Carl Weber's Kingpins (19 page)

King really wasn't paying any attention to Lawanda at first, but at the mention of that nigga Flamboyant's name, she now had his undivided attention. “Look, do me a favor and have your friend get at me. Let her know I'll break her off for everything she does for me. She won't have to worry 'bout that nigga Flex no more 'cause now she'll be plugged in wit' the King. Real talk.”

Lawanda smiled and said, “A'ight, but what about me? Don't I get some kind of blessin' for passing along this information?”

He smiled at her and said, “Don't trip, you know I got you. But right now shit needs to be handled. Hit me after you've gotten at ol' girl. What's her name anyway?”

“Karmen.”

“After you've holla'd at her, give her my number and tell her I said to get at me. After I've handled my business we'll hook up and do us. Cool?”

“Mmm hm,” she answered with a smile on her face as she watched King leave.

As soon as he was back inside of his car he picked up his cell and called Tippi. When she answered the phone he told her, “Looks like you get to loot at that nigga Flex.”

“You lyin'! What that fake-ass nigga do?”

“I'll put you up on it when we get together. Did you get 'em niggas on that flight?”

“Yeah, they made it. That nigga Keko was bitchin' the whole damn time, too.”

King laughed and said, “He'll be a'ight. Meet me on the block. Looks like we're 'bout to be busy today.”

Tippi smiled into the receiver and said, “Good. I've been waitin' for this shit for a long fuckin' time.”

“I know,” King replied as he ended the call.

“So, you want to have a party this year, huh, babe?”

“Mmm hmm, it might be fun. At least it will be something different this year. I'm tired of going out of town every year for my birthday,” Shayla said as she sat down next to Flamboyant on the sofa. “So, what do you think?”

“It's cool with me. I'll have Prince get at 'em New York niggas and set everything up. Since your birthday falls on a Friday this year everything should be all good. We'll turn a regular club into one hell of a Friday night in Oklahoma City.”

“Come on now, Marco, there's no need to get too crazy with this.”

“You know how I get down, babe. If I'm gonna do this it has to be top notch all the fuckin' way. So make sure that you tell everyone you invite that it's going to be on and poppin' for your twenty-sixth birthday party,” he stated proudly.

Shayla rolled her eyes slightly and said, “Oh, God.”

* * *

When Milo saw Nutta hopping out of his truck at the McDonald's in Midwest City, he couldn't resist the urge to see what that little north side nigga was about. Though Milo was just a little shorter than Nutta at five six, he was confident that if they got into a fight he'd come out victorious. He sat back in his seat and watched as Nutta entered the Mickey Dee's.

While Nutta was paying for his food he noticed Milo sitting at his table grilling him. Alarm bells went off inside of his head.
South side nigga! Shit, I left my strap in the truck!
He took a look in Milo's direction. Milo smiled at him and slid to the end of his seat and raised his shirt so that Nutta could see the butt of his pistol. Nutta stared at him for a moment as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. He turned back and faced the counter and waited for his food. When his food was ready he took a deep breath, grabbed his Big Mac combo, and started for the front door. Milo watched him stiffly walk out of the fast food restaurant and began to laugh. Milo's laughter infuriated Nutta. Once he was outside of the McDonald's he ran to his truck, opened the door, and quickly grabbed his gun. He stepped back into the Mickey Dee's with his weapon in his hand and glared at Milo, who was still sitting in his seat inside of the restaurant. When he saw that Nutta had pulled out a gun his smile quickly departed.

“Shit!” Before he was able to say another word Nutta began unloading his 9 mm in Milo's direction. Milo was missed by centimeters. He dove to the ground and was luckily able to avoid being shot.

After the last round from his gun had been fired, Nutta smiled and yelled, “Bitch-ass nigga! This the north!” He then ran out the restaurant and jumped into his truck and sped out of the parking lot.

* * *

“Babe, I'm about to go get with Prince for a li'l while. I'll be back shortly,” Flamboyant said as he stepped toward the front door.

“Bring me back something to eat!” Shayla yelled from their bedroom.

“What do you want?” he yelled back.

“It doesn't matter, you choose!”

“A'ight!” As he stepped out of the house his cell phone rang. “What's up?” he answered.

