King of The Hood 2 Page 14

  My presence just made a dumb brawd go stupid by,

  “Who the fuck is you? Did you do this to my daug, I mean, Kimmy?” The carbon copy spat.

  “Yo ass asking the wrong fuckin’ question. Watch yo tone when speaking to me. I saved yo daughter’s life. I ain’t never had to take no fuckin’ pussy,” I barked, causing her ass to shrink.

  She recovered, straightening her self, trying to appear unfazed. Thinking she bout to get bold, I was wrong.

  “Well, thanks for yo services, but yo presence is no longer needed. Go finish thuggin, gang bangin’, or whatever the fuck it is that you do,” the lumberjack barked.

  “Muthafuck,” I started.

  “Jameson,” Kimmy’s groggy voice called out.

  We all turned to face her. Her eyes are still a little swollen. They gave her some drops or something to lessen the swelling. She’s all bruised though, with gashes, lacerations, and cuts, on her body. Her chest has a huge bruise on it. He nose is fractured. She took a beating. If it was a stronger man, she would’ve been in worse shape.

  “How you feeling? Do you know who did this to you?” Lumberjack cooed, moving to her side of the bed.

  I eyed their interaction. She barely kept the frown off her face. Her carbon copy didn’t though.

  “Hol’ up. I know yo ugly ass ain’t wit my Kimmy. She got better taste than yo ass. How deep is yo fuckin’ pockets?” She sassed, eyeing him funny.

  “Kenya,” Kimmy snapped, trying to sit up.

  “What? That’s an honest question. I know he has to have some money, fa’ yah ass to be seen wit his ugly ass. Then this white thug muthafucka. What the fuck are you doing, Kimmy?” She went in, causing Kimmy’s eyes to widen, while Jameson mugged her hoe ass.

  “Ma, Kenya, you have no damn right. How the fuck did you even know I was here? Never mind, I don’t care, you can leave. Jameson, can you please step outside so I can talk to Racks? I need to thank him for saving my life,” she requested in one breath, before flopping back on her pillows, like that action just stole all her wind.

  “Kimmy, yo ass can’t be serious,” Kenya stated, with a look of disbelief on her face.

  “Yes, I’m very fucking serious. Yah ass don’t know how to act. You being rude and disrespectful, for no damn reason. Hell, you ain’t even ask me how I’m doing, before going on your unnecessary rant,” Kimmy spat.

  Kenya blanched like she’d been slapped. Then, a look that I can only describe as hate, flashed across her face, before she cleared it. She still didn’t leave though.

  “Well, that may be so for her, but I’m not leaving. If all you want to do is thank him, do that. Y’all don’t have to be alone for that,” Jameson’s lumberjack ass spat, causing me to chuckle.

  They started having words, in the midst, the door opened. Their attention fell on a murderous looking Stone, and a pissed off Stallion. Shaking my head as I leaned up off the wall. Before a word could be said, I had an arm full of Stallion.

  “Thank you so damn much, Racks. If she was kilt, or hurt worse, I would’ve been devastated. I don’t care why you were on that highway. I just thank God that you were. I don’t know how you feel bout cars, but whenever you are in the mood for something new, let me know. I’ll give you a damn good discount,” she let me know in a rush, before leaning out my embrace.

  Staring at her with confusion written all over my face. She picked up on it.

  “I own ‘High Lines,’” she answered my unasked question, causing my eyes to widen.

  She winked, before spinning on her heels, making it over to Kimmy.

  “Preshus, yo big ass can’t speak? Who’s this strange looking muthafucka yo ugly ass got witchu? I’ll never understand why Kimmy is friends witcho’ ass. It gots to be pity. She’s too fuckin’ gorgeous for the likes of yo ass. I was fuckin’ disgusted when I learned yo out of shape ass was a str-”

  WHAMP! CLICK! SLAM!

  I cringed at the sound of Kenya’s body colliding with the wall. Stallion ass almost sent her ass through that bitch.

  “Oaaww, fuck,” Kenya hissed.

  “Oh, shit,” Stone and I hissed.

  “She’s so stupid,” Kimmy whispered.

