King of The Hood 3

by Kendra Sumter

  Her eyes widened at the sight of Monster. She pissed herself.

  Grrrrrrr, Grrrrrr, Grrrrrr.

  “No, Monster, she ain’t yo dinner,” Stone coaxed, causing Monster to move his head and whip his tail.

  THUMP!

  “Aww, fucckk!” Loco howled out.

  “Jump next time, nigga,” Racks taunted.

  “Loco, get yo ass up. I need yo blade,” Stone called out.

  He did sign language real fast.

  “The hell that shit mean?” Stone snapped.

  “Get Banks, shit, inconsiderate, bastard. I’m damn near in traction from that damn prehistoric dinosaur, yo ass ain’t even ask am I good,” he translated.

  “Yo ass ain’t say all that. Banks, yo blade, nigga,” Stone called out.

  Shaking my head, I pulled one from my side. These my new titanium shits. Handing it to him, he nodded his acceptance. He moved to Turtle, without a word, he sliced the nigga’s dick off.

  “Uuurrrrggghhhh!” I screamed, gripping my shit hard as fuck.

  “The fuck yo ass screaming foe?” Racks barked.

  “I felt that shit,” I whimpered, holding myself.

  Turtle couldn’t scream, he was crying though.

  “Monster,” Stone called, before throwing Turtles’ dick at’em.

  He caught it, chewing with relish. My ass bout to die, I thought, sitting in a seat.

  “Banks, yo ass aiight?” Racks asked.

  “Hell no. He bout to feed that nigga to Monster piece by piece,” I mumbled.

  “Demon, give me that torch,” Stone called out, ignoring my ass.

  I looked to my left to see a panting Bear. Nigga bout to hyperventilate.

  “Urrrggghhhh,” Turtle howled at the top of his lungs, as Stone burned his stump.

  “Oh, my damn,” Ocean mumbled, before throwing up.

  “Hose, Racks, nasty ass, hoe,” Stone spat.

  Racks picked the hose up, spraying her ass. She was trying to catch her breath, while dodging the water, dumb ass. Racks let the hose drop. Ocean was panting and shaking, that shit gives new meaning to water boarding.

  “I’m bout to have some fun wit yo ugly ass. I’m on the fence bout leaving yo ass alive. See, my Stallion wants to torture you in her own way. That’s something I would pay to fucking see. The only issue wit that is, yo bum ass don’t deserve to live that fucking long. Somewhere in yo diluted ass mind, you think yo ass is a significant muthafucka. Yo ass ain’t shit,” he growled, in the most demonic voice I’ve ever heard. My back teeth clicked from that shit.

  “I’mma have to go to counseling after this shit. A meditation retreat or something. Fuck, my ass ain’t been right since I joined this organization. Grandma been praying fa’ my ass. Ain’t nothin’ been workin’,” Dawg complained, from his perch, which Stone ignored.

  Stone stared at Turtle like he was thinking. Turtle tried holding his stare, but couldn’t.

  SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

  “Damn, the niggah can’t hear shit!” Spazz blurted out.

  Stone threw both ears to Monster, then took the torch, burning his ears.

  “Burning flesh is funky. Where my blunt at?” I grumbled, holding my stomach.

  “Machete,” Stone called out.

  Spazz threw it. Stone caught it by the handle. They on some circus shit.

  CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!

  “Ugggghhhhh,” Bear threw up, as Turtle’s leg came off.

  Stone threw it to Monster.

  Grrrrr, Grrrr, Grrrrr.

  Monster went ham on that damn leg.

  Stone repeated that shit until nothin’ was left of Turtle’s ass but his head, neck and torso. After every cut, he torched it, to keep him from bleeding out.

  “That nigga dead,” Dawg called out.

  “Not yet,” Racks called back.

  Stone pat the machete in his hand as he walked round Turtle like he was admiring his handiwork.

  “That nigga looks like a fucked up, butchered pig,” Racks grumbled.

  I nodded in agreement before…

  CHOP!

  “Oh, my damn! My head! Lawd, I got a headache!” Dawg wailed, as Stone threw Turtle’s decapitated head to Monster.

