A Kingpin's Obsession: Ajoni's Story (12 page)

“King, I said I was staying until tomorrow, and I am. You’re going to fly with me to DC to meet Anjuwan, and you can tell her yourself that you love her.”

He turns around in his seat to look directly at me, the softness completely gone. He is all business. “Ajoni, you’re going home. Anjuwan needs her mother.” Strangely, I do not want to go home without him.

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you had your slimy jump off con me out of my house, and Anjuwan needs her father too because she’s a handful, and your ass is available now. She has a chance to have what neither of us really had, if you decide to stay in her life. I can’t be mad with you if you don’t when considering how shit went down between us, but I’ll be able to sleep at night after I’ve tried to get you in her life.”

“Ajoni, I may not even make it past tonight, let alone to DC tomorrow to meet her. I’ve taken a lot of shit for eight years, but I’m not going to let what just happened to you at my house slide.” That thing called hope starts to rise in my chest; maybe he does care for me after all.

“Yes you can let it slide, King. We’re still alive and won’t have to worry about Lea’s trifling ass if we’re both in DC. Hell, she probably already feels better after shooting at me and has moved on to the next motherfucker that she’ll try to kill today, so you don’t have to kill her. I’d dead her ass myself if I was staying in Mecca. I shouldn’t be the only one that Karma comes back to bite in the ass.” Or rather the face.

“I’d let it slide, baby, if she tried to bust a cap in only my ass, but she tried to kill you and bought a backup shooter to make sure that happened. She’s not feeling better since they both fucked up and missed you, but we can’t call the pigs to haul her ass to prison for busting a gun on us since I’m on parole, so I’m handling this myself. Her passes for fucking with me and mine are up.”

I did not miss him claiming me as his—I just do not know if that makes him mine. Now is not the time to question him about it since he still needs to be kept safe, at least for Anjuwan’s sake. I have already learned the hard way that I can argue with and even beg King all day long, but he is not going to budge once he has made up his mind.

“Then I’m going with you two tonight,” I inform casually then sit back against the black leather seat with the Chevy emblem in the headrest, willing to be his backup shooter like I do this every day. I could, but I don’t. I haven’t found it necessary to lay a body down before today, but Lea keeps giving everyone a reason to, and keeping King alive is a necessity.

Raw harrumphs. “Oh hell nawl.”

“Why not?” I ask belligerently, hating that he and probably King too doubt my skills with a gun, but I feel no need to explain that my father taught me how to use one. Show and prove is a good way for them to learn.

“I’m the one that has glass in her face. You two have what… dirty knees from dropping to the ground? At least let me slap the bitch or bust a bottle over her head so she feels my pain.”

“You’re not going with us,” King states adamantly.

I fold my arms across my chest.

“King, grown woman back here. I’m staying in Mecca and going with you two tonight. Get over it.”

He stares at me for long seconds before turning around in his seat. “Raw, go to the hotel you’ve been staying at in Buckhead and upgrade to a suite with three bedrooms so I can get the glass out of Ajoni’s face and she can have her own room.” Raw nods. No one says another word for thirty minutes as we fight rush hour traffic on 285 West.

I feel some type of way about having my own room. If I had any kind of sense, I would feel some type of way about being anywhere near King, but the last thing I want to do is steer clear of him, and I am damn sure that is going to be a problem when he is angry with me about Anjuwan. He does not mind killing those that have crossed him either. I am certainly one of those that have crossed him, repeatedly.

When the sting from the glass in my face has doubled in strength, I start to wish I was a killer too. Lea’s saltiness damn near cost me an eye, and I would love to continue the circle of violence. The Hilton Hotel finally appears. I try to examine my cheek in the rearview mirror as Raw drives under a black awning in front of the hotel’s lobby doors. I find only a long thin scratch with blood crusting along the length of it, reaching from just under my eye socket to the bottom of my cheekbone. I try rubbing off the caked blood, but I only make the scratch sting even more.

Raw gets out, leaving the car running. King looks straight ahead. In no time, Raw is sliding under the wheel again and driving around the stucco skyscraper to the backside. He parks in front of a back entrance. We walk quietly through a single-glass door that opens to an alcove of elevators placed well out of the way of the other guests’ hotel rooms.

“This must be the help’s entrance… or the prostitutes’,” I mutter to myself.

