aye watch ya’ mouth,” I warned her, glancing over my shoulder. We may not have been together, but she wasn’t gone disrespect Cali in front of me. “Let that be the last time you call her out her name.”

  “See? You keep taking up for her. I didn’t get back in this relationship to compete for my spot. The spot is mine, and I earned it.”

  “Mo’ gone with the bullshit. You my girl now but that doesn’t make my ways change. I’m still gone be me, and you should know I’m always one hunnid. You ain’t never got to worry about me not being honest with you,” I told her straight up. I shouldn’t even have to explain this shit to Mo’. She knew me.

  “Okay well how about you lie to me then because I don’t want to know about, Cali. Matter of fact, her name shouldn’t even be mentioned in this house. The bed probably should be burned. Maybe we should just move into another house altogether. This house has too many bad memories of us and obviously good ones with you and her.”

  I shot her the side eye as I got undressed. I opened the glass door and stepped into the shower. “Mo’ first off, chill the fuck out. You too busy worrying about, Cali. You the one I chose, so be happy with that. Gloat and bask in the victory of getting me back,” I joked, but she ain’t find it funny.

  “Well since you being so honest, have you fucked her since we got back together? Or have you thinking about fucking her?” I knew she was gone ask this question and I was gone be completely honest. As always.

  “Nah we ain’t fucked since I got back with you. I tried to, but she wouldn’t give it up,” I admitted, truthfully. “I did have a dream about her ass last night though. Woke up brick as a mutha’ fucka’ too,” I kidded, laughing. She swung open the door and started hitting me in the arm. I couldn’t do nothing but laugh. “Mo’ chill out man I’m just playing.” I chuckled, pulling her into the shower with me. Her clothes and shit got wet, but I didn’t even care.

  “Ugggh, Compton you’re getting my damn hair wet. I paid over five hundred for this,” she whined.

  “Five hundred for some hair? Bruh you got to be kidding me. This damn hair better install and style itself for five hundred dollars. I don’t even spend that much on a haircut. Like baby you got to do better fa’ real.”

  “I swear I can’t stand you.” She chuckled, smiling.

  “Listen, I got to rap to you about something,” I started, slowly undressing her out of her wet clothes. “This shit we got going on, you can’t tell nobody.”

  If looks could kill, I would be a dead man standing right now. The way Monique was glaring at me, I just knew she was about to pop off. “And why the hell not?” she quizzed, folding her arms across her chest.

  “It’s a long story and to be honest, it ain’t none of your business. Just know it’s for your safety,” I told her.

  “You sure it’s for my safety and not, Cali’s?” she quizzed. In the back of my mind, I wondered why she would even say that. It was as if she knew it was for Cali’s safety. Wasn’t nobody after Monique’s ass.

  “See there you go thinking about her ass again. I ain’t gone keep-,”

  “Then tell me why we can’t tell people were together. I didn’t get back with you so I could be your little secret, Compton,” she sassed, waiting on a clear and truthful answer. Too bad she wasn't gone get either. This was one thing I was willing to lie about.

  “Shit in the streets are crazy right now. This beef is getting too deep and I ain’t trying to have you in the crossfire. You know if they know we together, they gone come after you to get to me. You know how this street shit work,” I partially lied. I would say anything right about now to get off this subject. I just needed to make sure she ain’t run her
mouth and let nobody know we a couple again. No one needed to know outside my family and friends.

  “Yea, I guess you right,” she agreed, rubbing her hands down my chest.

  “So you gone keep that mouth shut?” I asked clarity.

  “Nope. If it stays shut then how is your dick going to be in it?” she seductively spoke, reaching down to my now rising member. I bit my lip when she began massaging my tip with her soft hands. I swear she went to college for dickology. She could use anything to make a nigga feel good. Her hands, mouth, pussy, feet, and even the back of her knees. Yea, I said the back of her knees. She was that good at it.

  “Shit, don’t tease a nigga. Let me see what that mouth do,” I told her, reaching up and yanking her down to her knees by her hair. Once she was positioned in front of me, there was no stopping her. She became the head hunter and devoured my dick. She could make it disappear easily with no gagging. Placing my hands on the wall, I kept my balance while Monique did her thing.

  Shit her head was the truth.

  CHAPTER 4

  MONIQUE: I’M BACK BITCHEEEEES!

  The sex I just had with Compton was straight on some Xvideos.com shit. If I wasn’t in love with that man, I was definitely in love with his dick. He could fuck me into submission any day. When I finally regained my conscious from being pounded like a dog, I showered and then got dressed. I slipped on my PINK jogging suit and a pair of white chucks. I never dressed this down unless I was going to the club. I was working today.

  “Where you going with that on?” Compton quizzed, sizing my outfit up. I was praying his ass didn’t notice what I had on. He knew that if I was wearing a sweat suit, then I was going to the club. “I know you not going to the club?”

  “That’s exactly where I’m going. and I’m late so can you-,” my words were cut off when he stood in front of me, blocking my way out the door.

  “So you gone still shake ya’ ass for cash? The fuck kind of sense does that make?”