King of The Hood 2 Page 15

  “Kiss my ass. No wonder her ass flipped on my ass. Fuck. She tried telling my ass too,” he grumbled, looking sick.

  “Un huh, let me guess, yo ass wasn’t trying to hear shit she had to say? Yo ass most likely disrespected her ass again, right?” I countered.

  He ain’t say shit but groan.

  “Stop groaning, yo ass sounds like a wounded mammoth. What else yo dumb ass did? Why we hitting the cave? Speak the fuck up. This hoe finna hit her destination, I believe,” I urged.

  “I’mma shoot yo ass,” he threatened.

  Not reacting to those semi empty words, I continued eyeing the no good bitch.

  He blew out a deep breath, then picked the story up. All I could do is shake my head at his ass. Stone done been a King fa’ so long, his ass don’t know how to be a man. Losing his entire family, the way he did, shut something off in his ass. He actually believes his words are law. At most times they are, but not when dealing with a female of Preshus’ caliber.

  A low level female with no ambition, who looks to be attached to a King fa’ the street creed, you can talk to’em like yo ass want. They’ll take the shit, while begging fa’ mo’. A real woman with standards, who’s got her own, coupled with having her own power, ain’t gonna take his shit. I got boss vibes from Preshus when we first met her ass. Stone did too. I believe fa’ the first time ever in his life, he felt intimidated by her.

  “Aye, you ever thought bout talking to somebody?” I questioned, after he finished talking.

  He turned his head to me slowly.

  “Bout what?” He questioned, just as slowly.

  “Bout losing yo family how yo ass did. That shit effects yo ass mo’ than you realize. Preshus scares yo ass. Fa’ the first time, she made yo cold hearted ass feel something. In a way, she intimidates you. Yo ass know yo status, nor money, impresses her. Yo ass can’t control her so, yo ass throws up the one thing yo ass thinks you got against her. That’s a bitch ass defense mechanism, that now got a woman who seems to own mo’ weapons than half the military, pissed at yo ass. What if she’s actually pregnant? The fuck yo ass gonna do?”

  I went in, causing his whole body to tense. He ain’t ‘peciate my words, but he’ll think on’em. It ain’t often I get deep. When I do though, it’s cause I don’t want my bruh’s hurt.

  “So, the old hoe, just kept her mama house? How you wanna play this?” I questioned.

  “Backdoor, as soon as she close the front,” he stated, back in beast mode.

  Darkening my license tag as I pulled into her driveway. As many tricks as she flips, I know the neighbors won’t be suspect. Soon as the front door closed, we got out. He went to the front, while I hit the back. Thank goodness it’s the middle of the fuckin’ night.

  Walking into the screened in back porch. One shake, jiggle, and tug, the backdoor open. One thing bout living in the country in the house of a well loved older woman. People respect the house, even after she’s dead.

  “What the fuck yo ass doing at my house? Did yo weird looking ass follow me home? What? That whining, big bitch, Preshus, sent yo ass here. Get the fuck out, fa’ I call the police on yo ass,” Kenya yelled.

  She’s a dumb ass brawd. I bet she has claimed on mo’ than one occasion that she knows Stone. I could tell by her look at the hospital she had no idea who he actually is. Everybody who has laid eyes on him, describes his ass as odd looking. People just repeat the shit.

  “Stone,” I called out, making my way through the kitchen.

  “Yo, you, you, you’re Stone? Wha’, wha’ cha doing at my house? I, um, I don’t know you. I’ve never met you before for you to say I did anything to you. What, I, um, just said bout Preshus, I was just playing,” she stammered out.

  “Put some clothes on. We leaving,” was all he said, freezing her ass in her spot.

  “Racks,” he called out.

  Nodding, I moved down the hall to her bedroom.

  “Hol’up. I ain’t going nowhere. Get the hell outta my house,” she yelled, finding her voice.

  “I’ll never kill yo hoe ass where yo sweet mama once rested her head. Keep fuckin’ talkin’, I’mma go back on my word. I have no problem asking fa’ forgiveness, while choking the life outta yo worthless ass,” Stone let her know, easily shutting down any argument she may have had.

  “Here,” I barked, throwing the dress at’er.

  It hit the floor. She eyed me with a scowl on her face. I eyed her ass back as my eyes changed colors. Seeing that shit caused her ass to bend over, pick that dress up, and slip it over her head, without another word.