Raw grins. An elevator opens. We get inside quickly. He pulls a keycard from his leather jacket’s pocket and swipes it in a slot at the top of the panel with the floor numbers. King stares straight ahead at his reflection in the shiny surface of the doors. I stand between him and Raw, staring at King’s image.

Finally, the doors open again to a black-tiled hallway with an opened doorway at the end of it. I follow the men into a living area decorated in black, silver, and glass. The room is enormous with a crystal chandelier suspended in the middle of the room. Four ceiling fans with black blades sit idle in each corner. Black, plush couches, chaise lounges, corner chairs with sloping ottomans, and glass tables with black column posts for bases are spread out around the center of the space. Closed French doors with a breathtaking view of Buckhead’s skyline take up one wall. At the backside of the living room is a rectangular narrow kitchenette decorated in the same black, silver, and glass with small appliances. Directly to its left is another black tiled hallway leading to the bedrooms.

King stops in front of the sofa and points toward them. “Your bedroom is whichever one you choose, Ajoni. There should be a first aid kit in one of the bathrooms. Try to clean your cut while Raw and I make some calls, then I’ll come check on you.”

“Yes sir, boss,” I snipe quietly, wishing this was eight years ago and I was here with Calen, but I knew that night would be the last time I ever saw that side of King, who is calling the shots today. I am not in the mood to neither argue with him, or die for my troubles nor come close to it again, so I walk down the hall.

CHAPTER eleven

Ajoni

I turn the knob of the first door that I reach on my left, then enter a gold and red-striped room with dark wood furniture and a queen size bed. Beside it is a pitch black room that I assume is the bathroom. I walk to the doorway and feel for the light switch on the wall opposite the opened door. When the lights come on, I find another beautiful room with matching gold and red-striped decor. On the back wall to my left is a double sink encased in teak wood. I walk between the toilet and a standalone shower with frosted glass and red tiles, and notice a Jacuzzi on my right sitting in a deep pocket off to the side and not visible from the doorway. I bend down, open a set of cabinet doors beneath one of the sinks, and find a first aid kit and a bottle of peroxide.

I drop it all on the solid red countertop with gold knickknacks, and extract tweezers from the first aid kit before leaning towards the wide mirror over the sinks, then pour the freezing peroxide on my cheek. When the bubbles stop fizzing on my skin, I grab the tweezers with one hand and stretch the skin under my eye with my thumb and forefinger on the other. The light reflects off the pointy edge of a tiny shard of glass in the middle of the scratch. When I position the tweezers over it, King appears in the mirror behind me and walks into the room. Instead of removing the shard, I watch him in the mirror coming closer.

“Let me do it, Ajoni,” he orders when he is standing beside me. I turn around with no hesitation, give him the tweezers, and lean against the sink. He steps forward, places one leg in front of mines, then gently presses his knee in the slit of my thighs, forcing me to part them. His empty hand rises, grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and tilts my chin up. I can feel the power radiating through his heavily-muscled leg. It travels through my core, making moisture pool between my legs. King needs to go before I want to cum, starting with riding his thigh like a damn cowgirl.

“The glass is in the middle of my cheek,” I say breathlessly.

“There’s a few pieces in other places too, Ajoni. One is in your lip.”

“Okay, just get them out.”

He stares down at me for what seems like forever before his thumb presses into the side of my cheek and pulls the skin tight. He begins to pick out the shards. The stinging stops immediately, but a soft flutter started under my skin the second he touched me, and has not stopped. Finally, he puts the tweezers down on the countertop, and steps back.

Raw walks into the room. “I ordered everybody some BLT’s from room service. They’re in the kitchen when you’re ready to eat.”

“I’ll get something on the way,” King says immediately while staring down at me. “We need to leave and find some heat as fast as possible. I want this over with tonight. We’ll be back for you, Ajoni, after we’ve found Lea and her driver.”

“No you’re not,” I argue while feeling the loss of his nearness. “I’m going too.”

“No
you’re
not. You’ll draw attention in those clothes. I’ll bring you back something to wear and a skull cap to hide your hair. For now, eat, bathe, watch TV, sleep, or call home. Let baby girl know you’re okay. I don’t know how long it’ll take to find a piece and bullets since most of our connects are locked down or dead, and I’m not stupid enough to buy anything I’m not supposed to have while on parole out of a store that can have surveillance equipment.”

