I pulled up to the address and parked. I said a prayer that I didn't kill this nigga, then hopped out. "Ayo" by Chris Brown and Tyga was bumping loud as hell, and I heard a lot of voices. I walked in the door, which was wide open, and searched and looked around the party. I saw Honey and Kendon dancing together outside in the backyard where everyone mostly was. I felt so weak and broken; I felt like I couldn't even fight. I walked up and tapped him on the shoulder. The bystanders knew some shit was about to pop, because I wasn't in party attire. Kendon turned around and bucked his eyes. I punched his ass in the nose, and he fell back.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Honey yelled like this was her nigga I punched.
I didn't even talk. I kicked that bitch in her stomach, causing her to trip over the ice chest. I lunged on top of her and started fucking her up. I ripped so many tracks out her head, I doubt she had any left. She reached up for my bun and I bit the shit out of her forearm, causing her to scream. I felt Kendon grab me, so elbowed him in the nuts.
"Get this bitch off me!" she yelled as I banged her head into the cement.
Her face was bloody as fuck, and I was satisfied. I got off her and kicked her ass so fucking hard in the neck, making her cough. I took the ice chest and dumped all the water, ice, and bottled drinks on Kendon, causing him to scream.
"You bitch ass nigga!" I yelled before storming out. The people at the party were quiet as hell, and the music was off by the time I was done.
"Jess...Je…Jessica!" I heard Kendon yell after me.
"Fuck off hoe!" I yelled over my shoulder.
I sped to the home we shared and locked myself in the guest room. I cried hard until I drifted off to sleep.
***
"Wake your crazy ass up!" I heard Kendon yell.
I opened my eyes to see him standing over me looking like someone whooped his ass, which made me happy. The part from Friday when Chris Tucker said, "You got knocked the fuck out!" popped in my head.
"Don't trip. I'm out," I said, sitting up. My body was sore from kicking so much ass.
"You out?!" he laughed like a psycho.
"Yeah nigga. I'm not fucking with you no more. We a wrap!" I got out the bed, and he slapped the shit out of me. "I told yo ass not to touch me or I was gon’ fuck you up!" he yelled.
I hopped up and starting wailing on this nigga. He grabbed my hair, threw me into the dresser, and it knocked the wind out of me. He charged me, and backhanded me to the floor.
"Get yo ass up! You want to fight like a nigga, let's go!"
I tried to crawl away, and he kicked me in the back, and I collapsed. "Kendon! Stop!!" I screamed through tears.
He grabbed my face and banged it on the floor, "Shut up with that fucking crying! You a nigga, so act like one!"
I stood up finally, and he slapped me again, busting my lip. I grabbed my hurting face and continued to cry. "Yeah, cry like the little bitch you are! You ain't no damn dude, so stop acting like you one!" he said, then pushed me into the wall and left.
I couldn't wrap my mind around what happened. My whole body ached. I slid down the wall and continued to cry until I couldn't anymore.
***
I laid on the floor the whole day. I watched the sun come up and go down. Kendon hadn't returned once. I looked at the clock and it was 12am. I looked in the mirror and my face was messed up. I started crying again just as Kendon burst through, the door causing me to jump.
"No Kendon. Don't!" I pleaded with my hands up.
"Ain't nobody gon’ hit yo ass! Shut the fuck up!" he spat.
"Just ju…just let me get my stuff and I will go home," I said with a shaken voice.
He closed the door. "Before you do that, I want to know why you came to that party and acted crazy," he said, folding his arms.
Tears were flowing freely out of my swollen eyes. "I uhm…you and Honey. I saw you with her," I said, almost in a whisper.
"Saw me doing what?! I did nothing with her," he frowned.
"I saw her dancing on you and giving you a lap dance," I said.
He laughed loud as hell. "So because you saw us dancing. You showed up at someone's house and beat them up. And then me too."
"Kendon. What I saw was not innocent. I know you. You've fucked her before," I said slowly.
"So now what?" he asked.
"So, now. You ...and I are done," I said through sniffles. I was crying like a baby.
"Why Jessica? Because you think I slept with another girl?"