  “Put them beat up ass house shoes on. Walk yo ass out the door. Don’t say a fuckin’ word. Be on some dumb shit, I’ll kill yo ass where the fuck you stand,” Stone let her know. She swallowed so hard, I saw it.

  “Grab her shit,” he called out, opening the door.

  “Got it,” was all I said, following them out the house.

  Locking the door as Stone open the back for her ass. She hesitated for a moment, before climbing on in. I slipped in the driver’s side, turning it on, no one said a word. This bitch’s playing with the life of the woman she birthed, the woman that after tonight, I know I will do every and anything possible to make sure she never hurts again. There ain’t many I give a fuck bout. Kimmy though, yeah, I give more than a fuck.

  An hour later……

  Pulling up on the cave, Stone turned round to stare at a wide eyed Kenya. Never let the right hand know what the left is doing, and all that jazz.

  She stared at him, frozen with fear.

  “Sleep,” he spoke.

  “Wha, aww,” was all she got out, before the sedative filled syringe pierced her main vein, putting her out instantly.

  Over the years, I’ve taught them some shit. We usually don’t have to use sedatives, cause the people who we bring here don’t leave…. Alive. So, who the hell they gonna tell? Stone must be on the fence bout this trick.

  “Demon, package, we pulling in now,” he spoke, in his cell, before hangin’ up.

  Before I could stop good, Demon’s gargantuan ass was outside waiting. Demon played one season in the NFL, before a career ending injury took his ass out for good. All those so called friends and family left his ass once his money dried up. Even his own mama flipped on his ass. Stone hired him as a bartender/bouncer at the pool hall sports bar we own. We figured out quick he had other talents. Such as moving in silence, while killing easily.

  “Damn, Demon. Yo ass must be ready to go home. Whaddup wit yo ass?” Stone questioned, climbing out the car.

  “Fuck yeah, a niggah past tired. I ain’t like y’all weird negroes. I need sleep, food, pussy, in that order, or a whole lot of muthafuckas gonna die,” he answered, eyeing us.

  Chuckling, without response, Stone and I moved to the doors, while he pulled an unconscious Kenya from the backseat.

  “Aye, I know this bitch. She’s a scheming trick ass hoe. She fucked wit Randy over on Westwood and Grand. The one who owns all the barbershops. He caught her ass duplicating his credit cards and bank cards. He started to beat her ass, but he got daughter’s and shit. He left her ass in Daytona. She musta fucked and sucked an ass of dicks to get her ass back home,” he informed us, pausing our steps.

  “He was at the barbershop going the fuck off. All cuz Benny spoke on her name. This hoe been ran through worse than Amtrak. Then she fucks wit the young hustlers, wit her old, expired ass,” he added, answering our unasked questions.

  If it’s one thing I hate, that’s a gossiping man. You got bitched, you got bitched. Why the fuck would you spread that shit out?

  “Dawg, the fuck yo ass did, nigga?” I questioned, upon seeing dude hanging upside down from the damn rope like a damn piñata.

  He looked at dude, then us.

  “Nothin’,” he answered, with a shrug.

  This why his ass ain’t never left alone with people. Fucker sicker than Stone. Naww, he ain’t, but his ass is close.

  “Demon put her in wit th
e frogs. The new batch came in?” Stone asked, disregarding dude.

  “Yep, yep, the net holdin’ them though,” he answered, walking towards the room.

  “Aiight, release the net after she’s in the middle of the floor. Hit her ass wit this so, her dumb ass can wake the fuck up,” he ordered.

  Demon just walked off, receiving another syringe to do his bidding.

  “So, this the only muthafucka yo ass let live? He conscious?” I stated, but questioned Dawg.

  “Un huh,” he mumbled, before walking over to the pulley, releasing it.

  THUMP!

  “Fuck,” dude howled out, at hitting the cement floor.

  I hollered, Dawg ass ain’t got no sense.

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch, whining and shit. Who the fuck sent yo stupid ass at my girl? How the fuck y’all know where the fuck she stay? Answer me, bitch,” Stone seethed, advancing on the nigga.

  He looked up from his prone position.

  “Kill me,” he gritted out.

  Stone nodded once, before walking through another passage. I don’t know what the fuck Stone’s ass really went through mentally, at losing his damn family, that shit scared his ass for life. His ass goes dark. He got a penchant for cold blooded reptiles. Dude on the floor trying to look hard. I smell his fear; the shit is funky.