  He spit it back out. Stone threw his body to him. He grabbed it, taking it to his swamp shit. Eyeing Stone, this was the first time I realized his eyes darkened to black. He ain’t even here. Standing, I eyed him, as he moved to the sink to wash his hands. No one spoke. There’s been a few times we’ve seen this from Stone. We’ve learned early on to let his ass be until he comes back. Fucking with his ass when he’s gone dark will get yo ass killed.

  We waited for a few beats as he washed his hands and face.

  “Kill that fuck boy, grab that bitch, clean this shit the fuck up, we gone,” Stone barked, with no emotion in his voice.

  Shit sounded like a death call. Racks moved to Bear without a word.

  CRACK!

  Sounded out as Racks snapped his neck, I moved to Ocean, untying her ass.

  “Don’t get stupid. I swear on everything that’s holy, say something, breathed too hard, fuck what everybody else wants, I’ll snap yo fucking neck,” I promised, looking down at her ass.

  She recoiled so hard, she cracked her back. She stood shivering. Dem Boyz did their jobs as we left.

  Now that, that bullshit is done, we can focus on some other shit. I gotta be there for Neesha and Seaqual as they bury their mother. I got a trick for Ms. Ocean. Stone told’er by the time he got through wit’er she’d be begging foe death. Well, I’m taking up that torch, while making that bitch a reality. Nobody will ever hurt the one’s I love again, not even blood.

  Neesha

  ‘Gramps’ House’

  “Neesha, leave the boy alone. He’s asleep. No one can get in this fortress without dying. He’s safe. You’re gonna worry yo ‘self to death,” Mama Daffany fussed.

  Sighing, I stared at Seaqual for a few more beats, before standing from his bed. I’m so happy he wasn’t terribly hurt. His sugar was good, which surprised me. He still had to take his insulin dose. His face was bruised, but nothing else was going on with him.

  I checked his entire body before he took a bath. He was embarrassed, but I didn’t give a damn. His body was fine. He tried soothing me by telling me he fought. I’m proud of him for what he did, it scared me that he was in that type of danger.

  After his bath, he wasn’t hungry like he first had stated upon being rescued. I made him eat something anyway. Afterwards, I showed him to the bedroom Gramps told us he would be staying in. I tucked him in. He blew out a deep breath, closed his eyes, then opened them. They were full of tears. I automatically pulled him to me.

  “She’s dead, isn’t she?” He mumbled, in my chest.

  “Who, Bubba?” I questioned, confused.

  I wasn’t sure if he meant Ocean or Sprinkle.

  “Mama. I know she is. He beat her unmercifully. She wouldn’t survive the way he beat her in the face,” he murmured.

  “She’s dead, Bubba, I got you,” I whispered, with my own tears running down my face.

  “She’s at peace, right? I’m glad she fought to stay clean for me. We talked, Neesha. She talked to me. She apologized for everything. She told me she felt awful fa’ the type of mother she’d been. She blamed herself fa’ how Ocean is. She said she wished she’d picked better fathers foe us. Ocean’s father was killed in a shoot out. Yours is gay, living wit a man. And mine, she couldn’t remember. I ain’t mad at’er. She said every time she got clean, she saw what she truly was, which was a no good mother. So, she would get high, so she didn’t see it. I’mma miss her. I got you tho, right?” He finished, with tears screaming down his face.

  “I’ll always have you, Bubba. I got something to tell you, but I think I’ll wait until the morning, you need your rest,” I let him know, squeezing him to me.

  He leaned out of my chest, staring at me with the prettiest blue eyes. I’ve always loved his eyes, and knew he’d gotten them from his father.
We have pretty brown eyes; Well, Sprinkle’s eyes were more hazel.

  “I’m too tried to beg now, so I’ll wait. I love you, Neesha, thank you for loving me,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead.

  I returned the gesture. I’ve been sitting in the same position until Mama Daffany came in.

  Standing from the bed, I followed her out. She led me down the stairs to the den entertainment room. She moved to the bar, fixing me and her a drink.

  “You need this to relax yah mind. You’ve been through a lot in the last few days. You don’t always have to be strong. Seaqual is stronger than you give him credit for. You’ve done a great job wit him. Something’s bothering you, what is it?” She let me know in one breath, while handing me my drink.

  “Thank you,” I accepted, receiving my drink.

  “You are most welcome,” she let me know.

  Taking a sip of my drink, I relinquished in the feel of the cool drink as it flowed down my throat.

