Carl Weber's Kingpins

by C. N. Phillips

  “Fuck,” he heard himself muttering as he slid the panties off. “This pussy is phat as hell.”

  “Mmmm,” she responded and tried to scoot up away from him.

  “Uh-uh,” Tron said, gripping her hips and tossing the covers back. When he looked up at her, he saw that she was covering her face with her arms. “Move them out the way. You can’t be shy now.”

  The second he could see her beauty again, he dove in tongue first. Her shaved pussy tasted as sweet as it looked. He licked and sucked on her clit until she clawed at his arms, but still, he didn’t stop. Using one of his fingers, he slid it in and out of her tight opening as he sucked.

  “Tron!” she whimpered loudly. “I don’t know what this feeling is. Troooon!”

  She grabbed fistfuls of his locs in her hands and arched her back deeply. He felt her clit jump ferociously in his mouth, and her back arched deeply as he brought her to her first screaming orgasm. It lasted about twenty seconds before her body relaxed again. He kissed her inner thighs as her legs quivered and looked up at her face. She had released his hair and had commenced to rubbing her own upper body in between her soft pants. Her eyes found his, and there was a look of lust so powerful in them, Tron knew what time it was. He knew what she wanted, and he was ready to give it to her. It felt like all of his blood had rushed to his erection, and his dick was dying to dive into something wet and warm. Before removing his boxers, Tron grabbed a condom from his nightstand. After putting it on, he repositioned himself so that he was on top of Kleigh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips as he positioned his thick eight inches of hard meat at her opening.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned when he slid the tip up and down the crease of her southern lips, jumping whenever he hit her clit. “Oh, Tron.”

  “It’s gon’ hurt at first, but then it’s gon’ feel good, okay?” Tron told her in between kisses. “You gon’ take it?”

  “Yes,” Kleigh said, and Tron felt her grip on his shoulders tighten.

  He gripped her hips and kissed her jawbone up to her ear so that he could whisper sweet nothings to her as he fought against her tightness. She tensed up when the tip of his dick opened her hole, but she didn’t push him away. In fact, she opened her legs wider to give him more leeway. Tron’s breathing became shallow when he felt how tight and wet she was, and he couldn’t help it; he forced his entrance. He wanted to take it slow, but the beast in him was too thirsty for her loving. Her screams filled his ear, but he soothed her by rubbing her gently with his hands, coaching her through the pain.

  “Feel me,” he said in her ear. “Ignore the pain. We’re one, you and me.”

  It took about eight strokes before he felt her body relax under his, and instantly, her moans of pleasure followed. Tron’s toes curled at the end of the bed because the bliss shooting through him was almost too much to bear.

  “Kleigh,” he whispered and shook his head as he kept deep diving into her ocean. “This pussy feels good as fuck wrapped around my dick. You hear me, shorty?”

  In a quick motion, he pulled her to the edge of the bed so that he could stand up and watch her take his thick meat. He placed his hands behind her knees and forced her legs up and wide open.

  “Look at me,” he commanded as he slid back into her.

  Her face twisted in a grimace before she bit her lip, but she did as she was told. So many thoughts went through his head as he watched himself go in and out of her. She was so thick, and her breasts bounced from the power of his thrusts. Tron wished he could stay inside of her love tunnel forever. The sound of her wetness was like music to his ears, and in the midst of it all, he would have forgotten his own name had it not been for her screaming it over and over. His thumb circled her clit, and he felt it begin to throb again as he brought her to a second orgasm.

  Damn, why does she have to be so perfect? he thought to himself. I’m gon’ break her heart, and I don’t want to. I don’t know if I can give this pussy up. I don’t think I’ll be able to give it up. I want it forever. This is my pussy, and I’ll kill a nigga if he—

  Tron felt her jerk under him, and he pulled out as he too climaxed. He snatched the condom off and shot his warm sticky nut over her flat stomach, throwing his head back with a shout. She shook violently on the bed, and her juices shot all over his legs.

