by Mz. Lady P
Speaking of King I wonder where in the hell he could be. It’s five in the morning and I can’t sleep until he comes home. His schedule has become Princess and my schedule. We sleep late and be up all night because we can’t wait for daddy to come home.
King had been gone more than he was at home. I was trying my best to not think the worse. Lately I had been totally over thinking shit. I swear that damn over thinking will drive a bitch up the wall. Call me crazy, but I was having visions of King having sex with other women. We hadn’t had sex since before the birth of Princess. My six weeks were up two weeks ago. A bitch needs that dick like I need oxygen to breathe. I know that King is my man now, but it doesn’t stop me from lusting after him. I’m a real live creep for watching that man while he sleeps, but it’s so hard not to. He’s even sexier now than he was when I first laid eyes on him. There’s something about the way his tattoos look on his body. The highlight of my day is laying in bed and watching him get ready to leave the house to run his empire. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I be in a trance as he stands in the mirror shaving his bald head and trimming his beard to perfection, rocking nothing but his gold chain and Polo boxers. Not to mention he has the perfectly shaped ass for a man. I be wanting to just pinch it, but he’ll go crazy if I get anywhere near it. His dick is so long and fat that he has to sit it on the sink because it gets in the way while he’s leaning to look in the mirror as he shaves. That shit be having me wet as fuck. I never knew that a man could exude so much power. King is everything that a woman would want and I’m glad I get the pleasure of being his queen. At the same time I know that being the main woman in his life is a big pair of shoes to fill, so I have every intention to be the woman he needs me to be in his life.
*****
“What time is it?” I asked King, as I sat up in bed.
“It’s a little after five. You need to stop falling asleep with Princess in your arms like that. I caught her just in time before she fell. This is the second time I’ve came in and kept her from falling. If you let my baby fall I’m gone fuck you up Siyah!” King was getting undressed and headed to the bathroom.
“We both fell asleep waiting up for you to come home, plus, that’s how she likes to sleep up on my breasts.” I got up and looked over in her bassinet to check on her. She was sound asleep and sucking her thumb, something I hated, but she loved. I left out of the room and headed to the kitchen to grab me something to drink. As soon as I entered the kitchen King’s phones was going off. He had three damn phones and Lord knows they went off all damn day when he was home. I swear I hated the sound of them because as soon as he answered he was out the door. Once I grabbed me a bottle of water I headed back to the room and he was getting dressed to go back out. I bit my tongue hard as fuck trying not to say anything, but damn he had just come home. I laid back in bed and I put the covers over my head, just to act like I was so tired so I had fallen back to sleep. If he had looked in my face then he would see my anger or maybe even the little hurt I did feel. I didn’t want to be a nag, but all these late nights were starting to piss me off.
“Bae!” King yelled, causing me to jump.
“Huh?”
“I’m about to head out, I have some shit I need to handle. I’ll be here around eleven to take you and Princess out for brunch. Make sure you’re ready because I can’t be away from the spot for too long. Motherfuckers is slacking and I need to watch my fucking bread.”
“Okay, we’ll be ready.” He came over and kissed me on the lips and kissed Princess on her forehead. Just like that he was gone again. I was so fucking irritated I couldn’t sleep so I got up and started doing some online shopping for Princess. Not that she needed anything, shopping just made me feel better.
*****
King had picked me up at eleven on the dot. I really wasn’t in the mood to go, but I hadn’t been anywhere since I gave birth. It actually felt good to get out and get some fresh air. My home had everything I needed, but the walls were closing in on me. I was still upset with him from earlier this morning, so I wasn’t really talking much as we headed to brunch. To avoid talking to him I scrolled Facebook and Instagram, making sure to upload pictures of Princess.
“What’s wrong with you?” King asked, as he snatched my phone out of my hand and dropped it in his lap. I tried to reach for it, but he smacked my hand away.
“Nothing is wrong, so give me my phone back. Do I touch your phone?”
