Kingpin wifeys season 3.., p.10
Kingpin Wifeys Season 3 Part 1 Thicker Than Blood,
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Micky recognized one of the men. The guy that had been talking shit to her in Magic City.
“Remember me, bitch?”
“Fuck you!”
“No, fuck you.”The man unbuckled his pants.
“What are you doing?”Micky asked.
The man stood over Micky and said, “I’m ‘bout to show you that you’re a bitch and you need to stay in a bitch’s place.”
He inched closer to her and she kicked his shin. She scrambled to get away but two men restrained her.
Kelsey lunged onto one of the men’s back and clawed his face with her long nails before being slammed hard to the pavement on her pretty little face.
Micky cried out.
“No need of crying now, bitch. You want to be a man.”
“No man do this,” Micky said. “Do you know who my brother is? If you fuck with me, I swear to God, Stunna will kill all of y’all.”
“Fuck you and Stunna. Right now, only God can save you,” the man said then tucked his dick back in his drawers. “There is only one way out. Tell me where some work is and I won’t fuck your manly ass. If you don’t tell me where the work is, you are surely getting fucked today.”
“I ain’t telling you where shit is.”
Kelsey said, “I will take you to the house. Please don’t hurt her.”
New York moved toward her and said, “Where is her house? Where does she live?”
Micky looked at Kelsey. Her facial expression said, Bitch, why did you open your mouth?
The two men were still restraining Micky. New York removed his dick from his pants. “Rip that bitch’s clothes off.”
“You said you weren’t going to hurt her.”
“I lied. This bitch is going to get fucked tonight.”
“No. No. No. Don’t do it.”
Micky’s eyes teared up.
CHAPTER 17
DeSean Cummings lay on his stomach while Ava gave him a back massage. He was crying and when Ava noticed him crying, she asked him what was wrong, but he didn’t answer. She sprang from the bed and said, “Did something bad happen?”
He stood and grabbed his shirt from the chair. “No.”
She kept pressing. He had requested her six times and she considered him not just a client, but a friend. He grabbed a robe from the door and stepped into the bathroom. She overheard him bawling and it was freaking her out. Rarely did she see a grown-ass man crying. She burst into the door and he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
She draped her arms around him. She wanted to console him to let him know that everything was going to be all right. His tears trickled down his face.
“Nobody wants me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I was waived from the team.”
“Waived? What the hell does that mean?”
“I was cut.”
“That’s not the end of the world.”
“Nobody else has picked me up and my agent says it might be over for me. Nobody wants to deal with me. It’s the end of my world. This is all I have done since I was a little boy. What else can I do?”
“You have money.”
“I have money but not a purpose.”
“What about your children?”
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right. I don’t understand how a grown man, a spoiled-ass rich millionaire, could be crying because he got cut from a team. There are people out here with some real-ass issues, my friend.”
“And I’m not saying they don’t, but this is my issue.”
“You need to get it together!”she yelled and it surprised him. She knew that this was not what he wanted to hear, but it was what he needed to hear.
“I’m twenty-eight and washed up.”
“So when did you plan to retire?”
“I never wanted to retire.”
She said, “Look, you live a good life. You have a wife and kids. Whether you play football or not, life is good.”
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right.”
“I’ve been playing since I was eight years old. This is my life.”
She now felt bad for him. His self-worth was tied up in a silly-ass game.
He exited the bathroom and she trailed him. He grabbed a bottle of Hennessy that sat on the nightstand and poured a glass. “Do you think you can call your friend?”
“You have coke.”
Picking up his pants that were lying on the floor, he found an eight ball. “I forgot about this.”Then he drank more liquor and then he said, “I need more.”
“More what?”
“More white girl.”He dug into his pockets and handed her a thousand dollars. “Go get me an ounce.”
“That’s too much.”
His eyes pleaded with her soul. He was in hell. He absolutely needed her at this moment. She was against self-medication, but the way his eyes looked, he needed this coke to save his life.
“Please do it.”
She slid into her jeans, which had been lying on a chair across the room. Three minutes later, she bolted out of the door and called Jada.
“I need some white girl.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m at the Four Seasons again.”
“I’ll meet you at the bar in an hour.”
“Okay, perfect. “
Forty-five minutes later, Jada called and asked Ava what she would be wearing. She wanted to spot her easily in a crowd.
“A pair of jeans and wifebeater.”
“Perfect. See you in fifteen.”
Fifteen minutes later, Ava strolled into the bar searching for Jada who had told her that she was sitting at the bar having a martini. She scanned the room and the first person she saw was Shamari. He approached her.
She asked, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m supposed to meet some girl for Jada.”Then he looked her over once and said, “Oh damn, it was you that wanted the coke. What the fuck?”
