Pastor flinched so hard, his back cracked then, with the speed of Twista, he gave the benediction.
We filed out the church once he ended with Amen. The funeral people moved in to move Sprinkle’s casket to the hearse. We stepped outside.
“I don’t want to go to the burial sight, Neesha, I’m good, I don’t need to see her lowered into the ground,” Seaqual let us know, before we moved to the limo.
“Okay, you don’t have to. I’m proud of you, Bubba. What you said was nothing but the truth. You can head back to the apartment. You got him, Timothy?” I praised, while hugging Seaqual.
“Always, come on, son,” he answered.
Seaqual nodded, before slapping hands with the guys, then hugging Auntie and Kimmy. He moved towards Timothy, who he does calls daddy. It’s only been two days, but it’s like they’ve known each other longer. The word flowed off his tongue easily. It didn’t even sound foreign the first time I heard him say it. Loading up into the limo, we only have one family car. Some extended family, who been wrote Sprinkle off, came to the setting up at Auntie’s house, talking shit. Auntie Pearl let them have it so damn good, they didn’t utter another word. The whole situation was beautiful.
“Damn, Seaqual hurt they feelings, ain’t nobody out here,” Banks blurted out, as we pulled to the burial sight.
“Um, do y’all mind if I have a few minutes alone with her?” I questioned, staring out the window at her casket perched on the metal things.
A resounding, “Do yo thang,” along with “Take yo time, baby,” gave me my answer.
Nodding my thanks, Banks opened the door, stepping out, he reached back in to help me out.
“Do you need me?” He questioned, hugging me.
“No, baby, I’m good, thanks for offering tho,” I whispered, returning his hug.
He released me with a kiss to my forehead. Stepping outta his embrace. My feet moved in the direction of her casket. I didn’t stop moving until I was standing before the silver casket.
Sighing, I licked my suddenly dry lips.
“Sprinkle, no, Mama, I don’t know why this is so hard for me. Um, I guess it’s due to the fact we didn’t have the closest relationship. You basically forced me to grow up quick, while turning me into an instant mother. I didn’t hate you, I could never hate you. You hurt me, yes, but no matter what, you’re my mother. You actually made me proud. I know you went to Banks and asked him to help you get clean for us. That touched me, while letting me know we were still important to you, and that you loved us.
For a while, I held discord in my heart for you, due to not understanding everything you went through. For that, I apologize. Auntie Pearl told me a lot. After hearing everything, I wished you would have told me. I would’ve helped you in anyway that I could. I hate that you were played in such a deceptive way. That wasn’t fair to you. Um, Seaqual has his father in his life. He isn’t mad, he’s grateful to you. Timothy, he’s name is Timothy. It’s uncanny how much they are identical replicas of one another.
I feel like I’m rambling, it’s just so much I feel I need to tell you. Um, I know you blame yourself for how Ocean turned out. That’s not your fault. You may not have been the best mother, but, um, Ocean had other resources, me, for one. Even Preshus and Auntie were there for her. She just wanted to be the way she was. I didn’t turn out bad, so there’s really no excuse as to why she did. If you are holding onto that guilt, let it go. I, um, have a family, who has kinda adopted me. I was never really alone, but now I’ve gotten acceptance and love. I’ll be back to talk to you often. You know, to keep you updated on everything. I love you. You will always live forever in my heart.”
Taking the back of my hand, I wiped my tears. Leaning over, I kissed her casket. The sun was shinning brightly. Today has turned out beautifully. I’m feeling really right in this moment. She’s gone to what I’m praying is a better place. Now, to continue living and making her proud. Since she once told me she was proud of me.
Life was looking up, now to continue building with my King of the Hood, who owns my heart.
Kimmy
‘One Month Later’
*October*
“Are you sure about this, Conrad?” I questioned, as we sat in his Denali.
“Yes, I promised to protect yo lil’ ass wit all of me. This is part of that promise,” he answered, like I should know better.