“Don’t tell me nothing Siyah! Something is wrong with you. Now if you gone act like that I’ll take you back home and spend the day with my princess. We don’t need your Debbie Downer ass out with us with that sad face shit. You don’t have shit to be sad about. Tighten up with that shit.” Before I could respond his phone begins to ring, and that pissed me off. I leaned over and snatched my phone from his lap. At the same time we pulled up to The Sweet Maple Leaf Café. I was kind of skeptical about going here because it was in the heart of Little Italy. This was once Luca’s territory, so I hoped I didn’t see any of his fucking relatives or friends. I just shook my head at King. There’s a million fucking restaurants and he chooses to come to this one.
“Why are we here? Let’s go to another restaurant.”
“Let me hit you back my nigga. Fuck you mean let’s go to another restaurant.” He said, as he hung up the phone.
“I’m just saying King, I’m not comfortable with being here. This is one of Luca’s hang outs and the last place I would ever want to be.” I thought that King was going to say something, but instead he pulled away from the curb without a word. I thought that we were just going to go to another restaurant, but I realized we weren’t when we started going towards our home.
“Get out the car! We’ll be back later.” He leaned across me and opened my door as if I couldn’t open it myself.
“Why are you acting like this King? All this ain’t even necessary; you’re over reacting for no reason.”
“The fact that you think I’m overreacting makes me want you to get the fuck out the car even more.”
“Don’t curse at me like that, especially not while our daughter is in the car.” I felt myself on the verge of tears, but I held them back. I had no idea why he was handling me like this.
“You’re right I was wrong for cursing period, while she’s in here. Now like I said get out of the car and we’ll be back later.” I just shook my head and got out of the car. I really had no idea why he was so upset. Once I out of his car he peeled away from the curb without so much as a word. He didn’t even let me kiss Princess goodbye. I slowly walked up to the door and got ready to go inside, but I quickly changed my mind. I grabbed the keys out of my purse to my new car he had brought me as a push gift. I didn’t know what I had did to make him so upset, but I wasn’t about to beat myself up over it either. He wanted to spend time with his daughter then so be it. I needed a break anyway, so I decided to go see my momma. She hadn’t been to my house in over a week and was barely answering the phone for me.
*****
“What the hell are you doing over here?” Nita asked, as I stepped inside her house. It wasn’t one yet and she was drinking a beer.
“Damn! I can’t come and see you.” I sat down on the sofa and put my feet up on her table.
“Don’t get the shit slapped out of you Siyah. Do I come to your house putting my feet on that expensive as shit you and King got? My shit come from Mike’s Furniture, but it’s mine, so respect my shit.”
“Sorry Ma! Dang, why you acting all stank?” She rolled her eyes and flamed up a Newport. I just shook my head because I hated when she smoked them things. I know for a fact her lungs are black as fuck the way she smokes them things.
“What’s up, my favorite daughter?” I turned around at the sound of my daddy’s voice. He was walking from the back of the house in nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms. He headed straight to the kitchen and came back drinking out of the juice carton. I just shook my head at the both of their old asses. I guess I see
why she was acting all bitchy. I fucked up her dick session.
“So, this why you in a stank mood. Did I disturb y’all?”
“Shut the fuck up and stay in a child’s place!” I fell out laughing because she was big mad I caught her ass in the act. This the same one been walking around talking about how she would never fuck with my daddy again. It looks likes he done moved in to me.
“What I tell you about all that cursing?”
“Shut the fuck up, Mo. While you at it I done told you about drinking out the carton; acting like a fucking Viking with no damn home training.” My mother got up and snatched the carton from his hand, and he smacked her on the ass as she headed back towards the kitchen. No wonder she didn’t want me over here. I ain’t mad at her though. Maybe my daddy dicking her down will make her ass stop being so grouchy all the time. Nita means well though.
“Where’s my grandbaby? I’m surprised King has let you out of his sight.” My daddy said.
“He took Princess out for a daddy and daughter day.” I said solemnly, not really wanting to discuss this with my father or my mother. Mainly because they think so highly of King and it’s just a petty argument between us.
“Well why aren’t you with them?”
