Kingpin Wifeys

  Season II

  Part 5 : If God is For Us

  By K. Elliott

  Copyright 2015 by K. Elliott.

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  First eBook Edition: September 2015

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

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  Chapter 1

  Craig jumped to his feet and said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

  Jada ignored his silly ass. She wanted to slap the fuck out of him and said, "So, damn! It has come down to this. You're fucking trannies!" She chuckled then turned to Miss America who was clearly offended by Jada's use of the word tranny.

  Jada said, "I'm about to go off in this motherfucker and it has nothing to do with you. So don't get offended." But it was too late. She was already offended but she could see that Jada was pissed. Miss America stood there huffing with her hands on her hips. Her mascara was running. It had been a very rough night.

  Jada faced Craig again. Their eyes locked as she examined him. The once handsome white man was thin, unkempt and seemed almost fragile. An expensive shirt swallowed his frail body. He wore scuffed, blue and white Pumas. What a hot-ass mess, Jada thought.

  Jada said, "I really can't stand yo ass."

  Craig recognized the hurt in her eyes. "I need help. Everybody knows that." He threaded a hand through his hair.

  "I don't give a damn about you needin' help."

  Miss America clasped her hands behind her back and rocked from side to side impatiently. She could tell that these two shared a complicated history. They'd fucked and were possibly old lovers. "I'll be out in the hallway."

  Jada said to her, "Don't worry. He's not going anywhere."

  When the door closed, she turned to Craig. "Why'd you do it?"

  "They were going to get him anyway. It was just a matter of time and you know it." Craig said.

  Jada was about to sit on the edge of the bed before remembering this wasn't her room and she knew that Craig and that goddamned tranny had been doing God-knows-what on the bed. She hated to even think about it. There was a chair beside the desk in the corner. She marched right past Craig's ass and sat at the desk.

  "They were going to get him. What don't you understand about that?" Craig said.

  "I'll tell you what I do understand." She balled her fist. "I understand that a coke head, tranny-fucking doctor was looking for a way out and he wanted to save his own ass."

  "What was I supposed to do? I couldn't go to prison. What about my kids?"

  "You murdered that girl and you know it."

  "And I never said I didn't."

  "But you said that Shamari made you do it. You're the one that stuffed that girl's tits."

  "I didn't mean for it to happen."

  "But it did."

  "You didn't think they weren't going to catch up with Shamari? For God's sake! He attempted to murder a federal witness!"

  "He didn't do that."

  "Well, he had somebody do it for him." Craig said.

  Craig never thought he would see Jada again, and he knew how she felt about Shamari. He had often imagined how she must have felt. He'd read online that Shamari had received a life sentence and that he didn't need to worry about retaliation from him, but it didn't make him feel any better because he knew that when he lied on Shamari, he had hurt Jada in the process. Craig stood and paced as Jada's eyes followed him. She was not going to let him get out of the room.

  Finally, he stopped pacing and said, "All you can think about is how you feel. What about how I felt?"

  "How you felt? As a matter of fact, I really don't give a flying fuck how you felt. All I know is my man is in prison."

  "Your man?" he said sarcastically.

  "You know what I mean."

  "I knew you cared about him, but you didn't love him. If you loved him, you wouldn't have fucked me. Jada, you're an expensive whore and that's why it shouldn't have surprised me that you ended up escorting."

  Jada sprang from the chair, thinking did this motherfucker just say what she thought he said? Did he just call her a ho? She slapped the fuck out of him and he grabbed his jaw and attempted to restrain her. She slapped him again and said, "Don't put yo goddamned hands on me! First of all, I am not an escort. I came here for a friend because yo broke ass is trying to get out of paying."

  "I'm going to pay. I'll have the rest of the money tomorrow."

  Jada said, "If you ever fix your face to call me a ho again, I will kill you. I swear to God."

  Craig laughed and said, "So, you're here so I won't leave?"

  "Exactly!"

  He laughed again and this pissed Jada the fuck off. God, she couldn't stand to look at this man. She couldn't stand his sarcastic-ass laugh. Why was this motherfucker so arrogant? He was a fuckin' cokehead. She swung wildly at him but missed and he grabbed her arms.

  "Let me go, motherfucker." Jada said through clenched teeth.

  TeTe barged into the room. "What's going on in here, Jada?"

  "I'm going to kill this motherfucker if he don't let me go."

  "You know him?"

  "In a previous life."

  TeTe's expression dulled. "Get your hands off of her or I swear to you I got goons waiting on me downstairs, and they'll come up here and toss your ass out the window and make it look like you jumped," TeTe said.

  Craig released Jada and she slapped the fuck out him again. Jada's hand was now imprinted on Craig's jaw.

  TeTe took Jada by the arm and whispered, "I need you to calm down before hotel security shows up. I could hear you as soon as I got off the elevator."

  Jada was huffing. "I'm calm."

  "Would you mind stepping into the hallway?"

