The Streets Have No King

by JaQuavis Coleman

  “I missed you so much,” she said as they hugged each other, followed by a heartfelt kiss. They both were mutually happy to be in each other’s arms. The past week without each other seemed like a lifetime, considering that they had been together every day for the past six months.

  “This past week has been torture for me. I missed your touch.” Moriah laid her head on Basil’s chest, searching for his heartbeat. Basil clutched her tightly and realized that their souls were connected. A wave of sadness overcame him as he thought about the bad news that he was about to break to her.

  “I missed you too, ma,” Basil said as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “This week has been crazy for me too. It’s caused me to change the way I move. The guy I hit was made. Meaning, there is consequences … heavy consequences that came with the bullet I gave him,” Basil explained.

  “I have been watching how my father has been acting and I knew something was going on. Who exactly was that guy?” Moriah asked, trying to get a better understanding of the situation.

  “The guy I hit, name was L.J. He was the son of the Irish gangster Landon McVey. Their entire family comes from a long line of gangsters from Chicago. Landon’s father used to work under Ronald Dermody out of Boston, an infamous hitman with heavy ties. They moved to Michigan in the eighties and started an underground gambling ring. So their connections run deep. And wide; they have connections across the country. Which makes it bad for me and my crew. I didn’t murk just anybody. This mu’fucka was a somebody,” Basil explained as he shook his head in disbelief at the chain of events. He gave Moriah details, repeating the info that Kane had given him earlier that week. He wanted her to understand the magnitude of their situation.

  “Damn,” Moriah whispered, being streetwise enough to know what type of problem that Basil had on his hands.

  “Yeah, it’s nothing I can’t handle, though. But I have to move strategic. I have to take off for a while until things calm down and we get a full clear view of the board, feel me?” Basil said as he released her and walked toward the window. He was deeply pained that he was leaving Moriah. He had never met a woman like her and their connection was something that he had never experienced in his life.

  “I understand,” Moriah said as she dropped her head, knowing that she couldn’t do anything to change his decision. She knew it was the right thing to do. She felt slightly guilty, knowing that the only reason they were in the Irish district was the fact that they had to hide their love for each another.

  “Kane is like … he’s like a father to me. If he finds out about us, he would never forgive me. He told me on countless nights how you were his precious gem. He doesn’t want you anywhere near the streets or anybody involved in it. And what did I do? I fell in love with you,” Basil said as he gazed at the lit-up skyline. “We can’t do this anymore,” he added, as he dropped his head in sadness. What he was saying was difficult, but he knew that it was necessary. He was playing with fire and being disloyal to the one man whom he had the most loyalty to. He kept replaying the conversation that he’d had with Kane during their walk. Kane had emphasized, We are family. Basil kept hearing his voice and remembering the deep sincerity in his eyes. He knew that Kane truly looked at him as family. Basil had fallen weak to a woman who was off-limits and she had a strong grip on him. It pained him, but he understood deep inside that he had to let her go. He felt a pain in his heart that he had never felt before.

  “Mo, we can’t do this anymore. It isn’t right. I’m so sorry but it has to be over. It has to be…” Basil shook his head. “I love you,” he whispered for the first time to her. He placed his hand on the window and leaned slightly, using it to balance him; somehow hoping that the window could help him with the weight of the world, which seemed to be on his shoulders. The words he had spoken were crushing to Moriah and Basil both. But they knew that this moment was inevitable. They were not meant to be together. It was wrong on so many levels.

  Something was telling Moriah that this would be the last time she’d see Basil for a while. As she slowly approached him, she began to silently cry. Tears fell down her face as she stood behind him. She rested her head on his back and wrapped her hands snugly around his body. She hugged tightly as the smell of his cologne heightened her senses. She closed her watery eyes and cherished the moment. Moriah couldn’t see it, but Basil had dropped a single tear, knowing what was to come. The pain was too much to bear. He hadn’t cried since he was a little boy. He had to say goodbye to his soul mate. He slowly turned around and they now faced each other, both of them seeing the other one’s pain.

  “I love you too, Basil,” Moriah said as she reached up and gently cupped his cheeks. She kissed him and Basil wrapped his hands around her lower back. The more they got into the kiss, the lower Basil’s hands got, and they eventually landed on Moriah’s backside. Each one of Basil’s hands gripped a cheek and he began to caress them while pulling her closer, causing Moriah to moan. She felt her clitoris pulsate, thinking about Basil’s masterful stroke. She felt his member beginning to grow against her. Still kissing, Basil slowly walked her to the bed.

  Basil gently pushed her onto the bed. Moriah hurriedly pulled off her coat and pulled up her dress, exposing that she wore no panties. Basil looked down and saw that she was freshly shaven and her glazed lips were shining and noticeably soaked. Her small, erect clitoris peeked out of her lips. Moriah reached down with her fingers and slowly spread her lips, exposing her pinkness to Basil. Basil just stared and admired, wanting to remember every moment because it would be his last.