“I was with them but King wanted to go to The Sweet Maple Café, that’s over in Little Italy. I told him that I didn’t think it was a good idea for us to go there because it was Luca’s territory. I know that he’s dead, but I just didn’t think it was safe for us to be over there on that side of town. Especially while we had Princess with us. He got so upset with me that he dropped me back off at the house and drove away like it was nothing. I feel like he overreacted Daddy.” I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I hurried up and stopped them from falling, because this was nothing for me to be sitting up crying about, especially, in front of my father. No girl wants to cry over the actions of her nigga in front of her father. No matter who the nigga is; that shit don’t look right at all.
“You were wrong baby girl. Let me tell you why. A man never wants his woman to feel like he can’t protect her. Do you honestly think King would take you and his daughter to that restaurant if he felt like it was dangerous? King’s name reigns supreme in these streets baby girl. King is upset because you doubted him as a man and a protector.” I just sat in silence because I never thought about it that way. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel like he was less than a man. Lord knows King is all man and more. I was feeling bad for making him feel like I doubted him. At the same time it was not cool for him to just put me out of the car like that. He makes me so mad just wanting me to be a mind reader. All he had to do was tell me that and I would have apologized and we could have had a great family day. The more I sat and thought about it I felt the urge to go wherever he was at. After much contemplation I pulled my phone out and sent him a text.
Hey where are you guys. Is Princess behaving? Make sure you check her pamper. She gets grouchy if her soiled pamper stays on too long.
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I waited and waited for him to response but he didn’t. King was being so extra at the moment. I know I probably should have said something different in the text, but I just wanted to see if he would answer. Now that I know he’s not going to respond I wasn’t going to try anymore. I knew he was still mad so I decided to take a different approach. I wouldn’t say anything else about the shit. I won’t say shit else about it nor will I apologize for saying what I said. I’m not no mind reader so if he want to act all petty I’m going to just let him act that way. In the meantime I was about to go see Rika. It’s been a minute since I kicked it with my girl. Right about now I just needed to clear my head, not to mention get the hell out of my mother’s house. I know her and my father wanted to have their privacy; I was actually happy they had reconciled.
“I’m going to give ya’ll some privacy. I’ll make sure to call ya’ll you guys later. Make sure ya’ll use condoms because I’m too damn old to be a big sister. Love ya’ll.”
“Love you too.” They said in unison
“Now get your ass out of here Siyah. Call me when you get in the house.” My mother yelled, as I headed out of the door. I couldn’t wait to get over to Rika’s house. I prayed she had some weed because I definitely needed to stimulate my mind.
Chapter 3- Kingston
I didn’t mean to be so damn hard on Siyah, but did she not know who she was fucking with. I could give less than a fuck about Luca’s dead ass or his people. I can go anywhere I want to in Little Italy and dare a motherfucker to say anything to my girl or me. We could walk the streets anywhere in this city and I wish a nigga or a bitch would. Vita ass just so happened to buy herself a little time with the bullshit because she was hiding from me. At the same time Siyah needs to never question her safety when she’s with me. Just her mentioning that nigga’s name to me pissed me the fuck off. Made me want to kill his bitch ass all over again. My baby girl, Princess was just as quiet and content as I stared into her eyes. It’s amazing being a father. I never thought it would warm a cold nigga’s heart. I can’t imagine how niggas these days skip out on their responsibilities and abandon their children. Never in life will I ever abandon my princess. She’s my world and a daddy’s girl already. Since it was me and her I decided to take her to the mall and get her ears pierced. She was the most beautiful thing ever, but she needed her some diamonds. She needed to shine bright like her mother whenever she entered the room. I’m a king and it’s only right my queen and princess look like royalty at all times.
“Are you sure you want these in her ear? They’re so expensive.” The sales lady at Claire’s said.
“Nothing is too expensive for my princess. Ain’t that right daddy’s baby?” I placed a kiss on her forehead and she smiled a little.
“You’re one lucky little girl. I wish my daddy would buy me some ten thousand dollar earrings.” I held Princess on my lap as the lady pierced her ears one by one. She cried for a couple of minutes and then she was fast asleep. I checked my phone and saw that Siyah had texted. I read it, but I didn’t respond because I just wasn’t ready to. Before I left the mall I headed over to Pandora to buy Siyah more charms for her bracelet. In a minute she was going to need a new bracelet because the one she had was almost filled with charms. I had spent the entire afternoon with my baby and I was starting to feel bad for not allowing Siyah to join us, so, I pulled out my phone and tried to call her to let her know I was sorry for my actions. After several minutes of trying to call I was unable to reach her and she knows how I hate that shit. Siyah gets real spiteful when I make her mad; she will see me calling her and won’t answer the phone. That’s them ghetto games I be talking about.