King can give all the suggestions he wants of how to fill my time while he is gone, but something tells me he will come back only when the deed is done.

“King, I’m not stupid either. I know you’re going to do this without me. But if you’re not back in one hour, I swear I’ll call Uber and have them drive me around Mecca until I find you, then draw attention when I get out the car dressed like this for the hell of it. I promise.”

Raw covers his mouth and chuckles quietly behind his hand. King begins to glare down at me. I lean against the sink, and cross my arms and feet.

King looks over his shoulder suddenly. “Raw—”

“You don’t have to say nothing else, King. I’m gone.” Raw turns around and leaves, still laughing. King walks forward until his massive body hovers over mine. I guess he is trying to be intimidating and I should be scared, but all I want to do is run my hands up his chest, and I don’t think he will hurt me. I’m sure everyone in Mecca knows that I have given him plenty reasons to, and he has not yet, because he is not going to.

I let my eyes trail up the cotton fabric of his shirt first, stopping at his pectorals protruding through it. I wonder if he still has rock hard abs beneath it, and if his lips still as soft as they were the last time I kissed him. While I have the chance, I decide to find out if they are. I do have one of his jump offs trying to kill me, so I should grab every opportunity to make myself happy since I do not know what is going to happen from one minute to next in Mecca. I am just going to ignore the fact that I want to touch him because I love him. If I acknowledge it, it will make it harder to watch him walk away when he gets tired of playing daddy to Anjuwan.

I reach up and lay one hand on his chest. The muscle underneath it flexes. His breathing becomes erratic as if he is shocked that I touched him. Because I have, my core begins to pulse. More moisture floods the space between my thighs. I squeeze my thighs together and clench my inner muscles, wishing it was King’s pole I was clenching around instead. I look up into his eyes.

“Say what you want, Ajoni,” he whispers and drops one foot back, then his weight on it before leaning forward to place his hands on the sink on each side of me.

He ducks his head to make his eyes level with mine. I shift my head closer to his, moving in for a kiss. He moves his head back before I can make contact with his lips.

“
Say
what you want, Ajoni,” he demands. “No bullshit, games, regrets, taking, or manipulating.”

I guess he heard every word that I said to him in his front yard.

“I want you, Calen,” I mutter. “Always have. Just you.” And then, I realize why I have not slept with anyone else. No one else is Calen Kingsley, and I have already found the love of my life in the most fucked up way possible, but I still found him, and no one else will do.

Your ass is sprung after only one time with him, Ajoni! You don’t need to get King out of my head; you need to get Calen out of my system.

“You may want to rethink what you want right now, Ajoni, because Calen is not available right now. King is all you get, and King fucks, not make love.”

At the moment, I do not care who I get as long as I get this body in front of me inside mine. “Okay.”

He steps back from me, narrows his eyes, and crosses his arms like he thinks I am playing him. “Take everything off,” he orders, then smiles. “But your boots.”

I frown, wondering what is so special about keeping my boots on, then remember that King is a bossy bastard that does not explain himself. I am not thrilled about being bossed around either, but decide to seize this opportunity to have him one last time and hopefully get some closure from the man that has haunted me for eight long years. I need to be able to move on for not just my sake but Anjuwan’s as well. However, my heart cannot forget anything about her father, and I ignore the breaking of it because it will not get what it wants; Calen for a lifetime.

Still, I reach for the sash of my coat, pull it apart then my coat down my arms, letting it all drop to the floor. King’s eyes track their progress until they land at my feet. I reach for the waistband of my skirt, push it down my thighs then slide my hand in between them to unsnap the ends of my body shirt with nothing underneath it. After I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on top of the pool of clothes at my feet, I step over them in King’s direction while reaching behind me to unhook my last piece of clothing, a black lace bra. It slides down my arms then lands somewhere behind me. This time, I am glad that I am not dressed like I am  dirt poor with addicts for parents that owned nothing worth having materially.

“I thought you had a baby, Ajoni,” he asks while his eyes roam over the front of my body.

“I did, King,” I reply before stopping in front him. “It took just three hours to get Anjuwan in this world and I did not gain much weight. It was an easy birth and pregnancy.” If I do not count the turmoil in my mind that lessened over the years as I grew comfortable with having a baby that reminded me of her father with her every breath, and that one day he would coming looking for me and find her.