“Dog, you ain't gon' believe this shit, but some north side nigga just tried to take Milo,” said Prince.

“What? Where?”

“Out in Midwest City at that McDonald's on Twenty-third and Douglas.”

“Where that nigga at?”

“He's on his way to my spot now, and he's mad as fuck. You know you gon' have to calm that li'l nigga down. 'Cause if you don't, it's about to be on with 'em north side niggas for real.”

“Yeah, I know. I'm on my way; be there in twenty,” he said as he turned around and went back into the house. He stepped into the bedroom and told Shayla, “Babe, I'm goin' to be gone longer than I thought. Somebody tried to shoot Milo.”

“What? Is he a'ight?”

“I think so. I'll know more when I get to Prince's house. Can you order some pizza or somethin'? 'Cause I got to get over there in a hurry.”

“I'll be okay. Don't worry about me, baby. Go on and handle your business.”

He smiled at her as he bent and gave her a quick kiss. “Thanks, babe.”

* * *

By the time Milo made it to Prince's house he was in a murderous state. All he wanted to do was kill somebody, preferably 'em north side niggas. Prince opened the door and said, “Come in, dog.”

Milo quickly said, “Dog, I can't believe that li'l nigga really tried to get off at me! That fool was bustin' his gun like he a G for real!” Milo screamed with admiration in his voice.

“Damn, nigga, you sound like you proud of that fool or some shit.”

Milo smiled and said, “I am. 'Cause now it's on and ain't nobody gon' stop me from gettin' at 'em niggas. I'm 'bout to tear the north side up. First, I'm gon' start on the east side, then I'm gon' hit the northwest, and then—”

“Hold up, nigga, you know damn well Flamboyant ain't gon' be tryin' to hear no crazy shit like that. You got to think 'bout this shit, dog.”

“Think? Not gon' be hearin' no crazy shit? Dog, Flam ain't gon' be able to stop me from doin' what needs to be done. He wasn't the nigga dodgin' shells inside a mothafuckin' McDonald's a few fuckin' minutes ago!”

“I know, dog, but you got to be careful right 'bout now. A lot of shit will be put at stake if you go all out on 'em niggas right now. Especially after what popped off out in Del City. Come on, my nigga, calm down and chill for a minute. Flam's on his way. Let's be rational, my nigga.”

“Rational? I need a drink.”

“Help yourself,” Prince said as he pointed toward the bar in the corner of his living room.

Flamboyant arrived just as Milo was pouring himself a stiff drink. After Prince let him inside, he wasted no time gettin' at Milo. “I know you hot, my nigga, and I'm not gon' even fake this shit wit' you, but we can't move on 'em niggas. We can't stand that type of heat. You gon' have to trust me and fall back 'til a better time.”

Milo downed his glass of Hennessy in one gulp and said, “When will there be a better time, Flam? When have you ever known a good time for killin', dog? It is what it is. Any day is a good day to kill. I'm not gon' sit here and argue with y'all all night. I feel what you sayin', though. I'll fall back for a minute, but if 'em niggas get at me again and don't take me, I swear on my mama I'm gon' ride on they ass 'til I'm stankin' or stuck in somebody's jail! Real talk!”

“Let me make a call real quick. I was told this kind of shit wouldn't be goin' down,” Flamboyant said as he pulled out his cell quickly and dialed Toni's number. As soon as Toni was on the line he said, “We need to talk.”

“What's wrong?”

“A member of my team just got blasted at by one of 'em north side niggas. You told me that if I didn't war there wouldn't be any aggressive moves made toward me and mines. What's up wit' this shit, Toni?”

Toni sighed heavily. “Let me check into this, I'll call you back.” Toni hung up on him before he had a chance to respond.

Flamboyant stared at his phone for a few seconds. “This shit is fuckin' crazy.”

“What?” asked Prince.

“How can Toni control or know what's what wit' 'em north side niggas? Somethin' ain't right wit' this shit.”

“Maybe Toni fucks with 'em niggas too,” said Prince.

“Nah, I doubt it. Toni's too fuckin' smooth to waste time with some foul niggas like 'em cowards.”

“You sure?” asked Prince.

