Carl Weber's Kingpins (16 page)

King couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Is he actually sitting across from me talkin' like I am some little kid or some shit?
he thought as he silently fumed. When Charlie paused for a brief moment he used that opportunity to get a word in. “My man's girl, his woman, his significant other was murdered, Charlie. There is no way in hell I'm gon' hold him back from doin' whatever he feels he has to do to get his revenge for his wifey. To be totally honest with you, I don't think I would be able to stop my man even if I wanted to.”

Charlie sighed and said, “You don't get it, King. I'm not asking you to make this happen. I'm telling you to! This isn't up for any debate, nigga. You do what needs to be done or—”

“Or what?” King asked with rebellion in his voice.

Charlie smiled. “You think you can buck at me, King? Do you honestly think that if you disobey my orders you will be able to continue to live the way you've become accustomed to? Better yet, live at fucking all! Don't let this smooth face fool you. I can end your existence with a fucking text message. Don't you dare sit there and try to act like you're running shit anywhere else. If I let you go to war behind this mess I'll lose money. I'm not in this business to lose anything, let alone my fucking money. I admire your strength; that's one of the qualities you possess that led me to you in the first place. But don't ever think you're stronger than me. Because when you start thinking foolishly, you're being borderline suicidal. Get your squad to lie back and chill; this shit will soon pass. When it does, maybe, and I do mean maybe, you'll be able to let your man get revenge for his wife. Until then, you have to get your mind right as does the rest of your squad. Get back to business, get that money, King, and get rich. That's the ultimate goal here, right?”

“Yeah, you right. I feel everything you sayin', Charlie. But check this out, I told you I'm not a nigga who is used to havin' restraints. I'll continue to get this money like I been doin', believe that, but ain't no way in hell you can expect for me to lay it down if 'em niggas keep gettin' at me and mines. I'll do as you've asked me to, 'cause I don't do what I'm told. I do what the fuck I want to. Yeah, you the boss 'cause you got that sack, but don't ever think you can treat me like a punk peon-type nigga. Once you've made that mistake there's only one thing left for us to find out.”

Charlie smile and asked, “And that is?”

King returned Charlie's smile and simply said, “To see who is going to actually end whose existence.”

Charlie burst into laughter and said, “Understood. Now, I can guarantee that you or your squad won't have any further problems.”

“How can you be so sure? That nigga Flamboyant has shown me that he wants to play. What makes you think he won't get at me again?”

“Trust me, King, I got this. If he does, which he won't, I give you my word that I'll give you all of the assistance necessary for you to make him and his entire family disappear. So back off and get that money, and keep the reins held on your man, a'ight?”

“Yeah, I got you.”

“Oh, and for the record, King, you will lose if and when you ever decide to go up against me. If I were you I'd erase all thoughts of ever trying to go into a battle that you have absolutely no chance of winning. This meeting is over unless you have anything further to add.”

“Nah, I'm good. I'll be gettin' at you in a few days for some more work, probably after Neecy's funeral.”

“Call me when you're ready. And please send my deepest condolences to your man. This is a tragedy, but those in the living must continue to live. Feel me?”

“Yeah, I feel ya, Charlie,” King said as he slid out of the booth. As he left the Applebee's restaurant he was trying to figure out a way to tell his squad that they weren't going to be able to retaliate on them south side niggas.
How in the fuck am I goin' to be able to hold Keko and Tippi back? Shit!

When King made it to the block he saw Flex's Navigator, Boleg's Suburban, Nutta's Nitro, and Tippi's H2 lined up in front of the trap. He sighed as he got out of his car and went inside of the house. As soon as he was inside of the trap Tippi asked, “What did Charlie have to say 'bout this shit?”

“Charlie wants us to fall back. The heat from this will hurt our ends and we can't afford to go to war wit' 'em niggas, not right now anyway.”

“What? I know you told Charlie to eat a dick, right? Right?” yelled Tippi.