  “Finish it, I dare yo hoe ass to. Go head, you bad. Yo ass got so much fuckin’ mouth. Ugly is what the fuck yo uneducated ass is. Take off that lace front, lashes, eyebrows, contacts, press on mole, and makeup, and let’s see what the fuck yo ass really looks like. Yo best bet is to go back to whatever dick you were sucking, and forget you ever knew my name. I’ll end yo ass. The only fuckers who’ll miss you is the trick ass fuckers who’s paying fa’ yo overused pussy and throat. Fuck wit me,” Stallion seethed, while holding a blade to Kenya’s neck.

  She got that old hoe sweating like a runaway slave.

  “Fuck,” Stone grumbled, while biting his lip.

  This niggah crazy as hell, that shit turns his insane ass on.

  “Preshus,” Kimmy whispered, hoarsely.

  I forgot to mention her voice will go in and out, due to dude punching her in her throat to silence her.

  After one final sneer, Preshus whipped her blade up, then stepped back to Kimmy’s bedside. Sitting all that ass on the edge of the bed. She gathered Kimmy in her arms. That did it, Kimmy broke. She wailed, while screaming into Preshus’ chest. Jameson made a move to hug them both.

  “Aye, playboy, I don’t know yo ass. Don’t die tryin’ to be compassionate. Stallion ain’t yo business,” Stone barked, while mugging dude.

  Homeboy froze, staring at Stone, he leaned up outta their personal space.

  “Oh, you got some power, huh? I tell you what, come have a conversation with me. I can promise you, Preshus will be a distant memory,” Kenya flirted.

  This hoe, I thought.

  CLICK! SWOOSH!

  “Aww! Oh my God! She’s trying to kill me!” Kenya shirked, while Preshus’ blade pinned her shirt to the wall.

  “Dayyyuumm,” Stone and I whistled out, before chuckling.

  Preshus stood, retrieved her knife, while grabbing Kenya by the back of the neck like a misbehaving dog, then threw her out the room.

  “Damn, Stone, yo ass better watch yo fuckin’ back, she gonna kill yo ass. Let me holler at yo ass outside,” I spoke.

  “Racks, can I speak to you alone before you leave? Please,” Kimmy pleaded.

  Ole’ boy tensed.

  “Jameson, please, just step outside,” she requested.

  He sighed, before bending over, kissing her on the forehead. I can see he loves her. He got some deep feelings for her ass, but she don’t feel the same.

  Preshus leaned over, saying something to her, then stood, while grabbing her bag. She moved towards the door, followed by Stone, who opened it for her, which earned him a hard eye roll, along with sucked teeth. Jameson followed them, not without giving me a threatening look, that I guess posed to warn me. The shit ain’t do nothin’ but made my hands twitch with the need to wrap them round his thick ass neck, snapping it.

  Silence stretched between us as the door closed. Kimmy tried sitting up straighter in bed, grimacing slightly. Moving to her, I helped her out.

  “Um, thank you,” she whispered.

  Nodding my acceptance, I fell back against the wall.

  “You can, um, take a seat. I know I’m looking all ugly, but don’t let that keep you away from me,” she spoke, joking a little.

  I can tell she’s serious though.

  “You could never be ugly,” I grumbled, not moving.

  “Thank you for saying that,” she accepted, before falling quiet again.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket, taking me off guard for a spilt second.

  “Do you need to get that? I’m sure it’s one of your females, wondering where you are,” she questioned, trying to be smart.

  “Naww, I don’t have females keeping tabs on my ass. I don’t play them kind of fuckin’ games. Speak yo peace,” I shut her down.

  She tried to roll her eyes, but stopped and grimaced.

/>   “I don’t know why, but I feel I owe you an explanation. I thank you for saving me from something that could have been very horrific, more than what it has been. I know who it was that attacked me. He was a guy I was dating. We had been seeing each other for a few months. He felt like because he spent his money on me, I owed him,” she started explaining.

  “Yeah, I know, he mentioned it as I was beating his bitch ass,” I interrupted, causing her face to flame in shame.

  Licking her lips, she wiped a stray tear.

  “Look, Kimmy, you don’t owe me anything. I’m glad I was coming through when I did. You take care,” I spoke, standing from the wall.

  “Wait, Racks, it’s more that I need to say,” she began.

  “Honestly, it ain’t. Kimmy, yo ass got baggage, and some shit to work out. I could give yo ass yo whole life story, but I won’t,” I interrupted her woe is me, and the way my mama raised me story.

  “Racks, how you gonna judge me? You don’t know anything about me. It’s just your opinion you’ve formed of me. Thank you for saving my life, but everything else, save it, okay?” She snapped, causing me to chuckle.