“I can explain.”
“So you’re here to sell ass?”
Ava was fuming and her eyes were pleading and hoping Shamari would understand. That goddamned Jada had set her up. How would she explain to Shamari that she had been working as a high-class escort? She really liked him. Damn!
***
It was 3.56 a.m. when Starr’s phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hello, baby.”
She sat up in the bed and looked at the clock. “Who the fuck is this?”
“It’s me, Q.”
“I don’t want to talk to you. How did you call me?”
“I just got out.”
“What?”
“Yes, I just bonded out and I want to see you.”
“I don’t want to see you.”
“I have shit I want to explain to you.”
“There is no need.”She ended the call and wondered how in the fuck did he get out.
***
Stunna staggered out of the bed and picked his phone up from the dresser. He saw that he had sixteen missed calls. His phone had been on silence. Blue had called him eight times. He dialed him.
“What’s up?”
“I’m at the hospital.”
“What’s wrong? Is it Noni?”
“No. Micky got raped last night.”
“What? Hell no. Who did it?”
Stunna started pacing and his heart was beating fast. Who had raped his sister? Who was dumb enough to fuck with her? Had she been somewhere running her mouth? What kind of nigga rapes a dyke? None of this shit mattered to him at this moment. Somebody had raped his sister and they had to be dealt with. Somebody had to pay with their life. He put on his shoes and was running out the house before he realized that he didn’t have any pants on. He calmed himself down. He decided to take a shower and then headed to the hospital.
CHAPTER 18
It was eight a.m. in the morning and Jada was backing out of her garage to head to the gym when she noticed a man in the rearview mirror standing behind her. He approached the side of the car and she lowered the window. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, Jada, I just need a moment of your time.”
“Who are you and how the fuck do you know my name?”
He flashed his badge. “I’m FBI Agent
Barry Daniels.”
She sighed and said, “And what the fuck do you want with me?”
“Can we go inside for a moment?”
She looked around. There was nobody outside, but it would be just a matter of time before one of her nosey-ass neighbors came outside. She parked the car and they walked inside.
“I would offer you some water, but I don’t want you to stay.”
He laughed and examined her body. “You’re more gorgeous than I thought you would be.”
“What can I help you with?”
“I want you to get Shamari or Fresh to work with me.”
“Please, you’d have a better chance of curing cancer than having me approach anybody for you.”
“It’s in your best interest.”
“It’s in your best interest to get the hell out my house.”
“Look, I helped Shamari get out of prison.”
“That’s Shamari’s problem, not mine.”
“Jada, I’m going to offer you a deal. Help me and I’ll help you. I promise not to send the cops to get Fresh. After all, he is a wanted man. A double murder in the state of Texas is not a good look.”
“Do what you gotta do.”
“Now, you’re going to force me to use my hole card.”
“And what card is that?”
He removed a cellphone from his pocket. “You know what this is?”
“A phone.”
“Not just anybody’s phone.”
“Whose phone is it?”
“Black’s.”
“Okay, you got Black’s phone.”
“What do you think Fresh is going to say if I show him this phone?”
“I don’t know and I don’t give a fuck.”
Daniels powered on the phone and scrolled to the text messages and said, “Here is a text message from you.”
Jada looked at the phone and read the message she had sent Black. Black, you were amazing last night. I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time. Now every time I think of Bryson Tiller’s song ‘Don’t’, I’m going to think about you. Come over tonight and finish what you started.
Daniels looked at her. “Damn! I don’t know if Fresh or Shamari is going to take this too well.”
Jada’s mouth flew open and she sat down and said, “How did you get this? You killed Black, didn’t you?”
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K. Elliott, aka The Well Fed Black Writer, penned his first novel, Entangled, in 2003. Although he was offered multiple signing deals, Elliott decided to found his own publishing company, Urban Lifestyle Press.
Bookstore by bookstore, street vendor by street vendor, Elliott took to the road selling his story. He did not go unnoticed, selling 50,000 units in his first year and earning a spot on the Essence Magazine Bestsellers list.
Since Entangled, Elliott has published five titles of his own and two more on behalf of authors signed to Urban Lifestyle Press. For one book, The Ski Mask Way, Elliott was selected to co-author with hip-hop superstar 50 Cent. Along the way, he has continued to look for innovative ways to push his books to his fans while keeping down his overhead.
Elliott is passionate about sharing what he has learned with aspiring authors, and has conducted learning webinars filled with information on what works best for him. He is the author of numerous best-sellers including Dilemma, Street Fame, Treasure Hunter, Dear Summer, Entangled, The Godsend Series and the hugely intriguing Kingpin Wifeys Series.
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