Before he could answer the question, he was interrupted by the ringing of his cell. He checked the caller ID and saw that it was Toni calling him back. “We're 'bout to see now,” he said to Prince. He answered the phone, “What up?”

“Meet me at Pearl's on the Lake in thirty.”

“A'ight, but I need to know—”

“Your questions will be answered when we meet,” Toni cut him off angrily. “Don't waste your time questioning me right now, Flamboyant.”

“Whatever. I'll see you in a few.” He faced Milo and Prince and told them, “Hold it down, my niggas. I'm 'bout to go find out what's what. I'll holla back at y'all later on.”

“Want me to roll with ya?” asked Prince.

“Nah, you know how Toni gets down. I'm good. I'll get at you after this meet.”

“A'ight, be safe,” Prince said as he walked Flamboyant to the door. After Flamboyant left the house, Prince turned toward Milo and said, “This shit is 'bout to get ugly.”

“What makes you say that?” Milo asked.

Prince tapped his right hand on his stomach a few times and said, “I can feel it in my gut.”

* * *

Toni was talking to Charlie on the phone when Flamboyant entered the restaurant. “Look, he's here now. I handle this end; you make sure you get control of your man. That nigga is trying to fuck up our money in a major way.”

“Don't worry about King. I'll take care of his ass. You just keep that nigga Flamboyant in check,” replied Charlie.

“Got it.” Toni set the cell phone on the table just as Flamboyant approached. “Good evening, Flamboyant, have a seat.” After he was seated Toni said, “First off, let me apologize for my tone earlier. I was out of line. It's just that when I get news of that nature I tend to lose my composure.”

“That's cool. I was trippin' a li'l bit, but it was nothin' for real. What I am trippin' off of is how are you able to know and basically control what 'em north side niggas be doin'? You fuckin' wit' 'em niggas too?”

Toni smiled and said, “Of course not. You are my only concern. I deal only with you. Rest assured of that fact. My hand is all over this town, though. There won't be much going on that I won't know about. When it comes to you and your team's well-being, I will make sure that I hold nothing back to ensure that everything is all good for you. I made a few calls and some inquiries about what happened with your man. I'm waiting for some answers now. So you'll have to be patient for the time being. I can tell you with the utmost confidence that you or no one on your team will have to worry about getting shot at again. At least not by any of those gentlemen from the north side.”

“What makes you so sure? You told me that I didn't have shit to worry 'bout before. I can't hold these sharks back for too long. They ain't no punks. When they feel challenged the only thing they know how to do is step up and face their challengers head-on. On top of that, holdin' 'em back compromises my position.”

“I understand, but you're going to have to stand firm and hold them back. We cannot afford a war between you guys. Continue to get that money and I'll handle everything else. My word.”

“You better, Toni, 'cause if you don't, this town is 'bout to turn red.”

* * *

Shayla was sitting down watching TV when she got a call on her cell from King.

“What's up with you, Shay?”

“Why are you calling me, Trevor? This shit ain't even cool.”

“It ain't, huh? Well, how come you ain't got back at me then?”

This nigga got some fuckin' nerve,
she thought as she said, “Look, I already told you I have a man. Why can't you accept that and chill?”

“Accept it? I have accepted it. You must have forgot that you called me. You initiated all contact, Shay. If you wouldn't have got at my aunty then we wouldn't have holla'd at all. Come on with the bullshit; you know what it is just as much as I do. You're still feelin' me.”

“Nigga, please. Don't flatter yourself and let all of that newfound money fuck your head up, Trevor. You've never been the conceited type.”

He smiled and said, “You right, ain't nothin' conceited about the King. I know what I want and I'm confident that my feelings are on point. As a matter of fact, I'm sure of it. So stop playin', Shay.”

“Bye, Trevor, and don't worry about calling me back 'cause I'm about to turn off my phone for the night. And when I get up tomorrow I'm changing my number. I've moved on with my life, Mr. Confident. I advise you to do the same.” Shayla was shaking slightly as she pressed the end button on her phone. She couldn't believe how upset King made her. Not only was she upset about him calling her phone, she was extremely pissed off at the fact that he had the nerve to be laughing at her as she hung up on his ass. He knew she still cared for him and that shit spelled danger with a capital D.
Fuck,
she thought as she stared at the television screen.