A Kingpin's Obsession: Ajoni's Story (8 page)

Calen’s hands moved to my waist. He stood up, plastered my front to his, and began walking away from the table while swirling his tongue in and out of my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his wide neck and waited for him to do whatever he wanted to next, which was lay me softly down on the bed and take his mouth from mine before he finished pulling the zipper of my jacket down all the way then spreading it open with his hands.

I watched him reach for the button on my black jeans that was one size too small, then he tugged them down my thighs, but he was moving too damn slow. I sat up, pulled the jacket off, and hauled my yellow T-shirt with bleach spots over my head then unhooked my white bra that was shredding along the seams.

He stood up, stepped back, and reached for the button of his jeans that was balancing on his lean hips, giving a sneak peek of his royal blue briefs. When his jeans and underwear hit the floor, he stepped out of his boots that he never laced up. Shit started to get real for me
—
I was really about to sleep with a kingpin that would kill me if I made him angry in just the right way. That was not my main concern though
.

His erection was curving against the first set of six packs I had ever seen on a man without a television screen being in the way. It was too long and too thick for me to believe that I could hold it with just one of my hands. I started to think that I had bitten off more than I could chew with him, again. He was just too much man, so much more than Jordan.

“Ajoni,” Calen called me softly.

I looked up into his face.

“I won’t hurt you.” But I knew that was a lie; everyone’s first time hurt, or so the few girls that I hung with from time to time had told me.

“I can’t
—
”

“Yes you can, sweetheart. You were made for this. Every woman is. Lie back and I’ll show you.”

I wanted to believe him, trust him. I had to; was not going to get out of here until he got what he wanted from me anyway. On a deeper level, I wanted him to have it, so I searched that deeper level inside me for some strength or false courage; whichever I found first would have to do to get me through this.

I laid back on the bed in only my white, simple underwear with my heart threatening to jump out of my chest.

Calen moved to stand over me. “Slide back, baby,” he demanded with his jet-black eyes skimming over my small breasts. His stare caused my nipples to harden even more. I scooted backwards just to get his eyes off of them, and to make the excruciating tightening feeling stop
—
it literally hurt so good.

He dropped one knee between my legs, then the other, tunneled his fingertips into the slit of my closed thighs, and pushed them apart, exposing the soaked nook of my underwear. He then palmed my crotch. The heel of his hand rubbed against my clit and sent waves of agonizing pleasure through me.

My knees rose in the air before I even knew they were doing it, giving him more access to the space between my legs that was aching for more strokes from Calen’s fingers. He reached for the waistband of my underwear instead and slid them down my legs. I closed my knees in the air so he could pull my panties completely off. When he had, I dropped my feet to the bed on each side of his body. He dropped over me, bracing his weight on huge hands on each side of my head.

“Kiss me, Ajoni.”

I did not hesitate to plant my hands on each side of his head and drag his lips down to mine. Kissing him was fast becoming my favorite pastime. Then one of his hands vanished from beside my head and began fondling the lips between my thighs.

“So fucking wet,” he groaned the words against my mouth then his fingers were replaced with what felt like the blunt tip of a telephone pole, pushing at the entrance of my body. I did not think it would fit, and tensed up just as he was plunging inside me. Small traces of pain and pleasure sliced through my tunnel. I cried out. He buried himself in my body, then stopped moving.

“It will stop, sweetheart, and I’m so sorry. I did not know you were so damn tight.” But the pain had already faded, leaving behind the feeling of being too full with his body possessing mine, and I had gotten my first taste of what it meant to be with a man. I liked how it felt when I clenched around him as he slid inside me for the first time, so I tightened my muscles again then unclenched them. He groaned above me and withdrew, rubbing against my walls that held his pole too damn snugly. Intense pleasure exploded inside me that felt even better than squeezing him, and I wanted to feel it again. The words ‘Don’t stop, Calen’ fell out of my mouth easily.

***

I did not know then that I would say them happily for hours afterward as he drove in and out of me over and over again, etching his possession of me and his name on my mind and body. I smile to myself as the plane dips below me, putting pressure on my ears, making me think about the pressure that started to build in my core soon after Calen began to make love to me. I had no idea what the hell was happening to my body until I came for him, and would two more times before he was through that night. Calen would never be far from my mind afterwards, even eight years later.

Anjuwan Kalynn Mitchell would become the best part of us that I could keep close forever, because I am sure I will never see Calen Kingsley again, thanks to Larkin. It took me nine months exactly, and the birth of our daughter to figure out that it was not King that told me things about him after we made love, showing me the soft sides of him while we had pillow talk. Nor was King the one that I convinced to let me go home.

