King of The Hood 3

by Kendra Sumter

  “Ahh, a fan,” I taunted, with a smirk.

  “Regardless of that, I need you’re real name, as in your government. You will tell us if you plan on having any type of conversation with us,” big boy spat.

  Taking a step forward, he stepped back. I took another one, causing him to take another one. I stepped once more, with the same result from his big pussy ass.

  Smirking. “Brickwood,” was all I said.

  He stared at me as I stared back. He wasn’t getting shit else. If he knew what I knew, he’d be showing a bit mo’ respect towards my ass right now. I hate new muthafuckas, I always gotta make examples outta they asses. He seems like the cocky, hating, jealous muthafucka, who’s mad he only makes sixty thousand a year. When muthafuckas like me spends that shit in a week.

  “Well, Mr. Brickwood, Mrs. Godwin is under arrest for possession and distribution of an illegal substance. We were alerted to the contents after the fire fighters completed their investigation. The amount confiscated is enough to have Mrs. Godwin in prison for life. We are here to handcuff her to the railing of her bed, while placing an officer at the door just in case she wakes up and tries to run,” he explained, smugly.

  Eyeing his dumb ass while picturing his death, I heard his words. Them bitches are pointless, they hold no weight or value.

  “Who told you she’s the owner? Where’s your proof that she’s the owner?” I question.

  They both looked like dumb asses, with their eyes wide.

  “It doesn’t matter how we received our information, we know it’s solid,” big boy spat.

  “That’s where you’re wrong, officer,” a voice I recognized, spoke from behind us.

  Turning slightly.

  “Gregory, I know you ain’t just getting here? What the hell yo ass been doing?” I barked.

  His high yella ass ain’t fazed by my outburst. Nigga deals with my Gramps. We’re his only clients. He’s damn good at what he does.

  “I was going over the security footage that will dispute these clowns, I mean, officer’s statements, while helping to build the lawsuit I will be filing on behave of you and your wife. Now, can we move to the conference room that I’ve cleared out?” He let us know.

  The two officers looked surprised at his voice. Looking at’em, you may think his shit’ll be high pitched, it ain’t. Nigga sounds like he’s been smoking cigarettes since birth.

  “Mama Godwin, we gonna handle this, stay wit Stallion, please. Doc, you the man, much respect. Keep doing that shit. How they doing?” I questioned, causing him to smile.

  “Okay, son, go get them raggedy things straight. They upsetting my babies and shit. They don’t know I’ll do time foe mine,” she let me know, getting hyped.

  I chuckled at her gangsta ass.

  “Where’s Wilbur? How’s yo son?” I questioned, causing her to pin me with a look that’s saying I should know better.

  “Wilbur’s at work. Andre is…. Recovering. I’ve told all three of them they owe you an apology. They were wrong for judging and accusing you. Now do I think you should’ve beaten him damn near…. Um, you know. We gotta talk about some anger management classes. My poor grandchild don’t have any hope,” she answered, while shaking her head in disbelief.

  “My solider gonna be good. Just know ain’t nobody messin’ wit’em. Let me handle this,” I boasted, giving her a hug.

  Releasing her, I straightened my form, eyeing the doctor.

  “Mr. Stone, they are doing better. Once we were able to get those officers outta her room, she clamed down. So far, she’s healing good. I do believe she should be able to wake up in another few weeks, and carry the baby to term. The only thing, she’ll be on bed rest in the hospital, until we are able to remove the bullet from her neck,” he explain, sincerely.

  My lips formed a smile without my permission.

  “That’s wha’sup. Keep up the great work,” I complimented, shaking his hand.

  I walked off beside Gregory, with the punk ass officers following us. My spirit felt a lil’ lighter. I can fuck these muthafuckas up, and give my Stallion true peace in the process.

  “I gotta find out who lied on my baby,” I grumbled, upon reaching the conference room.

  “I believe I may be able to answer that,” Gregory added.

  “No doubt,” was all I said, holding the door open for’em.

  I started to slam the door in they faces. I’m in a semi good mood. Gregory moved to the table, pulling a MAC laptop outta his bag.

