Carl Weber's Kingpins (10 page)

Shayla was sitting in the living room watching television when she heard Flamboyant pull his car into the garage. She couldn't help but smile; her man was home and she needed him like bad! She jumped off of the sofa and ran into his arms as soon as he came inside of the house.

“Damn, if I knew it would be like this I'd go out of town without you more often, babe,” he said as he returned her tight embrace. After sharing a tender kiss he released his hold of Shayla and said, “You know I need some right?”

She stared into his brown eyes seductively and said, “I need some too, babe, come on.” She pulled him into their bedroom and quickly undressed. As soon as he saw those firm D cups of hers his hard-on seemed to become even harder. Shayla was normally submissive while making love, but for some strange reason she was in a real aggressive mood. She grabbed Flamboyant by his waist and pulled him on top of her. While he was busy kissing her neck and chest she held on tightly to his ass. She slid her hand in between them, grabbed his dick tightly, and gave it a squeeze as she guided it into her sweetness. As soon as he felt her wetness at the tip of his dick he gently slid inside of her love walls. Shayla wasn't trying to have nothing gentle about this session. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, clamped her legs against his back, and started bucking like a wild bull. She was bucking so hard that she made that super bull Bodacious proud of her moves. “Give it to me, bae. Give me that dick!” she screamed.

Flamboyant didn't know what had gotten into her but he loved it! Somehow he pried her legs loose, grabbed each of them by her calves, pushed them all the way back to her shoulders, and started pounding away inside of her. “Is this how you want it, babe? Huh? Is it?”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me good, Marco! Fuck me good!”

He pulled out of her abruptly, turned her onto her knees, and reentered her from the doggie style position. As he was hitting that piping hot pussy from the rear he started slapping her on the ass asking her, “Whose pussy is this? Who's is it, babe?”

Shayla was biting the right corner of her bottom lip, enjoying the pleasure Flamboyant was giving her body. Her answer to his question was a few grunts as she was trying to match his intensity by bucking her rear right back into him.

Shaking his head from side to side as if she could see him, he once again slapped her on her ass and asked again, “Whose pussy is this, Shayla? Whose is it?”

“Yours, Marco, yours!” she screamed out.

“Uh-uh, wrong answer,” he said and continued to go hard at her.

Shayla was enjoying their lovemaking tremendously, but every time he asked her that question she felt her guilt override the pleasure she was feeling at that moment. Every single time he asked her, “Whose pussy is this?” the first thought that came to her mind was Trevor.
This can't be good,
she thought as Flamboyant continued his onslaught on her sex.

“Whose it is now, Shayla?”

“Marco's!” she grunted as she felt her orgasm mounting.

“Whose?”

“Flamboyant's!” she screamed as she realized that's what he wanted to hear. They came at the same time in one blissful motion.

He slid out of her and collapsed next to her on the bed. “Damn, babe, what in the hell got into you?”

She put her index finger to her lips and said, “Shh, let's relax for a minute and enjoy the afterglow of that good sex, babe.”

He smiled and did as he was told. Whatever had gotten into her he damn sure didn't want to mess up the mood she was in.

While they were lying side by side, Shayla felt the sudden urge to cry.
I love this man, I really do, but I just can't get Trevor off of my mind. God, please help me make it through this,
she prayed silently.

Flamboyant turned on his side and said, “Come here and let me hold you, babe.” He grabbed her and gave her a hug and held her tightly in his strong arms, not knowing that's exactly what she needed. They fell asleep in that exact same position.

The next morning when Shayla got up she showered and got dressed. She was rushing for two reasons: one, she wanted to get away from the house because she had some serious thinking to do; and two, she didn't feel like talking to Marco. It would only confuse her more at this point, she thought as she slid on her Nike running shoes. Just as she was grabbing her purse Flamboyant said, “Come back to bed, babe. Fuck school today; come kick it with your man.”