"Because you did. And then you came in here hitting me!" I yelled.
"Jessica. I'm sorry, but I told you to stop putting your hands on me, and you kept doing that shit. Kept pushing me, punching me, you just as bad. I'm supposed to just let you break my nose and black my fucking eye when you feel like?" he asked.
"Kendon, I'm sorry but I love you and you don't understand how it feels to see you cheat on me!"
"Jessica. I did not sleep with that hoe! She is interested in Kendrick, anyway. But even if she wasn't, I wouldn't cheat on you. I made you a promise! I was just having a good time. And just cause you see me doing stuff that makes you unhappy, you can't go hitting on me like that!" he spat.
I plopped down on the bed and started crying. He was right. Yes, it was wrong for him to hit on me, but I was no better. Every time he upset me, no matter how big or small, I would black his eye, break his nose, crush his rib, slap him, anything.
"Baby don't cry, you know I love you. And I know you're not this monster that you go on acting like. I didn't want to hit you. I'm sorry, but I was tired of you hitting on me and then acting like we was cool after. But again, I'm sorry," he said, sitting next to me. He lifted my face out my hands and kissed all over my messed up face.
"You still love me? I still love your crazy ass," he smiled.
I smiled, although painful, and shook my head yes. He ran me a hot bubble bath in the big Jacuzzi tub, picked me up, and took me to the bathroom to put me in it. He cleaned my whole body, and even washed my hair. He toweled me off and laid me in the bed. He cuddled up to me, face to face, and kissed me softly on my messed up lip.
"I love you, Jessica. We can make this work if you just trust me and start treating me like your man, and not something you own," he said softly.
I nodded in agreement. "Can I still curse a bitch out if she too friendly?" I half joked.
"Of course ma, that's your job." I turned my back to him, and he cuddled up behind me and kissed the nape of my neck and shoulders. We fell asleep just like that.
Chapter Six: Danielle Moore
It was the night of Christy's 19th birthday, and she was having a party at one of the hottest clubs in Baltimore. I'm not surprised she was able to get a 21 and over club to let her host her birthday there. She was married to Kayden, who just got a record contract, and she was associated with the biggest kingpins in the city. Tia and I were happy to get an invite, because we still hadn't bagged a boss. I planned to get one and run off with his ass; I wasn't going to 12th grade.
We walked in the club and it was turnt. The bar was fully stocked, and all the hits were blasting. Currently they were playing "Commas" by Future. I got up to the VIP area and the 4 stooges–Nic, Morgan, Jessica, and Christy–were dancing in a circle with each other, singing the song. Their men were chilling, smiling at them. I rolled my eyes. The club waitress brought a cake out for Christy, and Kayden took the mic, making the club go crazy.
"I just want to say Happy Birthday to the best wife a nigga can have. I love you Christy, and I can't wait to celebrate many more birthdays with you, girl," he said, smiling and the crowd cheered.
Tia and I rolled our eyes. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a remote key.
"It's to a Porsche!!" Christy screamed into the mic.
The club cheered, and Nic, Morgan, and Jessica's faces lit up. Kayden kissed her lips and handed the mic to Nic.
"Christy! I love you. I love how you've always had my back no matter what! Happy birthday honey," Nic said as she handed Ch
risty a velvet box with a bracelet.
"Crazy Christy! You know how I feel about you, and I'm so happy your life has come full circle and so early! I love you baby. Happy birthday!" Morgan said, and walked her pregnant self to add a charm to the bracelet.
"Be careful with my baby, girl!" Kendreeis joked. Christy was now crying.
Jessica grabbed the mic, and she and Christy cheesed at each other. "Mami!!!! You know you been my bitch forever! There are no words to explain my love for you, chica. Happy birthday! I love you!" Jessica walked another charm over to add to the bracelet.
"We all have the same one now, and each charm means something special. We will always be connected, no matter what," Nic told her.
The club cheered, and the DJ told Christy happy birthday before cutting back on the music.
The VIP bouncer walked to Kendrick "Hey, it's a young man wanting to talk to you."
"What's his name?"
"French, he said." The bouncer shrugged. Kendrick and his brothers laughed so hard.