  "Rot in hell!" Jada screamed at Craig.

  He laughed out loud again and he was just as sarcastic as ever.

  When Jada was outside the room, TeTe revealed a pink 9mm. "So, you were saying that you were not going to pay all the money?"

  "I never said that."

  "Oh, it must have been a misunderstanding." TeTe smiled and stuffed the gun in the black crocodile Louis Vuitton bag.

  "It was."

  Chapter 2

  It was forty-three degrees and the air conditioner was on full blast inside the interrogation room. Black had his arms tucked inside his T-shirt to provide some type of warmth but a short cop with a small afro named Stanton said, "I need you to take your arms out from underneath your shirt."

  Black did exactly what the man asked and said, "It's your world, Boss Man. I just live in it."

  Black sat at the short cafeteria-styled table surrounded by cops just like he'd done so many times before. Ever since he was a juvenile he'd been sitting there, and every time they interrogated him, he'd offer the same piece of information. Nothing. Nothing at all.

  The three cops, Stanton, Kearns and Williams, stared at Black before breaking the silence.

  Stanton asked, "So, where were you on May 18th at 6pm?"

  "Hell, I don't know. I can't tell you where I was three days ago."

  "Do you know Melvin Beatty?"

  "Who?"

  "Melvin Beatty, a.k.a. Popcorn."

  "I'd have to see a picture of him."

  Kearns presented a black and white mug-shot of thirty-one-year-old Popcorn.

  Black said, "I've seen him a few times."

  "You've done business with him a few times, you mean."

  "I don't know what you're talking about. I've seen you a few times," Black said, "but it doesn't mean I've done any kind of business with you. What kind of business are you referring to, sir?"

  "Black, don't give me that bullshit. You know damn well what I'm talking about. You're a goddamned drug dealer. The only business you've ever known."

  "Maybe Popcorn is a drug dealer but I'm a professional gambler."

  "Have you ever gambled with Popcorn?" Williams asked.

  Kearns turned to his partner and said, "Don't feed into his bullshit. He's a dope boy and that's all he's ever been."

  "What if I told you that you were seen leaving Popcorn's house shortly after the murder?" Kearns said.

  "Me?" Black sounded surprised.

  "Yes you, motherfucker." Williams said.
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br />   "Who said I was?"

  "Your baby mother."

  "Was she there too?"

  "You're a smart ass."

  "Look man, are you accusing me of murder?"

  "That's exactly what we're accusing you of. So if you want to, go ahead and admit it and maybe we can get you a deal." Williams said.

  Black wanted to laugh at the silly motherfucker for even thinking that he would ever admit to anything. But more than that, he wanted to tell him to back up because his breath smelled like shit.

  Kearns said, "I can tell you right now that he's not going to say a word. He's not going to talk. He's never said one word. He's been breaking the law since he was fourteen years old. He knows how to game the system."

  "I told you I wasn't saying shit until my lawyer was here. I've already said too much."

  Black was tapping the table. Not because he was afraid or nervous but because he was bored. He'd called his attorney and Joey Turch had said he was about to go to Florida to see his parents. Black had told him to bring his ass downtown right away. When Joey Turch stepped inside the interrogation room, he asked the police to give him a minute with his client.

  Turch was much thinner than Black remembered. He was wearing an expensive, grey, pinstriped Versace suit and had a spray tan. His hair was moussed and spiked. Black didn't like that look on him at all. He looked cheap and shady, but Black knew that if anybody could get him off, it was Joey Turch.

  Turch sat across from Black and said, "Goddamn it, Tyrann. What the hell have you gotten into this time?"

  Black made eye contact with his attorney. He wanted to cry and if Joey wasn't in the room and if the camera wasn't on him, he would have done exactly that.

  "You want to tell me what happened?"

  "Nothing happened."

  "Something fuckin' happened or you wouldn't be charged with triple homicide. Did you do it?"

  Black stared at the camera that was situated in the top right-hand corner of the room.

  "The camera has been turned off." Joey Turch and Black made lingering eye contact and Turch said, "Did you do it?"

  Nothing from Black.

  "Look, you're going to have to talk to me and tell me the truth or I'm leaving right now because I can't help you."

  "I didn't murder anyone, but I was with the man that did."

  Turch looked confused.

  "So you were at the scene of the crime?"

  "Yeah, I was there. My friend was the triggerman. He pulled the trigger. He killed the three men."

  "Why? What happened?"

  "A deal that went wrong." Black dropped his head and though Turch was his attorney, he felt like was on The First 48. He felt like he was telling on a man that had been loyal to him, but he had to tell his attorney the truth.

  "Yeah, I was inside the house making the deal."

  "And you were about to get robbed?"

  "No, not really. Well, I was selling some bad shit and the guy found out. Thought I was trying to beat him out of the bread and he wanted to kill me. He was going to kill me."

  Turch ran his finger through his moussed hair. His fingers were now greasy and sticky.