  “What if Seaqual’s father wants full custody of him? He has that right. He didn’t know anything about Seaqual. He has a very valid argument. He has missed his entire life. I wouldn’t be surprised if he does want him,” I questioned, letting my thoughts out.

  “I don’t believe he will take Seaqual from you. He will want time with Seaqual. Are you worried about how Seaqual will take it?” She questioned.

  “Seaqual is smart, he’s observant. I believe once he hears the story, he’ll accept Timothy easily. Seaqual has always been good at reading people. Plus, yo son called HP to pull up the man’s whole life story. I just don’t want to lose him. He’s been my baby from day one,” I expressed.

  She inched closer to me after putting her glass down. She placed on arm round my shoulder.

  “You won’t lose him. Although you didn’t birth, Seaqual, y’all have a bond that rivals some biological mothers and sons. You are an awesome person, with a huge, kind heart, you’ll always be surrounded by love. You’ve done the impossible by getting my son to grow up and open his heart. He loves you. He hasn’t realize it yet, but he does. D is a lil’ slaw, so don’t hold that against him. Finish your drink, so we can hit the bed. We have to be up in five hours,” she let me know.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, before finishing off my drink.

  Walking it to the bar sink, I washed our glasses out. Then together, we left, heading back upstairs. She went to her room as I went to mine. Pulling my sleep pants off, I climbed into the big king size bed. Getting as comfortable as I possibly could in a strange bed. The fatigue of the last few days bore down on me, pulling me to dreamland.

  $$$$$$$$$

  “Ummm, I missed yo ass so damn much. I just need to hold you. My ass might need to see a shrink.”

  I heard Banks’ deep voice grumble, deeply into my ear. Snuggling deeper into his arms as they engulfed me forming a protective barrier around me.

  “I love you,” he mumbled.

  Smiling, I closed my eyes, drifting back off to dreamland.

  $$$$$$$

  “Ummm, hol’ up, Banks,” I mumbled.

  “Naww, I can’t, I need yo lovely ass,” he groaned, hitting me with a deep stroke.

  “Deeper then,” I moaned, throwing my ass harder.

  “Shit,” he grunted, gripping my hips tighter.

  Sex from the side is everything early in the morning.

  SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

  “Mmmmmhmmmm, my spot, Monti,” I moaned, gripping my pillow.

  I don’t wanna be too loud. Last thing I need is for everyone to hear us.

  “I gotcha ass,” he ground out, practically lifting my lower half off the bed.

  “Fuck, Monti, I’m c,” was all I got out, as my orgasm stole my words.

  “Fuck, girl, Urrrggghhhh,” he howled, pounding my pussy for all it’s worth.

  One last thrust, he emptied everything into me.

  “Tight lil’ pussy be holding my dick hostage, thieving ass,” he grumbled, before kissing my neck.

  “Humm,” I hummed, feeling his juicy lips on my neck.

  He squeezed me closer to his body. I fought to snuggle deeper into his body.

  “Now I wanna go back to sleep, but there’s too much to do,” I murmured, trying to break his hold.

  “Don’t leave yet,” he whined, pulling me back to him.

  “Monti, quit,” I giggled, as he nuzzled his face in my neck.

  “Aiight, big meanie, leave me in my time of need. I’ve been traumatized, temporarily blinded, and aggravated,” he complained, releasing me.

  Flipping over to face him. He had his arm thrown over his face, pouting. Lifting my body, I straddled him.

  “Do you wanna talk, Monti? I thought you was hard core. Wha’sup wit the whining?” I taunted, before leaning over to kiss his neck, collarbone, then his chest.

  He grunted, while squirming a little.

  “Don’t be tryin’ to comfort me now. I’m all vulnerable, my delicate sensibilities have been played on. I just don’t know, I just don’t know, ooouuu, Lawd, who gonna hold me? I guess I gotta hold myself,” he dramatized, while hugging his self with his hands under his armpits.

  Giggling while shaking my head at his big baby ass.

  “Monti, I’mma say, this then get my day started, it’s already nine o’clock. I gotta get Seaqual checked out, visit Preshus, then make it back to Columbia to plan Sprinkle’s funeral. You are one helluva man. I’m overjoyed we are together. You are truly an amazing man. Thank you for coming into my life. I love you too,” I declared, before placing one more kiss to his lips.

