KINGPIN WIFEYS

  Season 3 - Vol I

  Thicker Than Blood

  By K. Elliott

  Copyright © 2016 by Urban Lifestyle Press

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  June 2016

  OTHER TITLE BY K. ELLIOTT

  Kingpin Wifeys Series

  Season I

  Kingpin Wifeys Part 1

  Kingpin Wifeys Part 2

  Kingpin Wifeys Part 3

  Kingpin Wifeys Part 4: Jada's Story

  Kingpin Wifeys Part 5: Lani's Dilemma

  Kingpin Wifeys Part 6: A Starr is Born

  Kingpin Wifeys Part 7: Who Do You Love?

  Kingpin Wifeys Part 8: Finale for Season 1

  Season II

  Kingpin Wifeys 1: A Dollar Before Sunset

  Kingpin Wifeys 2: The Bad Guy

  Kingpin Wifeys 3: Going Hard

  Kingpin Wifeys 4: Black Widow

  Kingpin Wifeys 5: If God for Us

  Kingpin Wifeys 6: Wages of Sin

  Kingpin Wifeys 7: Finale

  Dilemma

  Dear Summer

  Entangled

  Treasure Hunter

  Street Fame

  Godsend Series

  Godsend 1: A Necessary Evil

  Godsend 2: The Search for Rochelle

  Godsend 3: Pissed All The Way Off

  Godsend 4: Hiding In Plain Sight

  Godsend 5: Blasphemy Out West

  Godsend 6: All Jokes Aside

  Godsend Full Length Novel: The Weight of Echo

  Godsend 7: The Halo Effect

  Godsend 8: The Value of a Woman

  Godsend 9: Square In The Mouth

  Godsend 10: That Stupid Hooker

  Godsend 11:Taken for Granite

  Godsend 12:The Audacity

  Godsend 13: Selling Woof Tickets

  Godsend 14: Ass to Kiss

  Table of Contents

  OTHER TITLE BY K. ELLIOTT

  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

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  CHAPTER 1

  Agent Daniels stood between the lifeless bodies of Black and Agent Malarkey. FBI agents Mark Dumas and David Mackins arrived at the scene in a dark blue Ford transit van five minutes after Daniels radioed in the words “officer down.” Dumas was the driver; Mackins rode shotgun, both were part of Daniels’s posse. A Honduran by the name of Francisco Valdez was hogtied and gagged; Lay on the floor in the back of the van. Days earlier the agents had robbed Valdez of two thousand kilos of heroin.

  For two days they had tortured the man, gouging his eyes with pens, burning his ass cheeks with hot irons, trying to get him to give up his connect. The agents wanted to rob the connect because they knew that there were more drugs somewhere.

  Valdez wouldn’t talk. He said that his whole family would be murdered if he sold out his connect, and for that reason, he had to die. Valdez was a slim Hispanic man with a full head of curly hair. He was wearing a pair of gray soccer sweat pants and a pair of light blue Adidas running shoes. Dumas and Mackins dragged him out of the van. Valdez had refused to give them the information, and now it was time to pay.

  After Dumas and Mackins dragged Valdez out of the van, Mackins removed the gag from Valdez’s mouth.

  Daniels said, “Are you ready to talk?”

  Valdez looked up at Daniels and spat on his leg. “Fuck you. I’d rather die than put my family at risk.”

  Daniels blasted him in the back of the head.”Valdez’s brains oozed from the side of his head. The story would be that Valdez met Daniels and Malarkey for an undercover buy. Valdez suspected that they were the police. Valdez shot Malarkey and Daniels shot Valdez.

  Daniels didn’t feel good about killing Agent Malarkey, but he had to go. Mark Dumas had found out from an informant that Malarkey had been pinched and he had planned to give Daniels up. Once they put out the story that Valdez shot Agent Malarkey and that Daniels had shot Valdez, Daniels would be a hero.

  They would later load Black’s body in the back of the van and dump it off on the side of the highway. People would figure the LA boys killed him, or the Detroit boys, or possibly some gangsters from Atlanta. Black had a lot of enemies. It was important for Daniels to cover this up. If word got around that he had murdered Black, none of the Atlanta gangsters that were paying him would ever trust him.

  ***

  It was 6:32 a.m. when Q heard a knock on the door. He hopped out of the bed and slid into a pair of blue shorts. The knocking was getting louder. It was probably the concierge or perhaps the trash valet. They sometimes knocked to see if he had any trash. There was more knocking. He heard voices, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. The valet had never knocked this aggressively.

  He dashed through the rooms and when he opened the door, there were three police officers. Two plainclothes and a uniformed cop. Q recognized the black uniformed officer, from the time when he had come to his house for threatening Terrell, the basketball player who had been trying to see Starr. The two plainclothes were white.

  One of the white cops stepped forward, He looked to be around thirty. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a pleasant, clean-shaven face.

  Q eyed the black cop and said, “What is the problem?”