She smiled and said, “Uh-uh, I'm not lettin' you put that big old thang inside of me for a few days. I'm still sore from last night's workout. It's a miracle I'm able to go to school this morning.”

He smiled and said, “That's your fault! You was the one on some aggressive shit. You got a nigga fired up like crazy.”

“Whatever, I'll see you later,” she said as she stepped to the bed and gave him a quick kiss.

“Do you wanna have lunch later on?”

“I'll call you when I get out of class, you never know what you're going to be into by that time.”

“A'ight, love you, babe.”

“Love you too,” she said as she grabbed her purse and book bag and walked out of the bedroom.

Since he was up so early in the morning, Flamboyant decided to get dressed and go check out how his money was flowing while they'd been in Miami. Once he was dressed, he called Prince and asked, “Have you holla'd at Gunna yet?”

“Nigga, it ain't even nine o'clock in the mornin' yet and you callin' me askin' me some crazy shit. You must have forgotten that we just got back a few fuckin' hours ago,” Prince said, highly agitated.

“Well, get the fuck up! Playtime is over; it's time to get that fuckin' money! Get at Gunna and see how his peoples did out there in Del City while we were gone.”

“A'ight, anything else, you fuckin' slave master?”

“Nah, that's it for now, so get on it, nigga,” Flamboyant said as he hung up the phone. He went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of grape juice. He was sipping his juice when he had another thought cross his mind. He grabbed the phone and dialed Ken.

When Ken's wife, Javon, answered the phone she said, “He's still 'sleep, Flamboyant.”

“Hello to you too, Javon. Can you wake that nigga up for me? It's kinda important.”

“Can't I have a little bit more time with my man, Flam? Damn, y'all just got back.”

“I promise I'll let you have him all day if you put him on the line real quick.” He laughed.

“Whatever,” she said as she gave the phone to her man.

Ken accepted the phone from Javon and said, “What it do?”

“I just wanted to get at you to see if you'd checked with them young ones about gettin' some more of that.”

“Not yet. I've been kinda busy takin' care of Wifey. She thinks that if I can't break her off properly then that means I cheated on her while we were in the MIA.”

Flamboyant started laughing when he heard Javon in the background yelling, “And yo' ass ain't proved shit to me yet! That's why yo' ass ain't leaving the house today!”

“Damn, my nigga, it's like that?” Flamboyant joked.

“Don't pay that girl no attention. I'll get at ya later after I had a chance to get at them young'uns.”

“A'ight, nigga, tell Javon I said to take it light on our ass.”

“Man, fuck her. I'm 'bout to wear her ass out so she can leave me the fuck alone,” Ken said and started laughing.

“Get at me,” Flamboyant said as he hung up the phone.

* * *

Shayla felt like she wasn't focused enough for school, so she went over to Taj's house instead. When Taj opened her door she said, “I hope your ass don't have anything serious to talk about 'cause I'm going back to bed.” She turned and started walking sleepily back toward her bedroom.

Shayla smiled as she stepped inside of the house and closed the door behind her. She went into Taj's kitchen and made herself some tea. She was sitting down at the dining room table sipping her tea when Taj came into the room with a frown on her face.

“All right, what's wrong?” Taj asked as she sat down across from Shayla.

Shayla signed heavily. “Girl, can you believe I still can't get Trevor off of my damn mind? I mean, damn, all I keep thinking 'bout is his touch and smell, how he used to make love to me so tenderly. Girl, I was actually thinking 'bout his ass last night when me and Marco was doin' it.”

“What? Damn, girlfriend, you got it bad. When you start thinking about another nigga while you're gettin' your swerve on with your dude, anything is capable of happening. What if you would have screamed out Trevor's name in the heat of the moment? You'd be up shit's creek for real.”

“I know. It's worse than that, Taj. Trevor has consumed my every thought. I don't know why, but I can't get him off of my mind. I've been honest with myself. I still care about him; hell, I still love him. But I'm in love with Marco.”

“Are you sure you're in love with Marco and not Trevor?”