  “I hurt yo feelings, I get it. I’m not judging you. What you did was judge me based on what you are used to and expect. You didn’t take a breath to find out shit bout me. I’mma say this once, so when yo ass approach me the next time, and trust, you will. This way you’ll have yo shit straight.

  Yo mama, who doesn’t allow you to call her mama, taught yo ass at a young age her hoe rules. She turned yo body into a commodity. Somewhere in yo life, some dude yo ass was feeling dropped yo ass. You broke one of the hoe commandments; ‘Thou shalt not catch feelings’. So, instead of changing, you hardened yo heart, while going hard at men wit bigger bank accounts than brains and dick.

  Yo ass got caught up wit a damn fool, who was willing to beat yo ass half to death to get what he felt like you owed his ass. Baby girl, yo ass got a snake round you. You ain’t out this shit yet. That big muthafucka that’s here, I didn’t call his ass. I only called Preshus. I didn’t even call yo mama. Yo phone been wit me the whole fuckin’ time. Now, figure that shit out. Do that shit quick, or the next time, this’ll be yo death bed.”

  Speaking my peace as my feet led me to her bedside. Tears ran down her cheeks like a waterfall. Leaning down pressing my lips against hers. They’re soft, with a hint of salt from her tears. Prying her lips open, I tried to tie her tongue in a knot. Hearing her moan as she got into the kiss, caused me to pull up.

  “Whenever you ready, or really need me. I’m here. No games,” I whispered, harshly, in her ear, before placing one last peck on her lips.

  Placing her phone in her hand, I walked towards the door without looking back, I opened it and stepped out.

  “Yo ass ready now, nigga?” Stone spat, upon seeing me.

  His ass is pissed, and it ain’t got shit to do wit my ass. I can tell Preshus is ignoring his ass. The fuck he do?

  “Yeah, I’m ready. Crybaby. Be good, Stallion,” I called out.

  “Preshus, muthafucka,” Stone hissed.

  Eyeing him, I caught what he ain’t saying. Nodding, I hit’em wit a smirk.

  “Be good, Preshus,” I sang out, causing her to giggle.

  “I shall. Thanks again. Bye, Stone,” she giggled out, with a lil sass at the end.

  He moved with a quickness I ain’t never seen from his ass before. He pressed her body into the wall, while leaning putting all his weight on her. He bent to her ear. Whatever he’s saying, she don’t like it. If the loud ass teeth smacking is anything to go on. Suddenly, he stumbled from her person.

  “I meant what the fuck I said. Yo ass ain’t a fucking man. You fa’ damn sure ain’t my man. Until yo childish ass can talk to me, and fucking apologize, I ain’t got shit to say to yo ass, Ryco,” she spat, before walking in Kimmy’s room.

  The Jameson dude all but ran in there as soon as I stepped out. Pussy whipped muthafucka, I thought, watching a fucked up Stone eye the fuckin’ door like his ass is a spilt second from kicking the bitch off the hinges.

  “Come on, Ryco, before you do some mo’ stupid shit,” I taunted.

  His head snapped in my direction.

  “Fuck you, Conrad. Let’s go. I hope yo ass is rested, if not, let’s get some shut eye, befoe’ we head to the cave,” he spat, walkin’ towards my ass, then pass me.

  I perked up at hearing the cave. The fuck is really going on? I wondered, as we stepped on the elevator. It was no need to talk on it. We don’t speak business in the opening.

  ‘DING.’

  Getting off in the under ground garage. Since I followed the ambulance in, I just pulled in there.

  “Man, I,” Stone started, then stopped.

  Standing still, we listened.

  “No, that’s not what you were paid to do. You were posed to kill her.

  Not tell that weak bitch, Todd, about where she was,” her voice paused.

  “No, you ain’t getting shit,” she spat, before pausing again.

  “I ain’t got to worry bout yo stupid ass killing me. You don’t know how to fucking kill. Well, the two million dollars I promised yo ass is no fuckin’ mo’. She’s not allowed any right now so, you can’t. Just wait until she’s released. She’ll be home, scared. Then you can do it.” She stated, pausing again.

  “I know yo ass ain’t scared of that big ass buffalo, Preshus. Her ass ain’t shit. Well, if she tries to talk her into going home with her ass, I’ll just tell Kimmy differently. She listens to everything I say. Okay, let’s say by Saturday. Bye.”