  “Aaaaah!” they shouted in unison until their sensations calmed down.

  It was obvious that Kleigh had no energy to move, but that was OK. Tron scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the master bathroom. The tub was the size of a Jacuzzi, and he set her down softly inside of it. He used his head scarf to wrap her hair up so the water wouldn’t get in it. Once each strand was secure, Tron ran them a hot bath and washed her up first and then himself. When he was done doing that, he got out and ran some fresh water just for her.

  “Thank you,” she told him weakly and rested her head on the side of the tub.

  “No problem, baby girl,” he said and rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

  “Can we spend the day together?”

  “I don’t see why not.”

  “You are everything, Tron,” Kleigh whispered and shut her eyes. “Now that you have a piece of me, I hope that you stay for a while.”

  To that, Tron had no words, and in a way, he was glad that he heard the doorbell buzz.

  “Stay here. Let me go see who that is.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Tron fought the smile that wanted to come to his face and wrapped a white towel around his waist. He left her in the bathroom to see who had decided to visit him before noon. When he stepped out of his bedroom, he closed the door behind him for privacy. He walked down the long hallway, through his living room, stopping at the intercom next to the front door and pressed the button to talk.

  “Who is it?”

  “Your unc. Let me up!”

  Tron recognized Kyan’s voice and buzzed him in. He unlocked the front door and sat down at the dining room table. Kyan entered shortly after, and Tron took notice of the indifferent look on his face when he glanced up from the weed he’d started to roll.

  “What’s the word, Unc?” he asked with a grin.

  “You’re awfully cheery this morning. Did you do what you came to do?”

  “I’m making progress,” Tron told him.

  “Progress or baby steps? I got people telling me that you’ve been running around with some girl. I thought you were supposed to be focused on your mission, not getting your dick wet, Neph.”

  “She ain’t just some girl,” Tron told him with a sly smile as he licked the blunt wrap. “She’s Klax’s sister.”

  “Oh, really?” Kyan raised his eyebrow as if he were impressed.

  “Yeah, really, so keep your voice down ’cause she’s in the back.”

  “Why is she here? You let her know where you lay your head at?”

  “I’m just doing what I have to do to get close to the lion.”

  “Well, you’re doing a fine job at that. I thought you’d have made more progress by now. I thought when I gave you that information about the building Klax was looking to buy, you’d do more than just blow it up.”

  “I did do more than just blow it up. I made him mad.”

  “And how do you know that?”

  “Because the silence is deafening,” Tron said with a malicious smirk. “This is just the beginning. And I have the most valuable piece to the puzzle in my tub right now.”

  “You knocked that down?”

  “Chill out, man,” Tron said, trying to hide his smile and light the blunt at the same time.

  “Well, for your sake, I hope you did.”

  “For my sake?”

  “Yeah. Sunny knows you’re here and what you’ve been up to this whole time.”

  The smile on Tron’s face vanished at Kyan’s words.

  “I thought you said you were gon’ buy me some time—not tell him.”

  “I ain’t say shit to him. I don’
t know how he knows, to tell you the truth. He just called me to the crib this morning and told me to tell you to get home tonight at eight.”

  “I can’t do that. I’m getting closer.”

  “Closer to Klax or closer to his sister? Because from the looks of that dopey-ass smile on your face, she’s more than a lick.”

  Tron made a noise with his mouth and ignored the words his uncle had just said. He puffed on the weed a few times before passing the blunt to his uncle. The fact that his father knew where he was but didn’t come see him himself was making Tron even more curious by the second.

  “Like I said, I can’t do that,” Tron repeated.

  “You don’t have a choice, boy,” Kyan said, handing Tron back the blunt. “He said if you aren’t at the gym tonight at that time, then he’s pulling the plug on all of the money washing you do.”

  “He can’t do that shit.”

  “He can’t?” Kyan said with a raised brow. “Try him if you want to. I’m just the messenger.”

  “Baby!” Tron heard Kleigh yell from the back room. “Can we go get something to eat? I’m starving!”