  “We have a warrant for your arrest.”

  Q’s eyebrows rose and then he looked at the black cop. “Is this about the communicating a threat charge on Terrell’s punk ass?”

  The black man said, “No, that issue has been resolved.”

  “Okay, I’m confused.”

  The young officer presented Q with the warrant and said, “Mr. Mills, you’re under arrest for conspiracy to murder.”

  “Murder who?”

  “Trey Carter.”

  “What? This is straight up bullshit and ya’ll know ya’ll ain’t got nothing on me.”

  The black officer removed his cuffs from his belt and said, “I’m going to need for you to turn around.”

  Q turned around without a fight. What was he supposed to do? He was outnumbered.

  The man placed the cuffs on Q’s wrists and said, “Tell me if these are too tight.”

  Q said, “This is some bullshit.”

  The third officer who had been quiet said, “You’ll have your chance to tell your side of the story.”

  “I don’t have shit to say until I hire an attorney. Can I get some shoes? I can’t go downtown with only socks.”Q said.

  The black man led Q to the bedroom and he slid into a pair of Nikes. Then they hauled his ass down to the station.

  ***

  Two days after Black’s funeral, Shamari used his sister’s car to drive down to Black’s father’s junkyard. Bankhead Bo, shirtless and wearing blue and white pajama bottoms, stepped out onto the porch.

  A freckled-faced white woman named Becca stood up and said, “Bo, you need to put your shirt on. It’s chilly out here.”

  He turned to her and snarled, “Woman, it’s the middle of April.”

  “It’s still chilly.”

  “Look, woman, I call the shots ‘round here. Not you.”

  He stared at Shamari and said, “Do I know you?”

  “Yeah, I’m Black’s friend.”

  “Black? Black ain’t got no friends now. Black in the ground.”

  “Well, I’m his friend to the end.”

  Becca disappeared into the house and came back outside with a T-shirt. She tried to hand it to Bo, but he refused it.

  “I done told you I ain’t wearing no shirt.”

  Becca stepped back inside.

  Bo said, “I know you. You’re the red boy that was with Jr. that night we had to dispose of that body.

  “Yeah.”

  “The English professor.”

  “Huh?”

  “The one correcting my English.”

  Shamari laughed.

  “What can I help you with?”

  “Just checking on you.”

  “I mean I don’t know what to tell you ‘cept this isn’t the way life is supposed to happen. I ain’t ‘posed to bury my kids. They are ‘posed to bury me.”Bo looked as if he wanted to cry and Shamari felt sorry for the man.

  Bo sa
t on the porch and Shamari took a seat on the step below him.

  “So, what happened? I been asking people and nobody seems to know what happened.”

  “What do you mean what happened? Ain’t you his partna?”

  “The day he got killed was the day I got out of prison.”

  Bo said, “One helluva coincidence.”

  “Hey, I didn’t kill Black.”

  “I’m just sayin’.”

  “Don’t say that.”

  “The truth is,” Bo paused and said, “What the hell is yo name again?”

  “Shamari.”

  “Mari.”

  “Yeah, that’ll work.”

  “The truth is, Mari, I don’t know who in the fuck killed my son, and that’s a fucked up feeling. I heard he had been beefing with some dudes out of Detroit and somebody said he had some trouble with some niggas out of LA. I don’t know.”

  “I don’t want to go back to prison, but I have to get them. I owe Black that much.”

  Bo said, “We gotta get ‘em.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Three months later, Shamari lay in the tiny bed in his sister’s extra bedroom and stared at a club picture of him and Black. He remembered that night at Club Compound and, Black convinced twin sisters that they were producing a movie and they took the girls back to Black’s home. Black sexed one of them and Shamari was about to screw the other, but he needed condoms. He didn’t want to disturb Black, so he drove to the store. When he returned to his room, he found Black doggy styling “his” girl. Black’s excuse: “Bruh! I couldn’t tell them apart.”Legitimate excuse except, they weren’t even identical. Shamari laughed, thinking about him. Damn, he missed Black.

  Shamari had been free from prison for a few months now. He and Jada were on good terms, but she had made it clear that she was enjoying her single life and didn’t want a relationship with him. For now, he lived with his sister and her piece-of-shit-boyfriend, Hunch. He staggered out of bed, did a quick set of fifty pushups, and then kissed the pic of Black. He pointed to the sky and said, “I know you looking down on me, big bruh, and I’m going to get revenge for you.”

  Hunch, barged into the room, wearing a tiny, dingy-ass shirt that struggled to cover his mountainous belly.

  Shamari said, “Bruh, how many times I gotta tell you not to bust up in my room like that?”He wanted to slap the fuck out of Hunch but he couldn’t and he didn’t. Hunch was, after all, his sister’s man.

  “My bad, brother-in-law, but some dude out on the porch wanting to see you.”

  “Ty?”Ty was a dude that Shamari had met inside. He was released after doing fifteen years.