  “Dawg, why yo ass running?” I taunted.

  He ain’t one for the animals Stone deals with. He’ll fool wit’em long as they can’t get to his ass.

  “I don’t fuck wit Stone ass when he pissed. This shit sounds personal, like his fuckin’ heart in it. I don’t know how somebody touched that hidden treasure, but shit they did. That’s that bullshit. Bye, muthafucka, yah dumb ass finna die in the worst way possible,” he answered, in one breath, while climbing the damn pulley rope to the lil landing that sits on from the wall.

  Dawg ain’t nothin’ big. He’s deadly though. Fucker looks like a fuckin’ Rottweiler. We figured that’s how he got his name. Hearing the gate slide brought me back to the coming attraction.

  “Slow, Monster. You hungry, boy? I got a meal fa’ yah ass. He seems nice and tender. You know that’s how pussified muthafuckas are nowadays,” Stone spoke, as he walked down the passage.

  Growling sounded out as the bitch boy pissed his self.

  “Told yo ass, nigga, wit yo nasty ass,” Dawg called out.

  Shaking my head, before placing my eyes on the twelve foot, thousand pound gator, walking ahead of Stone. His head moving side to side, with a muzzle on his mouth. His growl could still be heard.

  “Bye!” Demon yelled out.

  “Hol’ up, nigga! Don’t leave me! Yo ass drove, remember?” Dawg called out, scaling the rope like a trained monkey.

  “Pussies,” Stone called out.

  They ain’t answer.

  “Monster, what he smell like?” Stone asked, causing his head to whip towards ole’ boy.

  “Is he crying?” I taunted.

  “Un huh. Yo ass still wanna die, nigga?” Stone questioned.

  “Turtle, Turtle sent us. He said you fucked up his cash flow. And yo bitch, I mean, woman, got something he wants. She won’t give it to his ass. We were just to scare y’all, not kill,” he stammered out, lying like a muthafuck.

  THAWACK!

  “Mmmm! Fuck,” he whimpered, after Stone kicked his whole top grill outta his mouth.

  Monster moved his head to stiff the blood.

  “Lying muthafucka. What the fuck my woman got that belongs to Turtle’s bitch ass?” Stone sneered.

  “I don’t know. He never said. He just wants her ass gone. He said something bout giving her chances, but she’s a stubborn bitch. That’s all I know, man,” he rushed out.

  “Naww, that ain’t all yo ass knows. Turtle moving shit in ‘Creamy Pies?’” He questioned.

  Dude’s eyes widened, telling his lie before he told it.

  “Naww, he don’t move like that.”

  Shaking my head, while Stone threw some stank ass belly shit over his ass.

  “I’ll let Turtle know you died a dumb ass solider,” Stone seethed, clicking the muzzle off Monster.

  With the quickness, he latched on to his leg, dragging his ass back to his swamp. He loves to fight wit his food, drowning it and shit. He’s demented as his owner.

  “The fuck Stallion owe Turtle?” He questioned, out loud, while washing his hands.

  Shit, I’m wondering the same damn thing. Shit, it could be her fuckin’ dealership. She have some high end shit to come through there. Real easy to smuggle some shit if need be.

  TAP, TAP, TAP.

  “One mo’ person, then we can go. I need at least three hours. Bustin nuts, killing, arguing, got a nigga tired,” he called out, making his way to the room Kimmy’s mama was in.

  He slid the little cut out open.

  “Yes,” he answered, nicely.

  “Why am I in here wit frogs?” She asked, just above a whisper.

  “First, the frogs are poisonous, and will kill yo ass if you stress them. Second, who did you hire to kill yo daughter, and why?” He questioned.

  Her eyes widened as she licked her lips.

  “I didn’t,” she started.

  “Please don’t lie to me, I’m tired. I’ll kill yo ass without pause. Kimmy, well, my boy’s feelings fa’ Kimmy is saving yo ass in this moment. But I’m sure if I tell Kimmy what yo ass did, then she’ll kill yo hoe ass her damn self,” he added, shutting her down.

  She looked at the floor, then back up at us. Her look read defiance, as if she’s trying to call his bluff. She really don’t know Stone. His ass don’t bluff.

  “Oh, yo ass don’t feel like talking. Well, bye, bitch. See, yah ass tomorrow, or the day after, if yo ass is still alive,” he let her know, sliding the window close.

  BAM! BAM! BAM!