It was Calen who got out of the bed, put my clothes on himself, dug ten thousand dollars out of the floor of the warehouse and gave it to me just because I was his, then took me home and kissed me goodnight for ten minutes before I got out of his truck. It is Calen who I fell in love with that night, and then snitched on, but it is King that I am terrified of finding me and my family when he gets out of prison.

“Lawd, child, what is on your
mind
?” the old lady asks suddenly, worriedly, in true a Southern accent that I only hear when my mother’s speak now.

I glance over at her standing in the aisle and looking down at me.

She shakes her head. “One minute you’re smiling then you frowning. Honey, whatever it is that’s got you all mixed up, get off this plane and fix it,” she stresses before walking away. I know instantly that she has been trying to get my attention for awhile, but the memories of Calen
and
King always grip me tightly. I catch hell getting loose every time.

I get out of my seat while extracting my cell phone from my purse to text Natalie Harold and let her know that my plane has landed. As I exit the glass doors of the airport not knowing how long I will have to wait on the sidewalk for someone to pick me up, a white Escalade that looks a lot like King’s truck pulls up to the curb in front of me.

My blood stops flowing as I begin to worry that I have been set up, but the truck looks old and unlike anything King would drive; his vehicles were always immaculate with twenty-two inch rims and music blasting from the speakers that used to shake the whole block when he rode by; then the passenger window rolls down.

“Ms. Mitchell,” a black woman with horn-rimmed glasses and her hair pulled back into a ponytail calls out.

“Natalie Harold,” I inquire warily. She nods her head, then reaches over the passenger’s seat and opens the door before picking up a yellow manila envelope off the seat. I assume it contains my father’s release paperwork, but I look over at Natalie first before getting in to see if she seems familiar from the old hood. She does not and nothing about her white blouse and black slacks seem suspicious.

Satisfied that I am not walking into a setup, I take the envelope from her hand, get in the passenger seat, and buckle up. Natalie smiles at me then drives away from the curb, and picks up her cell phone laying in one of two cup holders between the seats.

I open the envelope and pull the paperwork out as she dials out on her phone, then put it to her ear. The top sheet of the paperwork is blank, so I flip to the next page. It is blank too; so is the third page and fourth, fifth, sixth…

I realize that I could flip all day and would not find anything about my father or anyone else in this stack of printer paper. My father never asked anyone to call me, and Seeri was right; his altercation in Mecca County had been faked. Jonny could already be dead for all I know, but
someone
wanted me in Mecca. I want to know who and look over at Natalie, intending to beat her ass and kill her for some answers if I have to, just as someone sits up in the backseat.

I turn around and put my back against the door to look back at a redhead female with dry, flaky skin around pink lipstick that is crusting over her cracked lips above green, dull eyes-the same physical symptoms my mother exhibited as a drug addict that was drying out in the wrong way. Then the woman raises a gun over the seat and points it in my face.

Natalie smiles at back at her and says into the phone, “King, this is Lea. Me and Nina got your girl and on the way to you.”

As my blood freezes in my veins, I accept that the time had come to face my past, and I’m still not ready; I had brought mace to a gunfight that King is surely going to kill me in.

CHAPTER Seven

~*~Mecca, Georgia~*~

King

“Don’t touch one hair on her head, Lea, or do anything else stupid, or you and Nina both are dead! Do you fucking feel me?” I holler heatedly into my new cell phone. Raw and I went it got along with some bigger clothes for me from the closest mall before I got home and found my house filthy as hell. Lea and Nina were still asleep in my bed at one o’clock in the afternoon. I have to shake off that image, or risk getting more pissed off about it, when I need to focus on the new problem at hand—not letting Ajoni be put through a repeat of what happened the last time someone brought her to me.

“Everything is fine, King,” Lea chirps back, then coos, “She’s sitting here like a good girl, aren’t you, Ajoni?”

“Fuck you,
Natalie
,” Ajoni spits in the background.

Lea laughs. “I guess she’s big mad with me for conning her ass, and she cusses like a damn sailor. I hope you don’t think this bitch is quality ass or worth the effort you put into getting her here, King, or you need your dome checked, bruh. You can take the girl out of the hood, but you can’t take the hood out of the girl, and this Burberry she got on is fake as fuck,” she says snidely, as if I give a damn about Ajoni’s clothes.

“Bitch, who do you think you’re talking about like that?” I ask, temper rising anyway. “Only quantity ass like yours would’ve left my truck and house in the shape I found them in. Now, let me talk to Ajoni.” Continuing to hear Lea’s voice is making my blood pressure rise. Just thinking about how my house looked when I walked in the front door makes me want to throw my phone across my living room into the kitchen, and risk making a fresh hole in the wall after just having the others patched up.

The house is clean now and almost empty of furniture. A local construction company and cleaning company managed to work in sync to restore my home to some of its former glory
—it’s still tainted  with Lea’s and Nina’s presence
. Their belongings are packed up in the same sheets I found them asleep on, and sitting at the front door waiting for them to grab and go the hell away from here.