King frowned and said, “If you shut the fuck up and listen I'll tell you what's what. We are goin' to fall back 'til this shit can cool down. I'm not lettin' Keko open that trap back up, at least for a minute. We're going to bury Neecy, then get back to what we do best. When the time is right we'll get them soft-ass south side niggas. 'Til then, we got to get back to doin' what it do.”

“Bullshit! That ain't how you get down, nigga, and you fuckin' know it! That may be how Charlie gets down, but not you! I can't believe you gon' let Charlie make the call on this shit! That's some fucked-up shit, King!” Tippi screamed as she stood and left the trap.

King ignored her outburst and continued as if she hadn't even been inside of the house. “Where's Keko?”

“He spent the night with Neecy's mom. She's taking it real hard,” Boleg said as he lit a Black & Mild.

“Yeah, and that nigga ain't gon' be tryin' to hear that shit you just shot at us, nigga. Real talk, that is a fucked-up move,” said Cuddy.

“I know, but that's how it gots to be. We'll move on 'em fools when the time is right,” King stated firmly.

“I know it's hot and shit, but it's hot in Del City, not the south. Why can't we go look at 'em niggas real quick like?” asked Nutta. “I mean, it ain't like it's gon' take much to go out there and let 'em cowards have it.”

“Yeah, we could get Spook and some extra wolves and go do 'em niggas on some late-night shit. Once that's that then we could fall back in the cut. The heats gon' be out that way, not over here,” added Flex.

King shook his head from side to side and said, “Y'all don't get it. If we move on 'em niggas when we're finished they'll try to move right back on us. The heat will not only be on the south side, but the north as well. The entire fuckin' town will be on fire. That means no money will be made and shit will get real fucked up. We wait. We fall back 'til I say so. I don't want to hear anything else on this shit. If you ain't wit' what I'm talkin' 'bout then get to fuckin' steppin' right fuckin' now!”

“Dog, you know we ain't goin' no-fuckin'-where so you can kill that shit. But real talk, you gon' have one hell of a time tryin' to stop Keko from doin' him. His wifey just got took on some foul shit, my nigga. If the shit was the other way around would you be able to fall back if your man told you to stand down?” Cuddy asked as he stared at King.

“I know this shit is fucked up, Cuddy, but we all have to eat. We can't let our emotions take control of our common sense. Fallin' back is the best move for now. I know it's gon' be hard for Keko to understand that, but on the real, dog, he don't have a fuckin' choice!” King said fiercely.

* * *

Tippi was driving around aimlessly, thinking about what King told her and the others
. I can't believe that nigga gon' let Charlie put him on some bitch shit like that. One of ours gets hurt, twenty of theirs must die. That's the code we always lived by. I don't see why that shit has to change now,
she thought as she pulled into a 7-Eleven so she could get her a pack of blunts. She wanted to get high. When she got back inside of her truck she grabbed her cell and called Mondo. “Where you at?”

“I just got off work,” answered Mondo.

“Are you tired?”

“A little.”

“How fast can you meet me at the Fifth Seasons?”

“I'm almost at my house, so I'd say about thirty.”

“Thirty? You don't stay that damn far; why that fuckin' long?”

“Since I'm almost home I might as well go take a shower real quick and clean myself up.”

“Fuck that. Take a shower at the room. I'll see you in a li'l bit,” Tippi said. Before she could set the cell down, it started ringing. When she saw King's number on the caller ID she started to let it roll over to her voice mail. She went on and answered it instead. “What, nigga?” she asked, still highly pissed off at him.

“I can't have you out there trippin' the fuck out tonight. We can't move on 'em niggas, Tippi. If we do, Charlie will cut us off. Without that plug or protection, all of this shit will have been for nothin'. Don't go left on me when I really need your ass to be at ease,” he said seriously.

Tippi thought she heard a little desperation in his voice and figured she'd use that to her advantage. “Nah, fuck that shit! I'm damn near on the south side now,” she lied. “I got to do 'em niggas for my nigga Keko.”