  He pulled off his shirt and slowly dropped to his knees. He reached onto the bed and pulled Moriah closer to him so that her pelvis barely hung off its edge. He then put his hands behind her knees, firmly holding her legs in the air. Her ebony-colored, plump peach sat perfectly in front of his face and he could see her womb contracting in and out. She threw her head back and moaned in anticipation. She couldn’t wait to feel his tongue on her. Basil took his time and made her wait. He studied her lovebox carefully as if he were a surgeon about to perform a precise operation. He slowly kissed around her clitoris, knowing exactly what he was doing. He kissed everywhere but where she desired him to. Moriah began to squirm, moving her hips in a circular motion, as she began to rub her nipples in ecstasy.

  “Please, please, Basil. Suck it,” she begged.

  “Nah…,” Basil said in between the strategic kisses to her inner thighs.

  “Please, baby. Please,” she pleaded again, but in a whiny voice. She was feigning for his tongue. At that point, her clitoris was almost twice its normal size and it felt like it had a heartbeat in it. She had never wanted to be touched or licked so badly. Basil was driving her to the edge of insanity. She felt her wetness drip down and fall into her asshole. She propped her pelvis up even more by sliding down slightly. Her entire ass was hanging off the bed as Basil’s strong hands held her up in the air. Basil watched her squirm as she bit her bottom lip and pulled her nipples. He knew that she was ready. He attacked her box with his mouth and slowly began to suck on her clitoris. He wrapped his lips around it while moving his head in and out. He then began to flick his tongue across her clitoris and then down into her opening and repeated this for five minutes straight. Moriah was totally turned on and felt an orgasm approaching. Her entire body began to shake and she aggressively put her hand on the back of Basil’s head and sat up and looked down so she could see him in action. Moriah pushed Basil’s face into her lovebox so hard that he couldn’t breathe and she began to grind against his face rapidly. She moaned loudly while staring down at him. She felt herself beginning to explode as she panted heavily and her mouth was wide open. Grunts and sounds that she never heard before came from the pit of her stomach and out of her mouth as she began to orgasm and jerk sporadically.

  Basil slowly let her shaking legs down and stood. Moriah’s body quivered as she scooted onto the middle of the bed. She spread her legs open as she began to rub herself, ready to
orgasm again. Basil began to remove his clothes. He pulled down his boxer briefs and his rock-hard pole popped out, pointing directly at Moriah as she waited in anticipation. A heavy vein ran down the center of his thickness and the sight alone made Moriah whimper. Basil climbed onto the bed and onto his knees as he hovered over the love of his life. They locked eyes and gazed into one another’s soul as they both smiled at the same time. Moriah dropped a tear while smiling widely. Basil wiped her tear away with one hand and with the other slowly slid into her wetness, causing her back to arch and her mouth to open. Basil began to rock back and forth while never breaking eye contact with her. He took his time as he inched his way deep inside of her, filling her up. He slowly drove in and out of her. Every time he plunged, he wiggled his hips as if he were dancing inside of her. It was driving her completely insane as she placed her hands on his tight buttocks, digging her nails deep into him with each stroke.

  “I love you from the bottom of my heart, Mo. You’re always my girl,” Basil said as he stroked her with authority and precision.

  In.

  Circles.

  Out.

  In.

  Circles.

  Out.

  Basil was erect to his fullest potential as he tried his best to satisfy Mo. His ball sack hit her other hole with every stroke and the wet smacking noise sounded each time he dove in. The sound itself drove Basil wild as he licked his lips in excitement. They traded “I love you’s” for twenty minutes as Basil stayed consistent and strong the whole time. He ran his fingers through her dreadlocks and kissed her softly as he put his game down. He felt himself begin to climax and sped up his thrusting and spread his legs wider, attempting to get even deeper inside of her.

  “I about to come,” he announced as he closed his eyes and dug deep.

  “Me too, baby. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” Moriah yelled as she smacked his ass and helped him plunge harder into her.

  “Ahhhhhh!” she yelled as she exploded on him, her inner walls contracting so rapidly that it sent him over the edge. He then released a walnut-size load deep inside of her. He grunted loudly as his entire body tensed up and veins began to bulge out of his neck and temple. He fell on top of her and their sweaty bodies seemed to melt into one another. They both just laid there for an entire minute, saying nothing. Just deep breathing and body rubs. After he caught his breath, Basil moved to pull his semi-erect tool out of her, but she hugged him and pulled him closer.

  “Just stay in,” she whispered, not wanting it to be over. Basil paused and he followed her command. He stayed inside of her and they slowly began to grind on each other until he was fully erect again. They took their time and made love the entire night, while enjoying each other’s company, savoring every precious second. This was their final goodbye … so they thought.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  You got all of these hitters and scared to use them.