  "Damn it, Tyrann! Why were you selling bad shit?"

  "I didn't know it was bad."

  "What do you mean you didn't know it was bad?" Joey Turch had represented the worst of the worst and his clients loved him. They trusted him and he spoke their language when he needed to.

  "Look, I got a new plug and it was the first time that I ever dealt with them."

  "So the plug gave you some bad dope and you tried to sell it. But the people you were going to sell it to, found out it was no good and they were going to kill your ass but your friend squeezed first."

  "L was in the car—."

  "Who is L?"

  "My friend that was with me."

  "Continue."

  "He got out to take a piss and he heard the commotion. He peeked inside the window and fired and killed the man who was pointing the gun at me."

  "Where is L?"

  "L is dead."

  "Retaliation?"

  "No something totally different."

  "Tell me."

  "He got murdered in a home invasion."

  "So L was no church deacon, how do you know him?"

  "Prison."

  Joey Turch was deep in thought and Black was studying his face wondering what he was thinking. He knew Joey had always been cool with him and they had a mutual respect. Turch had to be thinking that he was a total fuck up.

  " L is dead?"

  "Yup."

  "And you have a triple murder case that you have to fight. Damn, L might have gotten the best of this situation."

  "Tell me about it."

  "So after L murders the three people, what happens?"

  "He throws me over his shoulder, takes me to the car and we drive away."

  "Nobody saw you? No witnesses?"

  "None."

  "You're going to get indicted and I'm going to fight for you. That's all I can promise you."

  "What about bond?"

  "For triple murder? Nobody gets out on bond for triple murder."

  "What happened to all this tough talk? I thought you were the best attorney in Atlanta?"

  "Look, I'm sorry but nobody gets out on triple murder. You need to call Jesus for a bond, but I'm heading to Florida for my parent's wedding anniversary celebration. I'll speak with the D.A. when I return."

  Chapter 3

  The prison yard was closed for head count. Correction officer Hankerson escorted Shamari to the hospital. When Shamari entered the small room in the hospital, he saw exactly who he had expected to see. Agents David Carroll and Scott Chandler were sitting at a table with two yellow legal pads and pens placed in the center of the table as if Shamari was going to snitch on Black. As soon as Shamari made eye contact with the cops, he turned to exit the room.

  "Before you leave, you might want to hear us out."

  "I ain't got shit to say."

  "Just to let you know, your boy has been charged with triple homicide. It's over for him."

  Shamari stopped in his tracks before turning and facing them again. Chandler was loading the yellow pads back into a briefcase. He hadn't expected Shamari to turn around.

  "What are you talking about?"

  "Tyrann has been charged with a triple homicide. He was picked up a few nights ago," Chandler said.

  "Really? I don't believe you."

  "Yes, it's true." Carroll said as Shamari approached the table and sat opposite the two agents.

  "If he's been charged with triple murder, what the fuck do you want with me?"

  "Just want you to jump on the train. Tyrann is going down with or without you."

  "Well, it will be without me."

  "Look," Chandler said, the pen was out and he was flicking it again. He scribbled a line on the yellow paper to make sure it was working. "Brooks, we know you didn't deserve the time. We want to help you. We want to get you out of here."

  "Ten years is still a long motherfucking time."

  "Maybe you won't have to do ten years. Maybe you can get immediate release."

  "And have the whole city questioning my street cred? Get the fuck out of here."

  Chandler and Carroll stood at the same time. Chandler placed the pad and pen back into the briefcase. Chandler made eye contact with Shamari who was still seated and he said, "Brooks, you know how to reach us."

  Shamari said, "What if I can give you something else? Some better information?"

  Carroll said, "What?"

  "Government corruption."

  "What are you talking about?"

  "I have information about a government official accepting bribes."

  Both of the agents sat down at the same time.

  "Who is the official?"

  "The mayor."

  "What do you know and how do you know it?" Chandler said.

  "I'm friends with his daughter," Shamari lied. Black was friends with the daughter but they didn't need to know that.

  "What else can you tell us? Who is his daughter?"

  "I need an attorney."

  "What are you talking about? Making sure your attorney is present? You contacted us. We didn't contact you the first time," Chandler said.

  Carroll said, "Have your attorney call us and let's schedule a time to meet."

  Chapter 4

  Inside Fresh's new townhome, he walked barefoot on his beautiful bamboo floors with his iPhone in his hand. He was peeking in on Jada's Instagram and he was furious. He was staring at a picture of two plates of food and it was hash tagged Houston's. It was obvious to him that this bitch was out with a man. Fresh scrolled through the rest of her pictures. Pictures of the Hawks game and the shooting range. It was that clown-ass dude that she was with at the basketball game. He logged out of Instagram, jumped into his car and headed over to her hotel. He made his way to her room and banged on the door. She opened and was wearing a pair of running shorts and a pink T-shirt with the words 'God is the Plug" in wintergreen letters.