  “Officers, the video you are about to watch is from the inside of ‘Creamy Pies.’ If you look at the date and time, you will notice it’s the thirtieth of August, at ten o’clock in the morning. Also, here is an order form that shows the owner of ‘Creamy Pies’ paid for services from the ‘Blue Ribbon Merry Maid Service,’” Gregory let’em know, while pulling the contract outta his laptop, suitcase, messenger bag damn thing.

  He slid it on the table, and the big, ugly, burly officer, picked it up, roaming his eyes over it before passing it to his partner. Dumb fuck probably can’t read. Gregory waited them out, he’s a patient individual. Me, not so much.

  “Go head, Gregory, I got shit to do,” I urged.

  He nodded once, before clicking some buttons on his laptop. The officers eyed me for a few beats, before eyeing the laptop screen. I stepped up to do the same. We watched as the cleaning crew came in and began cleaning. At about twenty minutes in, one worker moved into Preshus’ office. She moved to a book case in the corner that held statues and shit. She pulled a package out her basket, that you could clearly see was a brick of coke. She did the same thing once she dipped under Stallion’s desk. She had to use tape, or tie that shit up there, it’s smaller than the other one she planted.

  She moved to Stallion’s personal restroom. There’s no cameras in there, but before she closed the door, she pulled another package out her basket. Next, she left back out, under the pretense she was through cleaning. She maneuvered through the club, doing virtually the same damn thing.

  “Still that frame, Greg,” I called out, upon noticing a clear view of her face.

  “Send that shit to that Drop Box shit, so I can get it on my phone,” I added.

  He just nodded.

  “Mr. Brickwood, if you know who that individual is, it’s your duty to report that information to us. Withholding information constitutes as obstruction of justice, which will lead you to being arrested,” the big burly officer spoke, putting bass in his thick throat.

  “It ain’t my duty to do shit but be me. Yo no neck ass worrying bout the wrong fuckin’ thing. Yo ass needs to see what other skills yo ass got, cuz, playboy, once my lawyer gets through wit y’all asses, you won’t even be able to be a fuckin’ crossing guard,” I retorted, causing Gregory to chuckle.

  His lil’ partner lost some of his color. Bitch boys gonna learn all power ain’t in no fuckin’ badge, stereotype me all the fuck you want. I’m an educated king, fuck what you heard. I pulled that pic out my Drop Box. Racks’ ass got us learning all this technical shit. His ass almost up there with HP. HP ass on some CIA, FBI, fraud hacking shit though.

  Sending it to Banks, I waited. Focusing my attention back on Gregory as he look at the officers.

  “Now, officers, you owe my client, his mother-in-law, the personal of this hospital, my client’s comatose wife, and me, a damn apology. It won’t stop the lawsuit, but at least you’ll look like human beings when you turn your badges in,” Gregory spoke.

  “Why they apologizing to yo old ass fa’?” I questioned.

  He turned just his head, eyeing me.

  “I had some prime, young, supple pussy, in my bed when you called. I had to get all this information together with a hard, dry dick, that’s why,” he snapped, pissed.

  Chuckling, “Yo old ass don’t be needing to be fucking. How old she was? I done told yo ass you gonna die in some pussy,” I taunted.

  “Old? Ain’t shit about me is old. Why you think I work out and eat right? I’m f
ucking ‘til I’m ninety. She’s thirty-five,” he boasted, with his chest out.

  “Do you, playa,” I boasted.

  “Damn right, ask about me,” he added, rubbing his hand over his bald head.

  Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

  “Speak,” I answered.

  “I ain’t, fuck it. Where that pic come from?” Banks questioned, in lieu of greeting.

  “‘Creamy Pies,’” I answered.

  “Bethany,” he hissed.

  “Information,” I requested.

  He gave me everything he knew, which was her fucking life story.

  “Aiight,” I stated, once he finished.

  “How our people’s, they good?” He inquired.

  “Yeah, man,” I answered.

  “Aiight, good to know. We got that thing. We know where they at, I say we make that trip tonight. They ain’t even far,” he informed me.

  “Mos’ def, get Racks,” I agreed.

  “Bet,” was all he said, before hanging up.

  Moving back to the officers, I’m bout to do something I’ve never done before, snitch, while saving a worthless hoe’s life. Well, semi save a worthless hoe’s life.