“Then where are your stretch marks?” he asks suddenly.

I snort. “My mother is a nurse, King. She knows a lot of secrets about how to keep a woman’s body from looking like pregnancy has taken its toll on it.”

He nods, then his hands shoot out like lightning, grabbing my waist before jerking me upwards off my feet. I knit my ankles together behind his back, and my fingers behind his neck. His arm slides around my back and holds me tightly to him before his mouth collides with mine. He starts to walk forward and veers to the left, avoiding tripping over the pile of my clothes in the floor while his tongue dips in and out of my mouth. I can feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my clit through his jeans, creating ripples of knife-like craving inside mine and driving me insane. I need him now, and he has on too many clothes.

“King, your clothes are still on,” I say against his lips that are still just as soft as they were the last time I kissed him.

“They’re not coming off, Ajoni.”

I snatch my mouth from his and look at him suspiciously. “Say what?”

He stops at the sink and sits me down on the edge of the countertop. “You heard me. They’re not coming off. Now shut up.”

His harshness makes me regret every advance that I just made toward him.

“See… this is why I don’t fuck with King.”

I unwrap my arms and legs from around his body and drop my palms down on the countertop then lean back, waiting for him to move away—the mood is dead.

“Are you going to shut up or not, Ajoni?” he asks dryly.

“Or not, King! Forget it. I’ve changed my mind about sleeping with you.”

“Too late for that, love,” he murmurs then dips his head, reconnecting his mouth with mine again. I do not open my lips, frustrated with King’s crabby ass. The tip of his tongue traces the slit of my lips, silently ordering me to open for him. The tunnel between my thighs spasms. Desperation to have that space filled with his pole, and only his, overwhelms me, and my mouth opens on its own accord. I guess my body is more concerned about getting what King has to offer than his attitude.

His fingers dive between my thighs still spread wide around his body. They dip inside the soaking wet entrance to mine, and begin to mimic the thrust of his tongue gliding in and out of my mouth. Both sets of my lips are filled with him; just not with the part of him that I want the most.

“King, I need you,” I moan, and do not recognize my own voice; pleading and hoarse.

“I know, sweetheart. I needed to make sure you were ready for me. You have a damn ocean down here.” His fingers vanish from within my legs and begin to tug on his belt then the button of his jeans. When he has them both open, the opened ends of them fall across my legs. His hands push down on the waistband of his gray briefs, freeing his thick erection that seems to have gotten wider and bigger right along with him, then his tongue swirls in my mouth. I close my eyes and think about what is about to happen finally. The blood flows completely from my head to the nether regions of my body. My clit starts to throb painfully, and my inner muscles clamp together too tightly then release only to do it all over again and again. The pressure that my body is applying on itself is agonizing, and something has to give.

“King—”

“Shhh baby, I got you.” Just as he speaks, his massive rod presses at the door of my body. I push downward, determined to take him inside. He groans and withdraws. I moan and squeeze my muscles around the crown of his penis sliding out of me, then he drives forward until he bottoms out, stretching my canal beyond its limits.

I start to hyperventilate as pure pleasure tinged with pain from going too long without Calen swamps me. Yeah, I know I am getting King right now, but I will be damned if I am not just as turned on, if not more.

“Are you ready?” he asks quietly.

I catch my breath and nod. He digs his hands in the bend at the top of my thighs, and grips them both tightly, holding me in place. I sense this is going to be a hard lay in every sense of the word, and I am going to take everything he has to give.

“Wrap your legs around my back, baby,” he commands in a guttural tone.

I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up before obeying him, wanting to feel his smooth skin against mine again. His head drops, connecting our mouths then his body reverses, almost completely emptying mine before his hips propel forward with the speed of a rocket. He starts to drill into me with no mercy, like he is beyond angry with me and punishing me for it.

I snatch my mouth from his, intending to complain about the pace and the small amount of pain that manifests every time his thick head makes contact with my womb, but the tiny twinge is surrounded by a massive load of pleasure and seems to be making the second time I have had sex even better than the first. I am not used to King fucking me hard, but it feels so much better than exquisite, and weirdly right as if we are having makeup sex.