As I stand in the middle of my living room waiting for Lea to give Ajoni the phone, a couple of men from the construction company are bringing the last of the few pieces of furniture from upstairs that I bought along with the house, and they will toss that shit into remodeling dumpsters sitting in my front yard below the front windows.

“King, I thought I had made that up to you when I conned Ajoni’s ass into coming back to Mecca,” Lea whines into the receiver instead of doing as I told her to. “You don’t need this bougie bitch, if you ask me. I’ve been taking care of you for eight years and you haven’t complained.”

“
Nobody fucking asked you, Lea
,” I yell, as a throb starts to develop in my temple. Nobody seems to have much respect for my position anymore and says whatever the hell is on their minds to me, but that is going to have to change
—
and soon. Lea is about to be the first that I remind of who she is fucking with.

“Put Ajoni on the phone now, Lea, or I’m going to finish breaking your damn neck when you get here!”

“K
—K
ing,” Ajoni says suddenly, stuttering with her voice coming through loud and clear; so is the fear and anger in her husky tone that makes my temper simmer down immediately. While she waits for me to respond, I listen to her breathing.

“King, I know you’re on the phone… and we need to talk, but I’m going back home.” She sounds afraid and angry, just like she did the last time we talked when she twisted my head and made me think that she would be mine after I jumped her into the Blue Kings.

“Dammit, King, don’t do this,” she begs softly.

“Don’t do what, Ajoni? Make you pay for breaking your oaths to the Kings, or for making me think you was feeling me like I was feeling you?”

“Larkin gave me no choice, King, now let me go home,” she answers.

“Do you remember what happened the last time I let you go home?” I ask calmly. Ajoni would soon learn that she would not have a choice in leaving my eyesight again either.

“King, you can’t keep me in Mecca, and I never meant for you to go to prison. I would have stopped that from happening if I could, but if I had…”

When she does not finish what she was about to say, I start to feel like she is keeping secrets from me, and I hate it. “But if you had what, Ajoni?”

She says nothing.

“Fine, you can finish what you were saying when you get here then.”

“King
—
” I hang up before she can finish. I am not interested in hearing anything else she has to say or not say until she is in my presence and I can make her tell me the truth. Hopefully, she will remember how bad she wanted me the last time we were face to face, skin to skin. I grow semi-hard just thinking about touching her again, and shove the phone in the back pocket of my dark True Religion jeans before they get any tighter around my erection, then walk through the living room with a mahogany staircase going up the right side of it to the bedrooms, just to clear my head.

When I reach the open kitchen, I turn to the left and stop in the middle of sliding glass balcony doors in the rear corner of the house overlooking a figure-eight pool filled with green water and trash. It cannot be cleaned until a professional pool company arrives tomorrow. I did not trip when none of the pool companies that Raw called was able to show up for my emergency due to previously scheduled contracts they already have. I did not want too many people coming here today anyway, or take the chance of have someone still working when Ajoni arrives
—the less witnesses to her arrival the better, until I can convince her that with me is where she wants to be. B
ut no matter how many people are called to clean my house, I still feel stupid for not letting the state of my truck prepare me for what I would find when I opened my front door.

I walked into a goddamn tragedy and about eight years’ worth of dust and clothes strewn everywhere. I found at least one hole in the walls of each room as I walked through them. Residue from cocaine was on every surface and countertop, including the bathrooms. All my furniture was scratched up and had tears in the cushions. I would not have been surprised if Lea and Nina told me that they threw a party here every weekend, fucked on top of every flat surface that would hold up what is left of their too skinny bisexual asses wasting away from snorting cocaine, and then they forgot to clean up every time afterwards.

But the bitches did not tell me anything.

I found them together where Raw said they would be, in the master bedroom. When I kicked the bed and hollered for Lea and Nina to get their nasty asses up, they opened their eyes slowly. I was sure they were still under the effects of a coke binge.

When they finally realized who was standing over them, both women jumped up to their knees, and crawled across the bed toward me standing at the foot of it. I stood still and let them get close enough to wrap my hands around both of their throats. I do not normally abuse women for the simple fact there is no fucking point to it, just like pitting an ant against a boot heel. Yet, I must admit that I started to feel better about what they had done to Ajoni’s home as I watched both women struggle to breathe while kneeling on the bed before me. Raw took that satisfaction away from me when he reminded me that I just got of prison and did not want to go back. I was intending to strangle them then have their bodies hauled away like the trash they are.