  Sliding the window back open. He didn’t say a word.

  “Okay, I’ll tell you. Just please don’t kill me. I don’t deserve death,” she begged, looking for reassurance that he won’t kill her ass.

  He nodded, she started talking, not realizing I ain’t promise shit. The shit she’s speaking on, she ain’t living to make it to her next birthday. If she already had it, she won’t be attending the end of the summer cookout. Evil ass bitch, she makes me glad I don’t know my damn parents. Now, to figure out whether to let Kimmy knows exactly what she’s worth to her mother.

  Ocean

  ‘Green Street’

  **One Week Later**

  “Fuck, girl! Ride that shit. Bounce, bitch, bounce. Lil’ tight pussy, suffocating my shit,” he growled, smackin’ my ass.

  “Ohh, shit! You like that shit, don’t you? Feel good, nigga?” I moaned, working double time.

  Nigga got me riding his dick in his damn recliner, in the front room of this lil’ ass house we’ve been held up in.

  “Fuck, yeah! Get up! I wanna see that fat ass bounce on my dick,” he demanded, slapping my ass.

  One more bounce, then hopping off his dick. Moving to the couch, propping myself up. He moved behind me without words or warning.

  “Fuck, nigga!” I yelled, as he rammed into me hard enough to move the couch.

  “Shut that shit up! Yo ass know you like that rough shit,” he barked, takin’ off in my pussy like he’s mad at it.

  “Fuck, yeah, I do! Give me all that dick! Pound my shit, nigga! Hard, nigga! Fuck yeah! Just like that!” I demanded, throwing my ass, while pinching my nipples.

  Rough sex, coupled with shit talking, makes my pussy leak like an endless faucet. Fuck love makin’. I don’t love these niggas, and they fa’ damn sho’ don’t love my ass.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Throw that shit! Pussy don’t, fuck,” he gritted out, speeding up.

  “My spot, nigga. I’m cummin’,” I yelled, chasing my nut.

  “Fuck it! Rain on me, ma. I’m bout to bust,” he ground out.

  “Ohhh, shitt!” I gritted out, cummin’ hard.

  “Fuck!” He barked, cummi
n’ in the condom.

  He doesn’t howl, grunt, or growl, when he cums. It’s the oddest thing to me.

  He immediately pulled his condom covered dick outta me. He told me after the first time we fucked he didn’t want kids. I told his ass, me neither. We had a couple of slip ups, one last night, and a few nights ago. We were high and drunk as fuck. Shit, I got an I.U.D. placed after my abortion. Neesha don’t know that shit though. She swears I’m some young, dumb, bitch. I’m smarter than she fuckin’ thinks I am.

  “Go clean yo ass up. Cook. I’m fuckin’ starving. We got to get some shit straight today,” he spat.

  Rolling my eyes, as I rested on the arm of the chair. Fucker always got to get some shit straight. Moving off the couch, I gathered my clothes, then marched into the bathroom. Nigga treats my ass like live in pussy. Wherever, whenever, it doesn’t fuckin’ matter to his ass, he expects me to bust it wide open fa’ his ass. If his dick wasn’t so fuckin’ good, and he wasn’t supplying me wit my smoke and candy, I wouldn’t even fuck wit his ass. Oh, yeah, he’s keeping me alive in a manner of speaking.

  Nigga came in interrupting a damn good conversation I was having wit Shanny’s nosy slut ass from LSC. Yeah, I haven’t had my ass there in bout two weeks, but I still know what the hell is going on. I know Banks’ been catering to Neesha’s stuck up ass. He took her to Auntie’s Fourth of July cookout. Hell, he even moved her up outta LSC. The weekend the fourth fell on. Even our mama has been staying home.

  Talk bout being beyond pissed when I heard that bullshit. After running out the damn apartment once my high wore off. I felt semi bad for what I’d done to her ass. But after hearing Banks’ been treating her ass like she’s something, I’m hating I didn’t sever her fuckin’ arm.

  “Ocean hurry the fuck up. Damn!” He bellowed.

  Smacking my teeth, I washed my body once more. If his ass wasn’t doing my fuckin’ dirty work, I wouldn’t fuck with his bitch ass, I swear.

  Turning the shower off, stepping out while grabbing a towel, wrapping it round myself as I moved to the sink. Eyeing myself in the mirror, something is going on with my face. The shine is missing. I need to get my brows arched, my bundles are still holding up.