  “Yeah,” Tron called back. “Give me a second.”

  “Go handle that, Neph,” Kyan said, getting up from the table. “And make sure you’re punctual tonight.”

  With that, Kyan was gone almost as fast as he had come. Tron put the blunt out because it didn’t matter how much he puffed. His high was blown. He clenched his jaw before heading back to the bedroom to get dressed and thought of an excuse to tell Kleigh about why he couldn’t spend the day with her as promised.

  “Was on my grind, it was my time. I ain’t think twice, I paid that price, and we did this, nigga. .”

  Nipsey Hussle’s voice blessed the inside of Tron’s Ferrari as he pulled up to the gym. The parking lot was empty except for his father’s old-school, cocaine-white Cutlass and a Range Rover that he did not recognize. Curious, Tron got out of the car and shook his hair out of his face as he made his way to the entrance of the tall building. When he stepped inside, the first thing that hit him was a gust of cold air, as usual. Sunny made sure to keep his cool for the athletes, no matter how cold it was outside. In the distance, he saw his father sitting in the middle boxing ring facing him. He was dressed in his usual comfortable attire, a Ralph Lauren sweat suit and a pair of sneakers. He was not alone. A figure with his back toward Tron sat there wearing a Fendi jogging suit with the hood pulled over his head.

  “What’s going on, Pop?” Tron said, heading toward the ring.

  “Glad to see you could join us, son,” Sunny said, standing to his feet as Tron got closer. “But before you come any closer, I’m going to ask you to remove any guns you have on you and place them in that bucket right there.”

  There indeed was a black bucket on the ground right by the ring, and when Tron looked inside, he saw that there were already three guns in it. He didn’t understand what was going on, and he shot his dad a confused look. Sunny had never made him disarm before, and curiosity made his eyes shift back to the person sitting with his back to him. Not knowing who was there made him wary to not be strapped.

  “What’s this, Pop?”

  “Put your weapons in there,” Sunny instructed again. “The two on your waist and the one on your ankle. Do it now before you come up here.”

  Tron’s eyes went from his father and then again to the back of the hooded figure’s head as he slowly removed his weapons. If it had been anyone else but his father asking something like that of him, he would have told them to eat a bullet. When he was completely disarmed, Sunny nodded his approval.

  “Good,” he said and waved for his son to come up. “Take a seat.”

  The only seat vacant was the one Sunny had just stood up from, and Tron sat in it so he could face the hooded person. When he did, he wished he hadn’t. He jumped back up to his feet with a sneer the second he saw Klax Turner’s unmoved face.

  “The fuck?” he exclaimed, unable to hide his shock. “Pop, what the fuck is he doing here? You setting me up?”

  “Watch your mouth, boy, and sit down,” Sunny said. When Tron didn’t do as he was told, Sunny raised his voice. “I said, sit!”

  Tron had half a mind to jump out of the ring and grab his gun, but the hard stare Sunny was giving him made him think otherwise. He respected his father more than any man on earth. He had bounced back from what would have driven anybody else mad and had raised Tron in the process. Still, Tron couldn’t help but feel betrayed by his old man. How had he let the son of the man who had murdered his wife and daughter into his establishment? More so, why was Klax still alive? Tron reluctantly fell back down in the chair and shook his head.

  “Yo, Pop, you bugging. You do know who this nigga is, right?”

  “I’m aware,” Sunny answered. “Klax came to me about some of the things you’ve been doing and wanted to call a meeting.”

  “A meeting for what?”

  “To tell you to chill the fuck out, nigga. Damn,” Klax’s deep baritone spoke up.

  “Language! If the two of you can’t be civilized, then there is no point.”

  “My bad,” Klax said. “I’m here to tell you to chill out.”

  “And why would I do that?”

  “Because I don’t beef with little niggas. I annihilate them. You think you’re starting a war, but really, it’s just a hissy fit. I’ll admit, you turned up a little bit on me, and that’s the only reason I’m blessing you with the opportunity to dead this shit.”