  —LIL NOAH

  Basil slowly opened his eyes and looked over at Moriah’s naked body as she slept peacefully. Her face was partially buried in the white fluffy pillow. Basil smiled as he admired her beauty, while slyly sliding out of the bed. He tried his best not to wake her as he stood up and stared down at the love of his life. The sun’s rays peeked through the blinds; it was the crack of dawn on the day of his departure from the only place he ever called home. He showered and slipped on his clothes and headed out without a sound, but not before he gave Moriah a kiss on the forehead and whispered that he loved her. With that, he was out of the door and on the highway heading to Flint to take care of a few loose ends. He was set to leave for Miami later that evening, so he had to make sure his affairs were in order.

  His first stop was in the Regency projects to check on his soldiers, Lil Noah in particular. Basil pulled into the gates and drove to the rear of the projects, where Lil Noah usually set up shop and monitored the operation. He parked in the lot of the vacant apartment building and just as expected, Lil Noah was on the stoop with about five other guys. Basil stepped out of his Range Rover, neatly dressed in his Italian-cut slacks and crisp white button-down shirt that tightly hugged his body, showing off his athletic physique. His snakeskin, black leather Hermès belt wrapped around his waist tightly. He looked like a Wall Street broker on a lunch break. The only thing that gave him away was the chrome pistol handle that was tucked snugly in the small of his back. Basil’s expensive red-bottom loafers hit the pavement and all eyes were on him. His new stylish look was a far cry from what he had once been. His legend only grew with his upgraded appearance and everybody respected the young king. Basil hopped out and walked up to the stoop, joining his team. Everyone immediately showed respect and slapped hands with him, including Lil Noah. The man who gave them a pipeline to the riches was present, so their gratitude was unmistakable.

  “Yo, what’s up, family? Let’s go talk in my office,” Basil said as he locked hands with his head street general.

  “Absolutely,” Lil Noah said as he stood up and stepped off the stoop. Lil Noah held both of his pinky fingers to his mouth and blew as hard as he could, causing a loud whistle to echo through the air. He looked up at the top of the building, where two men stood with sniper rifles, acting as lookout boys and the first line of defense as they looked through the scopes, patrolling the projects. They quickly put their guns down and began to walk to the stairs. The roof was Basil’s office and the boss was home. Basil looked up and watched as the two men disappeared from the rooftop.

  “Let’s go up, fam,” Lil Noah said as he headed to the fire escape so that they could climb up. Basil and Lil Noah made their way up to the rooftop and they both stood at the edge, looking out over the projects.

  “I still don’t see why you have to go down south, bruh. We can bring it to them Irish mu’fuckas. You see that?” Lil Noah said as he waved his hands over the projects. “We all riding for you at the drop of a dime. You the king of this. You! Why won’t you push that button and show the muscle that you have? You got all of these hitters and scared to use them,” Lil Noah said as he patted his waist where his gun was tucked.

  “Nah, kid, I aint scared of nothing. Trust that. However, what’s the good in starting a street war? Blood is going to spill and that’s going to bring nothing but the feds and indictments. Which will lead to niggas like you getting football numbers in prison. And when the heat is on … I’m going to do what I should have done in the beginning. Go down south and lay low. I can’t put my soldiers in harm’s way like that. I have to be smarter than that. So I’ll just skip the drama and lay low until things calm down. Plus, on top of that, no money can be made if y’all worried about shooting at niggas and getting shot at,” Basil said, explaining the logic in his moves. The way he broke it down, it made total sense to his young general. He was ready to go to war, but understood how it could be harmful.

  “I see,” Lil Noah admitted as he nodded his head in agreement.

  “Just because I’m gone away doesn’t mean the show stops. This is still a well-oiled machine. I will still set up the work to be brought in on the twenty-eighth of every month. The only difference is that I will be making the plays from afar. Nothing changes, got it?” Basil ordered as he slid both of his hands into his pockets and looked Lil Noah in the eyes, establishing his weightiness. “You don’t have to worry about anything. I’m going to hold it down and make sure shit run smoothly. You already laid the blueprint for this thing to run as designed.”

  “True. True,” Basil said; he trusted the work that he’d put in to get them this far.

  “What about them north side niggas? They been coming through here trying to cop,” Lil Noah said, updating him on the latest.

  “Nah, that’s Boone’s crew. Let them niggas stay at that side. I ain’t fucking with Boone like that,” Basil said, sticking to his guns on his decision not to do business with Boone. He thought about all of the intel he had got from Viv about her grimy cousin. He had a funny feeling about Boone and didn’t want to mix his new connections
with him.

  “You sure? He was talking about copping ten. Plus, he wasn’t asking for a discount. He was willing to pay the full yard,” Lil Noah pleaded, as he thought about the money and the money only.

  “What the fuck did I say?” Basil said sternly as he looked at Lil Noah with piercing eyes. He never went against his gut feeling and he wanted to make that clear. “Do you work for me … or is it the other way around?” Basil asked through clenched teeth, noticeably agitated by Lil Noah’s persistence.

  “I got you, boss man,” Lil Noah said as he put both of his hands up.

  “Good. Good,” Basil said as he lightened his demeanor. He adjusted his cuff links and continued to debrief Lil Noah. “Viv is still going to do the pickups and drop-offs of the bricks. Every week drop her off my cut as usual and I’ll take the rest up with her.”