  “No, it’s not Ty. I ‘member Ty. This dude taller than Ty and darker.”

  “Did he tell you his name?”

  “Said his name was D.”

  “I don’t know no motherfuckin’ D. How does he look?”

  “Bald. Dark. With a beard.”

  Shamari jumped up, grabbed his shirt that was lying on the bed and waltzed through the kitchen where his sister scrambled egg whites. He pecked her on the cheek.

  Shamari looked back at Hunch and said, “Where the hell is D?”

  “He’s on the porch.”

  Shamari stepped onto the porch and spotted D. “Can I help you?”

  “Need to talk to you.”

  “Man, first of all, how the fuck do you know me and why you coming over my sister’s house?”

  “It’s about Black.”

  “You’re a friend of Black?”

  “Yes and no.”

  “Da fuck you mean?”

  “Can you shut the door?”

  “Bruh, this is my sister’s house. Anything you gotta talk to me about, we can talk with the door open.”

  “I’m the one that got you out of prison.”

  “What?”

  Daniels presented an FBI badge and ID.

  “You’re a Fed?”

  “Please shut the door so we can talk.”

  Shamari slammed the door.

  “Black and I were business partners.”

  “What?”

  “I helped him. He helped me.”

  “What the fuck you mean? Black was a rat?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Well, the only time I hear about somebody helping the police, they snitching.”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “What?”

  Daniels rocked from one leg to the other.

  “What do you want?”

  “I want to help you.”

  “Help me?”

  “You’re going to need money.”

  “I don’t need money that bad.”

  “So, what? You think you’re going to get a job?”

  “A job? I ain’t never had a job in my life and I ain’t ‘bout to get no job.”

  Daniels took a step forward and said, “This is how it worked. Homeland Security had an open investigation on Black and Dr. Craig Matthews recanted his statement on you. I made Black’s investigation go away and I helped you get out of jail.”

  “For what price? What did it cost Black for this?”

  “He helped me and I helped him.”

  “What does that supposed to mean?”

  “Say I make a bust. I bust someone for a hundred kilos. Twenty-five of those kilos might get lost and find their way back on the street. That’s where Black came in. I never once asked him what any other dealer was doing because I knew that he wouldn’t help me, but he was smart enough to help himself.”

  “Good for him. Black was a pretty smart guy. I’m not as smart, though.”

  Daniels passed Shamari a business card.

  Shamari said, “I won’t need any card.”He ripped the card in half.

  ***

  Young Dolph’s song Preach blasted through Jada’s fuchsia-colored Beats headphones. Jada stared in the mirror as she did a set of lunges with a pair of fifteen-pound dumbbells. She noticed a woman looking at her. This happened a lot when she came to the gym: admirers, Instagram followers, Snapchat followers, even women wanted to fuck her. She was used to the attention. After another set, the bitch was still staring. She sat the weights down and she was hoping that the headphones would deter the bitch from approaching because though she hated working out, listening to Trap Music motivated her. Young Dolph’s song ended and Panda came on by some artist named Designer, a knockoff version of Future. Although she didn’t know what the fuck he was saying, she had to admit the beat was banging. She did another set of lunges.

  The woman approached and Jada thought the woman was a natural beauty, unlike Jada. Jada prided herself on her skin, but this woman’s skin was flawless and her hair was natural. Jada took her as one of those chicks that washed their hair with juices and berries and gave herself facials with honey, unlike Jada who would rock the fuck out of a twenty-six-inch Brazilian weave and get a nip and tuck as needed to maintain. The woman had the most incredible teeth, and as Jada looked closely, she could tell that she had fillers. Perhaps, she wasn’t so natural after all.

  “I’m Jada.”

  “Ava.”

  Ava kept staring, almost with a lustful look. Jada had slept with women before, but she needed to be drunk. Right now she was completely sober.

  “You come here often?”Ava asked.

  “Not often enough. I rarely have time to make it to the gym.”

  “Job keeps you busy, huh?”

  “Yes,” Jada lied. Who the fuck was this ho’ asking all these questions?

  Jada said, “Nice to meet you, Ava, but I have to finish my workout.”

  “One more question.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I have your number? Maybe we can hang out?”

  “What?”

  “Look, I’m not into girls, but I just moved here from Charlotte and I was looking for some cute chicks to hang out with.”

  Jada stared at country-ass Ava, wearing pink leggings and a sports bra that didn’t even match. She wondered why of all the chicks in the gym, did she want to hang out with her.

  “Ava, what kind of things are you into? I don’t hand my number out to just anybody. Tell me about yourself. You’re from Charlotte. What else?”

  “I just got out of a bad relationship.”

  “Okay, haven’t we all.”

  “It was really bad. We ended up really hating each other.”

  “What was the problem?”

  “He was broke.”She paused. “I don’t mean to come across like a gold digger, but I just can’t deal with broke-ass dudes.”

  “Broke or just in a bad place?”