Sighing, I leaned my head against the head rest. This month has been nothing short of amazing. I mean, outside of having a second attempt on my life. After Sprinkle’s funeral, things returned back to normal. Well, sort of normal. Stone reopened ‘High Line’ back up. So, I went back to work. He’s rebuilding ‘Creamy Pies.’ He actually felt bad about the employees not being able to work. So, he gave them severance packages, but in reverse, they’ll be able to return to work once everything is good to go. The package is to tide them over for six months. That’s the estimated time before ‘Creamy Pies’ is due to reopen.
Well, I was at the dealership in my office doing paperwork. Some guys came in asking for me by name. The new receptionist that took Bethany’s place, Emily, called me on speaker, informing me that I had visitors. I checked the cameras, I didn’t recognize any of the guys. After telling Emily I was too busy to accept any visitors and to let them make an appointment. They left the building after she relayed my message.
I called Racks, informing him of what was going on. He instructed me to stay in my office, and if the bitch ass bums got bold, and tried something, to unload my clip on’em. He makes me carry my gun, since I have a carry permit. He also has taken me to the gun range more than once.
I told him that I would then hung up. I attempted to go back to my work, since there was an ass of it. Despite the fact that the dealership was outta commission for that short period of time, there hasn’t been a decrease in sales. ‘High Line’ truly offers what other dealerships can not, which keeps people flooding the website with orders. Not even a full thirty minutes later, Racks was through my door, hugging me, while telling me he got the weak bitches. I felt so secure in his arms, coupled with his words, I knew I’d be good.
Later that night, he let me in on everything he’d been doing on my behalf. He grabbed a folder, handing it to me. Opening it, I looked through it’s contents, then to him, for an explanation. He blew out a breath.
“The woman who’s married to yo father, wants you dead. She sent those guys to kidnap, rape, torture, then kill you. She hates that you exist. It’s more to it than the money and shit you stand to inherit. You share the same blood as your father, something she couldn’t give him. Instead of being pissed at Kenya, she despises your very existence.
She has two kids, but they are adopted. Once her husband found out she was barren after marrying her, he regretted being with her. As bad as he wanted to divorce her, he couldn’t, because of the political seat he held. Divorcing her over something she couldn’t control, would’ve looked terrible to his constitutes. She devised the whole plan wit Kenya. Everything backfired on her. The night you were attacked by that bitch boy, another dude was ‘posed to attack, then kill you.
The original person she hired backed out at the last minute. So, Kenya went to Ocean. Ocean told her she had the right person to do it. But instead, she sent Todd. I’m not sure on how the hell Ocean knew his ass, but she did,” he explained.
I sat staring wide eyed at him, with my mouth ajar. I never knew Kenya was so damn hateful. Certain things that Kenya had done over the years began to flood my memory like a bad movie. I finally saw her for who she really was. After that revelation, we went back and forth about what to do. He was so pissed, he was ready to just end the old hag. I was afraid of what may have happen to him if he went off half cocked. So, we compromised, kind of. That’s what has led us to this moment.
Lifting my head from the head rest, I eyed him, as he was already eyeing me.
“Okay, let’s go get this over with,” I mumbled, whining slightly.
Chuckling came from him.<
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“Quit acting up. Get yo head in the game. This wrinkled, stuck up, bitch, wants yo ass dead, foe no other reason than yo ass is alive.”
Looking at him after he release those words.
“You right, baby. Fuck her. She’s bout to hate she even fucked wit me. I’mma show that bitch who the fuck don’t deserve to be here,” I sassed, rolling my neck.
“That’s the shit right there. Bambi, yo ass know what the fuck yo ghetto style does to my ass. You’ll feel me tonight,” he flirted, while eyeing me hard.
A shudder went through my body. His ass is just way more than I could have ever fathom. He’s helped me to grow tremendously as a person. He helped to sell my condo. We both knew we weren’t ready to live together, so he helped me find a house in a gated community. I purchased a one level, three bedroom, three and a half bath, house, with a pool in the back.
I honestly can’t wait until Preshus wakes up so she can see it. I’ve told her all about it. She’s doing so good. Healing quickly, even lil’ man is striving good.
“Come on, Bambi, the others have arrived.”