“Come on wit' that shit, Tippi. You know damn well you don't even know where that fool Flamboyant rest his fuckin' head. If you can't get him, it ain't worth the risk. He'll try to bounce back and get at us, then we'll have to war, and then everything will be straight fucked up. Come on back to the block and fall back for me, baby.”

Got ya,
Tippi thought as she told him, “You want me to fall back? How bad?”

“What you talkin' 'bout?”

“I'm sayin', if you want me to fall back I want to know what you willin' to do to get me to do that.”

“Come on wit' that bullshit, Tippi. That shit you thinkin' ain't even cool right there.”

“Nah, if you want me to fall back then you need to meet me at the Fifth Seasons in thirty. It's time you gave me what I been wantin' for years. It's either that or I'm on my way to cause some havoc on the south side. What's it gon' be?”

He sighed and said, “You've wanted this dick for years, huh? A'ight, you got it. I'm gon' hurt you, Tippi. I'm 'bout to stuff this dick so far up in you you're goin' to feel it deep in yo' chest cavity.”

“Umm, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout. Hurry yo' ass up!” After Tippi ended that call she quickly called Mondo back and said, “Change of plans. Go on home. I got some business to take care of.”

“Come on, Tippi, I just pulled into the parking lot of the hotel,” whined Mondo.

“So what? Go home!”

Tippi smiled as she turned onto the highway headed for the Fifth Seasons. She was finally about to get what she'd been desiring for years: King.

By the time King arrived at the hotel, Tippi sent him a text message informing him of the room number. He couldn't believe he was actually about to fuck her. After all of these years of shaking her, here he was finally about to see how good that pussy really was. He couldn't help but smile at that thought. Even though he had chosen not to look at Tippi in that way, he knew that she was sexy as hell and this sex session was about to be intense, to say the least.

When he made it to the door of suite 567, he knocked and waited for Tippi to open up. Tippi opened the door and he damn near fell back when he saw her standing there dressed in only a transparent thong. Her firm C cups stood at attention as she stood there looking fucking edible. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him with a smile on his face. As soon as the door was closed Tippi wasted no time. She dropped to her knees and began unbuckling King's Louis Vuitton belt. Once that task was taken care of she pulled his jeans down to his ankles and greedily began sucking his dick. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he enjoyed her head game. “Damn, baby . . .” He reached down and used his right hand to guide her.

“Mmmmmm hmmm,” she mumbled as she continued to suck away. She let his shaft slide out of her mouth with a pop as she quickly began sucking his balls. She began to hum lightly as she savored the flavor of his testicles. She grabbed his shaft and began stroking him slowly as she continued to hum and lick his balls. That combination was just too much for him to take. He pulled away from her slowly and scooped her into his arms before she could say a word. He kicked his legs all the way out of his jeans and carried her into the bedroom of the suite and gently laid her on the bed. She frowned and said, “Dammit, King, this is my moment, not yours! Let me do this my way!”

“If I let you do it your way a nigga will be 'sleep right now. You had a nigga 'bout to bust too fuckin' quick.”

“Ain't like we got somewhere else to be. We got all fuckin' night!”

He smiled at her pretty face and said, “You got that right.” He then reached down and pulled her transparent thong off and said, “Now it's my turn to do the tastin'.” He dipped his head between her legs and began licking her sex. Her nectar tasted so sweet that he felt as if he'd lost all control of his tongue. He slid it all over her pussy lips, inside and out. It was as if his tongue had a mind of its own at that moment. Tippi moaned and squirmed all over the bed as he performed what seemed to her as the perfect form of cunnilingus. Before she knew what was happening she started climaxing. Her moans quickly turned to screams as her orgasm rocked her entire body.

“Oh! My! Fuckin'! God! That! Shit! Feels! Soooo! Goooood!” Tippi screamed at the top of her lungs.

Before her orgasm ended, King got on top of her and slid his dick deep inside of her, stroking her slowly. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and matched the pace that he'd set. They were in complete harmony with one another as they made love for what seemed like hours. King came several times but he refused to stop.
This pussy is too damn good to stop,
he thought as he continued to stroke harder and deeper inside of her.