“Marco is my heart, Taj. I'd never hurt him. I know my love for him is real.”

“Uh-uh, don't be evasive, Shayla. Answer the question.”

With her eyes watering, Shayla stared at her best friend and said, “I honestly can't answer that question. I really can't.”

“Damn.”

* * *

Milo smiled when he saw Flamboyant's 600 pull into the southeast apartment complex. “What it do, dog?” asked Milo after Flamboyant stepped out of his car.

“Ain't shit. What's up with you? Ain't your ass tired?”

“Nope. I came straight over here last night and checked all my traps to make sure the ends were in order. After that I went to the pad and got some Zs. I'm good now. What's up with you rollin' through this early?”

“Just makin' sure everything is everything. I'm waitin' on Prince to get back at me so I can see what's what with that setup out in Midwest City and Del City.”

“Yeah, Gunna told me 'bout that shit. He's got an apartment out there in Del City rollin' like a mothafucka. He called me last night and told me that when we got back he went over there to check his ends and they dumped damn near two birds over the weekend.”

“That's cool. Did he say anything 'bout Midwest City?”

“Nah.”

“So, what's your plan for the rest of the day?”

“I'm 'bout to sit here and get this cock-suckin' paper, my nigga. I'll be needin' some more work around the evening time. Is that cool with you?”

“Yeah, give me a holla when you ready.” They were interrupted by Flamboyant's cell ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw Prince's number on the screen. “What's good, my nigga?”

“I'm over here in Del City at Gunna's spot. He told me that things are extra lovely out this way.”

“I heard.”

“From who?”

“Milo just put me up on everything.”

“You with that nigga right now?”

“Yep.”

“Good. I need y'all to meet me and Gunna out in Midwest City in 'bout thirty.”

“What's poppin'?

“I'll put you up on it when we meet. Meet us at that McDonald's on the corner of Twenty-third and Douglas.”

“Ain't there a li'l breakfast spot across the street from there?”

“I think so, why?”

“Let's meet there instead. I'm hungry as fuck.”

“Okay, that's cool,” Prince said as he hung up the phone.

Flamboyant told Milo, “We got to go meet Prince and Gunna out in Midwest City.”

“What's up?”

He shrugged. “We'll find out when we get there. Go get your soldiers and let them know we'll be out for a li'l while.”

“I hope this shit is about some fuckin' money, 'cause I ain't got time to be wastin' fuckin' around with Gunna's wild ass.”

“If Prince wants to meet with us then it's definitely about some ends.” He laughed. “Go handle your business so we can bounce.”

* * *

By the time Prince and Gunna arrived at the small breakfast restaurant, Flamboyant and Milo had already placed their orders and were sipping two cups of coffee. Gunna had a smile on his face as they sat down at the table.

“Check it: I really don't got that much time, but shit is poppin' off the hook in Del City. I gots to hurry up and get some more work out there. I can't handle shit out this way and maintain what I've put together out there. Do you think you can handle this shit, Milo? I got it all set up; all you have to do is move in some of your team and everything else will fall right in place.”

“Run it down to me before I commit to this shit, dog,” Milo said as he sipped some more of his coffee.

“It's like this: I got a trap set up down the street from this park where all the Bloods from the Murder One hang at. Ain't really no hand-to-hand gon' be needed. They just want to be able to cop from us. After that, they do the hand-to-hand shit on their own blocks. The park is where they hang, get high, and clown and shit. Plus, they'll be gettin' bud and probably some X from you.”

“What about that water?”

“That ain't really poppin' too hard over this way. But it is poppin' over in the Panic Zone. I got a broad who lives over there on Sycamore. She'll be hittin' you whenever some of that is needed. She will also get at you from time to time for some X. I'm tellin' you, dog, this shit is gravy over this way. If I could handle it I'd run all this shit myself, but I can't take care of my end of the south as well as Del City, too. I got my team spread out thin enough as is.”