  “You crazy if you think that’s even an option,” Tron said and spat on the ground by Klax’s all-white Retro Jordan 1’s.

  “He always like this?” Klax asked Sunny with a chuckle.

  “Just hear him out,” Sunny urged Tron.

  “Where is your loyalty, Pop? With me, or with him?”

  “With myself,” Sunny answered simply. “And that means I’m going to go with the most logical out of the two of you.”

  “And that’s not me?”

  “Hell no!” Sunny said, forgetting his language rule. “You know it’s not you, Tron. None of this is you, especially if what I’m hearing about how you’ve been moving is true. That is not the son I raised. Answer me this, LaTron, why do you really want to knock Klax off of his throne?”

  “Because of what his dad did to you. To us.”

  “If anything, that situation should have taught you that you don’t take what you haven’t earned. If what happened in the past didn’t happen, do you really think I would have had you take my place just because you wanted to?” Sunny asked, standing over Tron with his arms crossed. “Have you taken a moment to think past that and ask yourself what you’re really doing? Because to me, it looks like you’re chasing after revenge that isn’t yours to seek. We both dealt with the pain of the loss of your mother and sister, but I chose to move forward with my life. You have to make the decision now if you’re going to do the same, or if you’re going to go backward.”

  “I can’t change the shit my dad did. I’ma just put that on the floor right now. I apologize for what happened to your mom and sister. I don’t know what I would do if I were in your shoes,” Klax said, looking Tron in the eyes. “All I’ve ever tried to do my whole life was be a better man than Kameron Turner ever was. I’m a son and brother first, a businessman second, and a beast last. Right now, you’re at the second part of that. I’m here to offer a truce and you a seat at my table.”

  “And if I refuse?” Tron asked.

  “Then you meet the beast,” Klax said simply.

  Tron sat silently for a moment, pondering over the offer at hand. He could feel both Sunny’s and Klax’s eyes on him, waiting for him to answer. Just looking at Klax sent fire through his chest that was almost inextinguishable. Almost. If it weren’t for the fact that he felt himself falling for Kleigh, that fire would burn forever. However, he knew that if he continued on the road he was on, their love affair would always be forbidden. The thought of not being able to see where the ro
ad would take the two of them was almost too much to bear. Killing Klax would hurt Kleigh deeply, and before she had given herself to him, he still would have taken the shot. But things were different now. He had planned to question her more about Klax’s operation and whereabouts that morning but stopped himself because he didn’t want her to think that was the only reason why he wanted her, even though, originally, it was. That inward battle with himself caused such a confused uproar inside of him that he almost didn’t know what he was doing anymore. He thought that Kleigh would be his key to take down Klax, but the more time he spent with her, he questioned even opening that door. As he sat there, so many emotions were surging through him, but in the end, he clenched his fists and let out a resentful breath.

  “A’ight.”

  “A’ight?” Klax asked, almost sounding shocked.

  “That’s what I said, ain’t it?”

  “OK, then. Before we go any further, I need you to call your dogs off. That stunt at my sister’s bakery was uncalled for. With the Feds sniffing around, none of this is good for business.”

  “Something happened at Kleigh’s bakery?” Tron asked, sitting up straight in his chair. “I wouldn’t have ordered a hit there. I know how much it means to h—”

  “Yo, how would you know how much anything means to my sister? Or her name for that matter? You sound like you care—like you know her.”

  Tron suddenly realized that he had spoken too much. The look in Klax’s eyes was indescribable, and he could have shot himself in the foot if he still had a gun on him. He tried to think of a way to clean up what he’d said but couldn’t. The only thing to say was the truth . . . partly anyway.

  “I met her at the club that night,” Tron finally answered. “I was going out; she was going in. I ain’t know who she was at the time.”

  “And when you found out, what? You were gon’ use her to get to me?”

  “Yeah,” Tron said honestly. “I was. But then I got to know her, and shorty was cooler than ice. I fuck with her. Truthfully, she’s the only reason I just said yes to your little truce.”