  “Officers, the young woman that you just witnessed planting drugs in an attempt to set up an innocent woman. Her name is Bethany Harvey. She resides at 1404 Lakes Dr. Columbia, South Carolina. Well, more like the outskirts of Columbia. If you do your actual job, and dig up actual evidence, you will find this is an attempt from a disgruntled employee, to get back at her ex-employee.

  She used to work for Mrs. Godwin at the ‘High Line’ dealership. She was recently terminated. Sounds like motive to me,” I informed they stupid asses, in my most professional voice.

  Gregory hollered until tears were running down his cheeks. The officers looked from him to me.

  “How do we know this video is authentic? It could have been modified. We have to check it out. Until it’s shown without a doubt that this is an actual video, Mrs. Godwin is still under arrest,” big boy spat, sounding dumb as fuck.

  He’s testing my patience.

  “Once again, you are wrong. Had you done actual police work, talked to a real detective, you would know the police department has this actual video in their possession. I know the judicial system moves slowly at times, which is why you should have all of your facts before arresting anyone.

  Now, the only thing you two will do is head back to the precinct, do your job, while you still have one that is, and leave my clients alone. You are putting yourself and your families in eminent danger. This is my final time saying this. The next time we meet will be in a courtroom,” Gregory read their asses, putting them on hush.

  They eyed us once more, before walking out the door without another word. I followed them with my eyes until the door closed.

  “Tight work, Gregory. I know yo ass can make it where that bitch doesn’t see the light of day, also be placed in the roughest prison in the country. Just tell my ass how much. I’m saving and killing the bitch at the same damn time,” I insisted.

  “That ain’t a problem, at all. I’ll let you know when it’s all set up. Judge Andrews may like a new vacation home,” he answered, while gathering his things.

  “Anywhere he wants that bitch, he got it. I’m bout to head out, I gotta talk to my woman, make sure she’s straight, and my lil’ solider,” I informed him, while shaking his hand.

  “Take care, Stone. Congratulations. When’s the wedding? I better have an invitation. How’s Big Lou?” He questioned, returning my handshake.

  “First, who the hell said any damn thing bout a damn wedding? Second, thank you. Third, Big Lou’s good. Nigga gonna out live all our asses,” I answered, causing a chuckle to come from him.

  “Yeah, he will. There also will be a wedding, you know this. I’ve heard about your woman, let me go. I got a lawsuit to file and young pussy to fuck. Don’t call my ass. Oh, give this to Racks. Tell him and Banks not to call me either, at least for twenty-four hours. They are worse than your ass,” he fussed, pulling a chuckle from me.

  Getting myself together, we walked out the conference room, then back down the hall. He went his way, which was to the elevator, as I walked to Stallion’s room.

  Tap, Tap, Tap.

  Opening the door, I peeped my head in, looking at Mama Godwin rubbing her hand through Preshus’ hair, touched my heart. No mother should experience the pain that she has.

  “Um, Mama Godwin, can you step out here please?” I requested, lowly.

  She raised her head, her sad eyes flashed to mine.

  “I already know, son. I’mma head to Columbia the day after tomorrow to help Neesha plan the funeral. I have some of her papers, including a life insurance policy. She wasn’t always a bad person. She loved those kids, but that monkey wouldn’t let her be. Sprinkle always had an addictive personality. She didn’t see the unhealthiness of a situation until it was too late.

  The day Neesha’s father left her, something within her broke. She never told Neesha why he left. He actually left her for a man. She found out he used her to put on airs for his parents. He was due to inherit the family company, which was worth a lot of money. He played the loving, doting husband, until his parents passed, leaving everything to him.

  A year after their deaths, a month before everything would have been officially his, he divorced Sprinkle, leaving her with absolutely nothing. When she questioned him, that’s when he told her everything. Even down to introducing her to his man. Hurt, crushed, and humiliated, was how you could describe her in that moment. Everything just went down hill from there. Every so often, I would see the sister I remembered. At least she’s at peace now,” she explained, absently.

  Stepping further in the room, I pulled her from her seat.

  “I’m sorry foe yo loss.”