  Climbing off a stunned Banks, I headed to the bathroom. I don’t know what Gramps had in mind when he had this house built, but I’m glad he had it. Every bedroom has a bathroom in it. Stepping to the sink, I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth with mouthwash, then cleansed my face, before stepping over to the standup glass enclosed shower.

  Starting the shower, I stripped out of my crop top while the shower heated up. I swear, Gramps has a magical water tank. It doesn’t take long for the water to heat up, then it doesn’t go cold while you’re showering. Stepping inside while grabbing my loofah and shower gel.

  “Yass, this feels amazing,” I moaned, as the water pounded on my body.

  All the tension released from my body. Hearing the door slide open caused my eyes to open.

  “You mind if I join you? Water conservation, and all that good shit,” Banks requested.

  “You’re always welcome, unless it’s my time of the month. I don’t share shit at that damn time,” I let him know.

  “Lawd, of all the things yo ass could’ve said, you chose that shit,” he grumbled, stepping in behind me.

  Shrugging my shoulders, I didn’t speak on that. Lathering my loofah, I began washing my body.

  “Let me,” he flirted, pulling my loofah from my hand.

  Smiling, he began cleansing my body with delicate movements.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful. I learned something last night. Love is a very powerful drug, it can cause pain, or cause one to inflict pain. For years, Racks, Stone, and I, never thought of having women in our loves. Yeah, we fucked plenty, but none were worthy enough for us to change.

  They were all too easy. Being who we are, we didn’t have to work foe the pussy. We didn’t even have to speak, and hoes would be dropping they draws, dropping to they knees, or bussin it open. Why the hell would we respect that shit? Then, we went to the out of school bash at LSC. We’ve done the same thing for the last four years. This time tho, that shit was different. We ran up on three women who stood out from the ordinary. We fought the shit. Well, I fought it, Racks challenged it, while Stone’s unstable ass fell in love wit Preshus from the moment she cussed his ass out-”

  “His hateful ass,” I mumbled, giggling, interrupting him.

  “Yeah, all that. Anyway, I’m glad you made me work foe yo ass. You won’t regret it, well, sometimes you might, when I’m aggravating yo nerves as you say. I love yo ass,” he finished.


  Looking up into his face, he wasn’t smiling. His words were so sincere.

  “I love you too, Monti. I won’t regret giving you my heart. If foe some reason I do, I’ll kill yo ass to make myself feel better,” I vowed, smiling.

  A shit eating grin spread across his face before slamming his mouth to mine. We engaged in what has got to be our best kiss to date. Feeling his hands cuff my ass, I broke the kiss.

  “Tonight,” I panted out.

  He stared at me like the words wasn’t registering. Then, like it finally clicked, he nodded slowly. Giggling at this reaction. Banks is truly a character. Many have never witnessed his full character. The parts where he’s a jokester, a loving father, an intellect, a protector, a business genius, also, a reader. When I think about it, I feel truly special that I’m the one who gets it all. Finishing up our shower, with doing no more than kissing and a little groping here and there, we got out, dried off, then got dressed. I pulled my braids into a high ponytail, with some hanging down my back.

  “Damn, I don’t know how I feel bout yo fit. Them damn tights is doing the most. Yo ass ain’t got a bigger shirt?”

  Releasing the door knob, I turned, facing him. He’s wearing a serious frown on his face.

  “Monti, please don’t start that shit. I’m yours, muthafuckas got eyes, so they gonna look, long as they don’t disrespect, it’s all good. Now, get yo mind right, change them joggers, and let’s go eat, breakfast,” I relayed, easily.

  Her stared at me like I was speaking another language.

  “I gotta change my pants, really? What was that lil’ speech bout?” He questioned, with his eyebrow raised

  “Uh huh, make that happen,” I added, shooing him.

  Chuckling, he walked towards me.

  “I’m yours, ain’t no hoe out there gonna get yo dick. They can look, long as there’s no disrespect. I’m wit yo ass all fuckin’ day. Now get yo ass on, I’m hungry,” he expressed, using my own damn words against me.

  Smacking my teeth while rolling my eyes I pulled the door open.

  SMACK!

  “Oooouuuu, don’t be doing that shit,” I spat.

  WHACK!

  “Damn, Neesha, yo ass strong foe no damn reason,” he whined, while rubbing his arm.