Jumping slightly at the sound of Racks’ voice, I looked beside us, and immediately began shaking my head. Since I was against Racks killing the woman, he enlisted Banks, Stone, along with Gregory, to get his point across. This is our compromise. It has taken me some time to get accustomed to Racks’ power. I’m still amazed at times with what he can make happen. His power makes my pussy thump. I’ve been jumping his ass all the time, almost everywhere.
Gripping his hand, I slid out the truck.
“Why they looking like Men in Black? Scratch that, undertakers?” I mumbled, while eyeing them as they approach us.
“They look perfect to me,” was all he said, pulling me in their direction.
“Fellas, y’all are looking murderous and soul snatching. How y’all be?” He greeted, causing sinister grins to grow on their faces.
“You know how we do. Whaddup, Kimmy? Yo ass ready to crack a hateful bitch face?” Banks greeted.
Rolling my eyes.
“Fo’ sho’,” I sassed, shocking them.
“Alright, enough of the pleasantries. Kimmy, you look beautiful. You will not have to worry about this hag, I mean, woman, again, I promise,” Gregory let me know.
I’m not even surprised by his words. I mean, look at who his clients are.
“Thank you, Gregory,” I accepted.
“Damn, I will say this again. Y’all bums got lucky, real lucky, with these wonderful beautiful women. Let’s go,” he whistled out.
The guys chuckled before falling in step with one another. Walking up on the porch, I thought about how close they are to one another. They may not share the same DNA, but they are brothers, all the same.
“Ring the bell, Stone,” Banks urged.
“Fuck I look like,” Stone spat.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
“Damn, nigga, just knock the door off the hinges, why don’t you?” Banks teased, causing Stone to smirk.
I took a deep breath as the locks were turning, then the door pulled open…
“Um, yes. May I ask who you are? What’s your business for being here?” A female voice greeted.
I couldn’t see shit. The three giants were shielding Gregory and I.
“No, you may not, it’s none of yo business. Please step to the side so that we can enter,” Banks requested, nicely.
Silence came from her. I could imagine what her face looked like.
“Um, sir, I need to be able to tell my employers who’s here to see them,” she snapped.
“No, the fuck, she didn’t,” Banks mumbled.
“Fuck all this bullshit. Move yo boney ass the fuck up outta my face, foe you piss me off. Yo ass ain’t reporting shit, but time of death, yo ass say one mo word. Bring y’all asses in this bougie muthafucka,” Stone snapped, stepping forward.
“I told then not to invite his ass. He hasn’t had no pussy in over a month. He’s backed up, and short tempered. I told them he should’ve been at the hospital. But noooooo, y’all talking bout he’s a part of this. Stone ain’t a part of shit, but fear, mixed with crazy as hell,” Gregory fussed, pissed, as we followed the guys.
Finally getting a look at the maid, housekeeper, whatever the hell she is. Her damn face was bright red. She looked like she was gonna bolt at any minute.
“See, he done gave the woman turrets, just that damn quick. Messing around with Stone, her ass going to be on disability,” Gregory added, causing me to giggle.
The guys chuckled as they walked through the house like they own it. They made it to an opening, and just like on the porch, Gregory and I fell in behind them.
“Ahem, got damn it,” Stone barked.
I can’t see the reaction of the people in the room. The guys were chuckling to themselves, if the up and down movement of their shoulders are anything to go by.
“Who, who are you? How did you get in my house? You need to leave. Sarah,” a whinny, high pitched voice, called out.
“Nope, nope, nope, that bullshit ain’t gonna work. Yo damn voice on my nerves, just that damn fast. Dogs miles away barking at that shit. Sarah’s ass on break. We got some shit to discuss. The Senator, his ass woke?” Banks stated, at once.
“Yes, he is. We have nothing to discuss. I don’t even know who you are. Leave my home, before I have you arrested for breaking and entering,” she threatened.
“She’s hardheaded as fuck. Didn’t you tell her ass not to talk? Sit yo ass down. They ain’t pissed, but I am. I’ll snatch the varicose veins outta yo ass. Bambi, come here, beautiful,” Racks snapped.