"Let this nigga through, but let Draco check him first," Kendon said.
They guy they called French strutted in, and he was fine as hell. He was caramel-skinned, bald, and had a perfectly lined goatee. He was dressed in a black button-up that was unbuttoned at the top showing his chiseled chest, jeans, a velvet material blazer, with Gucci loafers.
"Bingo Danielle!" Tia said, reading my mind.
Kendrick rubbed his short beard and his short curly fro that he decided to keep, with his sexy ass. He had a scruffy look to him now. French sat across from the fine ass brothers and smiled hard as hell. They chatted for a bit, and then he shook their hands and left. He walked by, and I cut him off.
"Danielle." I said.
He looked me up and down in my short ass dress and stilettos. I had Senegalese twists in as well.
"Danielle, I like you. But before we move forward, who is that?" he whispered, pointing to Nic. Here we fucking go, I thought.
"My cousin. But she is taken. She is Kendrick's girl," I whispered back, attempting to waver him off her. He looked at Kendrick and bounced his head up as if to say what's up.
"And her?" he asked, pointing to Christy.
"Her best friend, and Kayden's wife," I replied.
"Uh hunh. Ooh damn, and Cassie over there?" he asked, irritating the fuck out of me.
"Morgan, but she is pregnant as you can see, and dating Kendreeis," I replied and he nodded.
"What about the firecracker right there?" he asked, referring to Jessica.
"Jessica, she is Kendon's," I started, being short; this nigga was pissing me off.
"All bad as fuck. M!" He turned back to me. "And who you belong to?" he asked.
"You," I replied. He smiled and looked at Tia, who waved seductively.
"Get your friend and let's go," he said.
Tia and I hurried out the VIP and out the club to follow him.
***
We arrived to his hotel, and he told Tia and I to strip. We did. "Now kiss," he said.
He watched us tongue it up, as he stroked his twelve-inch dick. I was scared as hell, but before Gina left, she and Paris used to tell us that this was a part of getting a baller. I was gon’ do whatever French wanted.
"Touch each other," he instructed.
Tia began to suck my nipple while playing with my clit. "Ahhhahhuuhhhh," I moaned. That shit felt good. I soon came all over her fingers, which she licked. I pushed her back and kissed from her stomach to her pussy. I started licking and sucking her clit, while fingering her. She was moaning loud as hell. She came all over my mouth, and she tasted good.
French was hard as a rock watching us, and instructed me to suck his huge dick. I could barely fit it in my mouth. Tia was sucking on his balls, but because I couldn't fit him fully in my mouth, he instructed her to take care of the base of his dick.
"Damn, fuck!!" he moaned as he fucked my face. He pulled out and came all over both of our faces.
"Turn around," he ordered. We did as we were told, and he took turns fucking us doggy style. He would switch back and forth.
"Take this dick, young bitch!" he yelled as he rammed into me and pulled my hair. I came on his dick, and he smacked my ass. He entered Tia from behind and tore the lining out her shit.
"Ahhhh French…Ah!" she begged him to slow down, but he didn't.
I was starting to think she was a virgin. She dried up, and he slapped the shit out of her, knocking her off the bed. He pulled me back to him and rammed into me until he came all over my ass.
"Nothing like young pussy!" he said, out of breath. "Go clean y'all selves up!" he spat.
We had nut all on our faces, ass, and breast. When we came back out, he tongued us down.
"Now, I want y'all to lure your four little friends from the club, here one by one. Once I make them my bitches too, I'll be satisfied, he said. "In the meantime, you need to hang with your cousin more. Get me all the info you can on her nigga's operation so I can snatch the rug from under them niggas!" he said to me.
He laughed, then pulled out some coke. "Come try some for daddy." We did as we were told.
Chapter Six: Kayden King
All was good on the home front with Christy and me. I had just signed a record contract, so business was good too. The only thing was the street business. This nigga French, that came to talk at Christy's birthday, had to be the dumbest nigga alive. The way he did that nigga Houston was known by every kingpin and hustler in America damn near. The fact that he tried to talk about merging with us was laughable, and that's what we did; laughed at that nigga.