When I made it to the house her car was no longer parked, so I knew she wasn’t at home. I sat in the drive way and thought about where her ass could be. I knew she was most likely over Nita’s house, so I headed over there.
*****
“What the hell do you mean she ain’t at home? Nita said, as she rocked Princess back and forth.
“She ain’t there Nita, and she’s not answering her phone. I swear to God she gone make me fuck her ass clean up.” I was pissed because her phone was going straight to voicemail now. That let me know she cut that shit off on purpose, because it was just ringing when I hit her up earlier.
“Calm down King. Knowing Siyah she probably out somewhere with Rika and Blacky nem.” At the same time my phone started to ring and it was my nigga Legs saying we had an issue with count being off. This is the shit that has me out all these crazy ass hours. I don’t play about my money, so yeah, somebody gone have to answer to me about this shit. Before I ended the call I made sure to have Legs round up the whole fucking squad. I need to set a couple of motherfucking examples.
“Something came up Nita, could you please keep an eye on Princess. If Siyah calls tell her to call me sooner, not later.”
“You know I got my grandbaby covered. You go handle your business and I’ll call around and see if I can fi
nd out where she’s at.”
“Thanks Ma. I’ll be back to get her as soon as I can. Daddy love you Princess.” I kissed her on the forehead and got ready to head out the door.
“You know I don’t mind keeping my grandbaby. As a matter of fact she can stay the night and ya’ll can come get her in the morning. I missed my granny girl anyway. Plus, her granddaddy back there sleep. He needs to spend some time with her.” She said, as she closed the door. Nita was hot mess. I pray for Mo because Nita wasn’t shit to fuck with.
*****
I sat in my car and watched the comings and goings at one of many projects buildings I ran. There were eight workers in all at each building. Two on the front door, two on the back, two on the inside, and two look out men on the roof with assault rifles. This was the set up for all five buildings. You come in the front door and get patted down. Then you head up the stairs, grab your drug of choice, and leave out the back door. This is how this shit is ran twenty-four seven, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. In each building there are sixteen floors with ten apartments on each floor. Each and every family in each building gets one thousand dollars from me a month. See, that’s how my shit goes off without a hitch. This is where these people stay so I have to respect them too. You can’t just be disrespectful standing all in front of people doors, shooting dice all out in the open, and causing all types of commotion, making it hard for the kids to play. You have to pay to play in this type of situation. I make more money in a day then these people make in a year. These are low-income families and the majority of them are living off of the government, so the money I hit them with, help them out tremendously. I give the people a sense of security and they know if they are going through anything, King will help them out. Of course you have to keep shit in tact with the proper authorities. I have the police on payroll and of course the property manager. That shit came with a price though. As long as she got this dick I had these buildings on lock. Like I said before, I’m about my money. That shit ain’t personal it’s business. From time to time I have to remind her that’s all the fuck it is because she has me fucked up. Karma is a motherfucker, but she gone learn to stop fucking with me, but I’ll save all that for another chapter. Of course Siyah doesn’t know about that. She don’t need to know about that shit. As a matter of fact I’m the type of nigga that keeps his business and his personal life separate. How I get my money is none of Siyah’s concern. Her only interest should be spending the shit. Siyah nor our daughter want for anything. All she needs to do is take care of home, ride this dick, and make sure our daughter is straight. That’s it and that’s all. She might not agree with that, but she didn’t have a choice. That’s the best way for it to be because I never want her sitting up stressing, although I know she does. She’s my girl and if she stressing that means she loves me. A bitch that don’t stress don’t give two fucks about you and that’s the type a bitch I never want in my life. I know everybody think I’m out of my mind with this logic, but if you sit back and think a nigga be on point. At the same time, if you disagree that’s cool because a motherfucker’s opinion of me ain’t never put money in my pocket, so, fuck ya with a sick dick.