  Kenya, Kimmy’s mom, ended her call, then proceeded to walk towards her vehicle. Looking to the corner, I saw the camera. Looking to the other corner, I spotted the other camera. Fuck. Watching her vehicle as she pulled out. I memorized the license tag. Stone and I causally walked to my car, getting in. Pulling out none too fast. Bitch end up missing, we’ll be the prime fuckin’ suspects.

  “That bitch set it up fa’ some damn body to off her fuckin’ daughter. The fuck kinda bitch is that?” Stone spat.

  “One who believes money means mo’ than anything, even her daughter’s life. I told Kimmy she got some snakes round her ass. That lumberjack dude, and her mama, neither was called by my ass. I only called Preshus. But somebody is keeping tabs on her ass,” I explained, catching up to Kenya’s car.

  “Yeah, catch that bitch, something happens to Stallion, I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do,” he grumbled.

  My neck whipped so hard, it cracked.

  “The fuck? Is this Stone talking? The hell she do to yo ass? What’s in her pussy? She done made yo ass fall in love that damn fast. Shit, I’m scurred. Let me warn Banks’ ass, since Neesha her cuzzin. That shit might be in the fuckin’ bloodline,” I blurted out, dead damn serious.

  It may seem like I’m joking, but I ain’t. Stone ain’t never showed no emotions for a female outside his mama, Banks’ mama, and Mama Reed.

  “Shut yo dumb ass up. Shit, she may be, naww, that shit don’t happen that fast. Just shut the fuck up. Catch that bitch,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

  “I’mma get that bitch. Tell my ass what the fuck I missed,” I urged, not letting my eyes leave Kenya’s car.

  It seems she’s headed back to South Carolina. It don’t matter with me; my ass sometimes suffers with insomnia. It’s something I developed being in the group home. Some of them sick fucks would wait ‘til the younger, smaller kids, fell asleep. They’d get two to hold them down, while stuffing a sock, or something, in they mouth, while raping them.

  The house parents, as we were made to call them, either didn’t believe what the younger boys said, or didn’t care. They did nothing to change the shit. Then, boys mysteriously started committing suicide, or running away. I trained myself to stay awake until about five’em one night tried to attack me. Saying they were gonna break me in.

  That’s when all the things I’d read in books about pressure points, breaking bones, and poisons, came into e
ffect. I was always a loner. Always reading, learning, and teaching myself survival tactics.

  When I got through with those five that night. I left them in agonizing pain, with arms, legs, hands, and fingers, they would never be able to use again. I packed all my belongings, along with some money I saved from my little part time job, hustles, and left. That was one of the best decisions I’d ever made.

  “Today started wit me going to Stallion’s mama’s cookout wit Banks, Neesha, Lil’ D, and Seaqual.”

  He started throwing his head back, but not before opening the middle second console, pulling out a pre-rolled blunt. Lighting it taking a few tokes from it. In between coughing and holding the smoke, he explained a very eventful day, that got me damn near speechless. The person he’s speaking on is not the Stone I know. Hell, the lil’ shit he said bout Banks ain’t the selfish muthafucka I know.

  “Wait, wait, wait, back the fuck up. Yo ass trying to trap her ass. Yo ass want her attached to yo crazy ass that fuckin’ bad? Something is wrong wit yo ass,” I blurted out, interrupting his ass.

  I never thought I would see the fuckin’ day this shit would happen. I know women do the shit. Hell, niggas do it too. I just never thought my bruh though.

  “How?” He choked out.

  “Nigga, yo ass won’t even ask her what the fuck she does at ‘Creamy Pies.’ Oh, she don’t fuckin’ dance there. Punk ass,” I stated.

  “How the fuck yo know that? She could’ve been off tonight,” he barked.

  Emotional ass ain’t even thinking straight, I thought, while shaking my head.

  “Along the halls, and different spots on the walls in the club, there’s photos of each dancer. Full body shots. They’re fully clothed, with their stage name and measurements, either alongside their photo, or on the bottom. The pictures are tasteful and professionally done. Whoever the owner is, is a marketing genius. The way the pics are set up, makes muthafuckas want to see those curves in person. Preshus ain’t on none of them damn pics. Trust, I eyed them all,” I finished, causing his crazy ass to slam his head against the head rest.

  “Quit that shit! Mess my shit up, yo ass is paying foe’ it,” I warned.