I told Christy to watch her mouth around Nic's cousin, because I saw her fast ass leave with him. I knew he was a snake, and he'd try to use her dumb ass to his advantage. What other reason would a 35-year-old nigga be interested in some 17-year-old girls? I don't fucking know. Unless he just a pedophile, which I'm sure he was as well as a professional snake. He requested to meet with my cousins and I about merging. I don't even know why we was entertaining him. I think it was funny to hear what this dumb nigga had to say. We decided to meet today, because we were all flying to California so Kendrick and Nic could get married finally.
I arrived at one of the dummy condos that Kendrick had. He frequented it enough to make it look as if he really stayed there. The place was about 40 miles from his actual home he shared with Nic. We all had at least two condos/really nice apartments that were a minimum of 30 miles away from the real deal. We made sure the condos were decked the fuck out, because who would believe some rich niggas like us are living in dirty ass complexes or condo? It was the same with our cars. We always parked our "dummy" cars at these places, and then our real and expensive cars at our actual homes. Dummy cars were parked in our garages around back at our real homes. That way if a nigga drove by our real home by happenstance, he wouldn't recognize the car. We only used the "real" vehicles to drive to far places for dates, vacations, and shit. They all had dark ass tint so when we were local, no one would know who was driving it. Anything local, we used our fake whips. Confusing I know, but this shit been working for years and was taught to us by my uncle Kairio and father Kylin; all to protect where we laid our heads.
My brother Khayman was against this protocol, cause he said it was no need, but he ended up dead pretty much because of it. He was too reckless and never checked to make sure he wasn't being followed. After a big transaction one day, he went home to relax. Some people that had been gunning for us at the time ran up in his crib, robbed him, and emptied 4 shots between his eyes. At that time, my cousins and I were just working the trap houses for my dad and uncle, and they were still running things. That was the second loss my father and I had in less than a year. My mother had a rare heart disease that weakened her immune system. One day she caught a cold and it killed her. My father Kylin is super protective of me and my cousins, cause I think he feels he can’t take another loss.
My cousins and I were all different, but we worked well together like a puz
zle. Kendrick was the logical one, and if we needed a plan or system, he always could come up with something. That was why my father and uncle chose him to run the shit. Kendreeis was a hot head and didn't think twice before beating a nigga's ass or killing someone. He could be reckless at times too, which is why my dad and uncle skipped over him to hold the reigns. Kendon was just laid back and was more so the listener. You give him the run down and he could carry it out to the tee. He wasn't reckless, but he'd kill your ass too. He was that quiet person in class that surprised you when he beat the bully's ass. My brother Khayman was just an irrational thug. I loved that nigga, but he was crazy as hell and never planned shit. He and Kendreeis were a lot alike, except Kendreeis is a little more logical and thinks ahead more. Last but not least, there is ya boy. I'm more like Kendon, where I just prefer to carry out the plans. However, I tend to stray and do my own shit if I feel it is necessary. I'm a bit more outspoken than Kendon. All in all, I love my niggas and the loyalty we have to one another is out of this world.
***
We were all sitting in Kendrick's plush ass office, when Draco escorted French into the room.
"What's up y'all! Kendrick? This shit is nice, man. Where's your wifey?" he came in, smiling.
"Thank you. And why?"
"Oh, just wanted to say hi," he smiled, looking goofy as hell.
"No need for that. Sit down," Kendrick ordered and pointed to a chair.
Kendreeis was high as hell, and smirking at the nigga. I couldn't look at him, cause I knew we'd burst into laughter at this corny ass old nigga.
"So speak," Kendon said.
"Well, as y'all may or may not know, I'm the king of the city in Chicago and I wanted to see about merging our shit and pretty much expanding us," he grinned, showing a couple dingy gold teeth. I almost threw up.
"I heard you in the business of pimping too," I spoke up.
"Well yeah. I make sure I have multiple incomes! Know what I'm saying!" he started laughing and clapping his hands. Everyone else was silent, so he cleared his throat out of obvious embarrassment. "So what y'all say, King men?" he asked with his hands out.
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