“Damn, nigga snatching veins and shit,” Stone added.
Stone and Banks parted, letting me step forward.
“Haaahhhh, you,” she gasped, with her eyes wide, as they landed on me.
“Yes, me. How you doing? Tried to kill anyone else lately? Spineless, gutless, bitch,” I snapped, eyeing her funny looking ass.
“Elizabeth, who’s that?” A gravely voice spoke, from the hospital bed in the corner of the room.
“No one, dear, just some Jehovah witnesses,” she stammered out, lying.
Smacking my teeth, I brushed past her ass. She reached out, grabbing my arm.
“If you knew what I knew, you really wouldn’t touch me. The way that I’m feeling in this moment, I’ll end yah nasty looking ass. You haven’t earned the right to breath in my presence, let alone, touch me,” I snarled, slapping her hand off my damn arm.
Resuming my trek across the floor to the bed. For the first time in my thirty years, I’m laying eyes on my father. His eyes met mine, along with recognition.
“Kimmy,” he whispered, painfully, startling me.
“Yes. How do you know my name?” I questioned, just as soft.
“Private detective. You have my mother’s eyes,” he answered.
I don’t have a response to that. He took a hard swallow.
“Thank you for coming to see me. I wanted to apologize to you face to face. I did you wrong. I can’t imagine how my not wanting you to know me, affected you. For many years, I wanted to find you. I’m a coward, there’s no other reasoning beside that. My image, power, and position, outweighed what I should have done. I know I don’t deserve it. If you can, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me. You have turned out to be a beautiful woman,” he declared to me.
Dropping my head, I sighed. Lifting my head, I eyed my man. With a simple nod, he gave me strength to open my mouth.
“I wasn’t coming to see you to ease your conscious. I’d gone years without knowing you truly existed. It wasn’t until recently that your existence was thrown in my face.
See, my mother held onto your confidentiality. It wasn’t until your wife sent a letter to my mother, informing her of your pending demise. Your wife, along with my mother, plotted to have me killed. For my mother, it was for the money. For your wife, it was purely because I share your DNA. A few weeks ago, your wife sent some guys to
kill me, since my mother’s attempt didn’t work. I’d been realized you not wanting anything to do with me had to do with what you wanted the world to see. Trust, I know that feeling. I’m not mad, nor am I angry. I’ve forgiven you a long time ago. You can die peacefully.
One thing though, before you die. Your wife is going to prison for the rest of her life,” I finished.
His pale, gray, sad eyes, glistened with tears.
“I’m so very sorry, Kimmy. I should’ve been a better man. You didn’t deserve to be harmed, because of my decisions. Do with her what you must, I no longer care,” he stated, before closing his eyes.
Touching his forehead, I turned from him. Eyeing the three crazy men who were peering down at the shriveling woman, as she shook with fear. Stepping towards them, their stance didn’t change, but hers did. She pulled bravado from somewhere. She frowned at me as if I disgusted her.
“Is everything set, Gregory?” I questioned, ignoring her ass.
He nodded, without moving his eyes from her. My words caused something in her to snap.
“You have no proof that I did anything. You can not listen to a man who lost his good sense months ago. Kimmy, is it? I will take you to court to contest his Will. He was not of sound mind when he changed it,” she spat, eyeing me.
Stepping into her face caused her to jib away from me.
“Let me tell yah hateful ass something about me. I never issue out fruitless threats. Do you really think I would be here saying what the fuck I said, if I didn’t have fucking proof? Bitch, yo ass is going the fuck down. I don’t give a good got damn about his money and shit. Yah ass do. Contest whatever the fuck you want. You’ll be doing that shit from a fucking jail cell,” I seethed, ready to choke her ass.
She cringed at my words.
“Calm down, Bambi, you did good,” Racks whispered, in my ear, pulling me to him.
“Damn, if Stallion was here, this bitch would be sliced, diced, and shot. Fuck, I miss my woman,” Stone added.
Banks and Gregory chuckled at the look on his face. He truly gets off on Preshus’ violent ass.
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