Instead, I pushed both bitches away and told them to get dressed. Raw mentioned Ajoni’s name to distract me while they scrambled around naked, searching for their clothes thrown around the room. I asked him what the plan would be to get her back here. He thought calling her up, telling her something happened to her pops, and that she was needed back in Mecca pronto would do the trick. Lea volunteered to be the voice on the phone and Ajoni’s ride from the airport, and then she drafted Nina as a ride along that would make sure everything went as planned.

I was with it, and wanted to kill both women again when Lea almost fucked up the whole operation before we could get it off the ground; she offered Ajoni her phone number when she knew she did not have one to give after having to use Raw’s phone to call Ajoni in the first place. Raw averted that fuck up by snatching the phone away from Lea and gave her his number to give to Ajoni.

I could not stop myself from grabbing Lea’s neck from the back and choking her again while she was still talking to Ajoni. Nina had to grab the phone and cover up the mouthpiece while Raw grabbed me; I was about to make Lea squeal like an anorexic pig into it. He pushed me to the back of the living room that opens into the kitchen and gave Lea his phone number to give to Ajoni.

As Lea played off the reason for the interruption in the phone call, I gave Raw orders to call cleaning crews and find new cars for him and me, then I went upstairs before I killed Lea’s ass anyway and fucked up the plan myself. I looked for the cleanest bathroom that I could find and took a shower before letting the crews into the house. While I bathed, both women found somewhere else to wait for Ajoni’s plane to land, wisely. It was easy for me to tell the construction crew to dispose of the furniture that has been here for eight years waiting for Ajoni to keep it or throw away. I would rather she bought some more anyway.

Just as I decide I do not want another lowlife bitch holding me down or anywhere near me ever again, I hear my front door open, and turn around to meet Raw, who is coming back after being gone for awhile to cop cars for us both.

A black chick with thick glasses and a short wig cut into a bob that has seen better days walks up to the half-moon staircase in front of the house in a white-collared shirt and khakis, looking into the doorway nosily. I assume that she is the car saleswoman that Raw probably conned into selling him the cars under false identities or her real one,
and then paid her a large fee to doctor the paperwork so the government does not get suspicious of the large cash purchase. We have done this for every car and house we have bought.

Raw will have to deal with this chick until the titles for the whips arrive, then we will buy the cars again for a dollar and transfers the registration to our names. I make sure to get a good look at every woman that does this for him. Some of them get big mad when he stiffs them on the sex they hope to get from him in between selling the cars to us twice.

“Have you heard anything from old girl while I was gone?” he asks then stops in the middle of the living room, handing me two sets of keys with alarms.

An employee of the construction crew walks in the front door and stops beside him. Raw lets the conversation drop until the man in a hardhat hands me an invoice. I reach into my front pocket and shoot the guy a stack of bills two times the amount of what he charged to take the furniture away and repair the holes in the walls, then tilt my head backwards, thanking him for coming and getting the job done on short notice. I would have paid whatever to keep Ajoni from seeing the house looking like it did when I first got here, and the money still would not have made a dent in the cash that I have buried in the warehouse’s floor or in my bedroom’s floor safe that Lea and Nina do not know exists.

When the man walks back out the door, I pick up where Raw left off. “Yeah, I just talked to stupid ass
and
my girl, who is hiding something from me, Raw.” I speak quietly to keep everyone that is working around the house from overhearing me while stuffing the keys in my empty front pocket.

Raw exhales loudly. “Damn, she really did fall for the banana-in-the-tailpipe trick.”

When I get the feeling that he hoped Ajoni would not come, he shakes his head and walks closer to me.

“Listen to me, King. It’s been eight years and she has a whole new life now and runs her own business. This shit that you’re pulling again didn’t work out for you the first time, and I don’t think it will this time either.”

“Raw, having her brought to me didn’t work the first time because I had incompetent motherfuckers doing the job and fucking up everything before Ajoni got to the warehouse, but you know this already.”

What he does not know is that Ajoni kissed me first in the warehouse. He did not feel what I felt when her fingers dug into my back as I pushed inside of her. I experienced the first shiver up my spine that did not come from badly insulated windows in the many childhood homes I lived in with my moms, or the vents that blew cold air down on me in prison. But I do not kiss and tell, and I am not about to let Ajoni walk away from me again for a second time
—
until I am sure she is coming back.

Raw laughs out loud suddenly. “Man, I knew your ass was sprung!”

I realize that everything I was thinking to myself, I had actually said out loud. I raise my hand and cover my mouth before blowing air and my frustration into it, giving him time to stop laughing at my fuck-up and get serious again. The owner of the cleaning crew calls my name and approaches me from the backside. I turn around to take the invoice from her hand in a latex glove. Raw gives her three times the amount of money for her services, mainly to keep her mouth shut about the drug residue she found in the house, then he looks back to make sure each woman in red buttoned-up shirts, black khakis, and sensible shoes that works for the maid-for-hire company is leaving in their van right behind the construction crew.