  That’s all I could think to say, I’ve never handled death good.

  “Thanks, son, I’ll leave you two alone. I’mma go to the cafeteria to grab me something to eat. I’ve never went this long without food, even when I lied and said I was dieting. Will you be leaving tonight?” She questioned, pulling out my embrace.

  “Yes, ma’am, some unfinished business,” I answered.

  “Just be careful,” she comforted, before kissing my cheek then walking out the room.

  Hearing the door click my focus went to Stallion. She looks so peaceful. Taking the seat her moms just vacated, I picked her hand up clutching it while locking our fingers. I sighed, before rising her hand to my lips, kissing her warm hand, warmed my heart. Listening to the thumping of my soldier’s heartbeat was soothing in ways I can’t even explain.

  “Stallion, there’s a lot I want to tell you. Right now tho, ain’t the time. Yo concentration got to be on continuing to get better. I know you can sense shit around you, like them bitch ass police. I handled they asses fa’ fuckin’ wit yo sleep. I know you being in this state is what’s best fa’ you to heal, I’m just really missing hearing your voice. I never thought I would be saying that, I mean it tho. I love yo mean ass. I also learned yo whole family is crazy as hell. It’s all good tho.

  I know I promised you I would save you somebody to torture, I don’t know if I got that type of will power. I’ll try tho. Lil’ D, he done threatened to beat me up over you, so I’m going into hiding,” I chuckled, while staring at her face.

  I’m kinda waiting for her ass to snap, sass, cuss, laugh, or something. The feel of her hand squeezing mine, almost made me fall out the damn chair.

  “Don’t be doing that shit foe nobody else. That’s only fa’ my ass. You don’t even know you done made my day. I’mma get this shit over wit just to spend mo’ time wit yo lovely ass. I love y’all, forever and always,” I ended, standing from my seat, placing a kiss on her lips.

  “You still sweet as fuck,” I whispered, in her ear, before sitting back down.

  The strong beat of our soldier’s heartbeat was soul soothing. I never thought my life would change so drastically in the last few months
. Some shit I would avoid, others, I would do the same way, even down to trapping Stallion. I knew she was it for me, when I saw her bussin’ her guns. I promise to love and keep her happy for the rest of my life. Starting with the bullshit my boys and I are doing tonight. From coast to coast, muthafuckas will know not to fuck wit ‘Triple Crown,’ let alone anyone connected to ‘Triple Crown.’

  Preshus

  “My beautiful Preshus. I’m so happy I get to converse with you. I hate it’s like this, I know you are gonna be good, so it’s a little easier. I’ve missed our talks. Those were some of my favorite moments with you. I’ve been watching you,” my dad began.

  “You have?” I interrupted.

  “Un huh. Who the hell told you, you were grown enough to be stripping? It wasn’t me, and it wasn’t your mama,” he fussed.

  “But, Daddy,” I tried to explain.

  “Don’t but Daddy me. You had all them nasty, ugly, unworthy men, touching your body. I know why you did it, I just hate that you did. Your mom and I had just talked about upping our insurance policies, when I was murdered. It was always my duty to take care of my family. I felt I failed you both,” he fussed, getting sad at the end.

  “You couldn’t have known that would happen to you. I love you, and think about you everyday,” I told him, close to tears.

  “Don’t cry, baby girl, you know what your tears do to me. You have made me proud. You are a suave, bad ass, business woman. You take after your old man in that aspect. I love you. I see I’mma be a grandfather. Your young man, I like’em for you,” he praised.

  “You do?” I questioned, interrupting him.

  “Of course. I know, I know, he was a rude bastard when y’all first met, I understood it. He lost the one woman who would have taught him how to sympathize and how to treat a woman. He’s carrying a lot of pain and hurt in his heart. You’ve given him a new lease or look on life. A man like him will spend the rest of his life doing everything in his power to keep you happy.

  I’m not telling you this, so you turn into a softy. You weren’t raised like that, so don’t start now. You’re strong, like your mother. Don’t let this episode make you doubt your abilities. You got a young one coming who’s going to need to know strong women do exist. You continue giving Mr. Stone the same woman he fell in love with. You have my blessing to marry him,” he finished, stunning me into silence.