The Pussy Trap (17 page)

“You have to make my toes curl first,” he said. KoKo gave him that smile and said, “Well, come on, let’s not keep momma waiting.”

Kayson jumped up and true to his word made, KoKo take back everything she said, and oh yeah, that back was arched and the words “Kayson stop” was music to his ears.

Later, as they rode in the car, KoKo was quietly thinking about what she had told Kayson earlier about her parents. She always tried to keep those feelings under control. However, him bringing them up only put them right back into focus.

When Kayson pulled up to his mother’s brownstone, he grabbed her hand and said, “Relax. My mom is good people.” KoKo looked at him then opened her door. Kayson went to the trunk to get the bags. He always made it his business to bring his mother something. He took KoKo by the hand, pulling her from the car. They walked up the stairs and he opened the door with his key. As he walked in, his mom stood at the big bay window watering her plants.

“Hey sexy lady,” he said as he came into the room. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. KoKo stood in the doorway watching the whole exchange.

“Hey yourself.” She pinched Kayson's cheek and looked him up and down. “Are you eating?”

“Yes ma'am. I eat. Are you eating and taking your medicine?”

“Yes, I am,” she said in her ‘don't start’ voice. His mom had breast cancer and she had come out of remission twice.

Kayson was always worried about her. He had hired a nurse, a chef, and a maid that came and took care of everything for her.

“Well, who is this lovely young lady? Is this the infamous Miss KoKo?” She walked toward her.

“I don’t know about infamous, but you can call me Ce'Asia.” Koko met her in the middle of the room.

Kayson watched their first meet and he could not help but see the look his mother had in her eyes when KoKo said her name was Ce'Asia. Monique ran her hands down KoKo's face and looked her up and down like she had been waiting for her. She took her in her arms and held her tight. KoKo gave in to the embrace and closed her eyes. She hadn’t had a woman hug her with such love since before her grandmother died.

When they released each other, Monique had a tear in her eye. KoKo was shocked at the emotion this woman she had never met was showing her. Then she asked, “Is everything okay?”

Monique smiled. “You are so beautiful and I’ve always wanted a daughter. The things Kayson told me about you just overwhelmed me, I guess. Come on in and sit down. Kayson, go get her something to drink,” she said.

Puzzled, Kayson went into the kitchen. When he returned, his mother was gone and KoKo was sitting there alone.

“Where did my mother go?” he asked as he passed her a soda.

“She said she had to get her medicine.” KoKo felt a little awkward after their exchange.

“Oh, I'll be right back,” Kayson said and went upstairs. His mother was sitting on the bed holding her hands together and rocking back and forth.

“Ma, what’s the matter?” he said as he went to kneel at her feet.

“That's her. That's Malik's daughter.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure. I suspected it when you said KoKo, but when she said her real name, I knew it, plus she looks just like him.” Kayson took a minute to reflect. It took him back to when he was five years old and his dad's friend would bring his mom money every Thursday and the little baby he brought with him a few times. Then he thought about the night he didn’t show up, but two other guys did and handed his mother a white envelope and then she started crying. He never saw Malik again.

“Look Ma, let’s keep this shit under wraps for right now until I can pull this shit together. She is going through some shit right now and I need her to be on point.”

“Okay son, but don’t let secrets ruin your life like I did.” She put her hands on his face.

“I won’t.” He kissed her hands and they went back downstairs.

When they returned, KoKo was looking at pictures of Kayson when he was little. “I thought I was going to have to come up and get y'all,” she said as she turned to them.

“I’m sorry, sweetie pie. Sometimes all this medication gets me all emotional. I needed a minute.”

“It’s okay.”

“Come sit down with us and eat. You also look like you ain’t had a meal in days. Child, you thin as a rail.” She took KoKo by the hand and led her to the kitchen.

KoKo took the opportunity to blame her weight on Kayson. “Your son doesn't feed me. He just makes me work.”

“Is that right?” his mother asked.

KoKo smiled. She now knew where he got that.

Kayson's mother brought dishes to set the table. “Well, I'll tell you something. My son is a one-track kind of man like his father. See, they are the type of men that are hung like a Shetland pony, so they think as long as they can keep you screaming, you got all the meat you need. However, I keep telling the boy you have to nourish the mind, body, and soul.”

KoKo's mouth was on the floor.

Kayson shrugged his shoulders and said, “What can I say? I told you she was real.”

They sat down, ate, and talked. Monique was mesmerized. KoKo had grown to be so beautiful, and the fact that she ended up in her son’s arms blew her mind.

As the evening closed, she hugged KoKo and made her promise that she would come back soon. She told her that she could even come without him. KoKo laughed and promised she would. Fifteen minutes later, she and Kayson got in the car and headed to see one of their connects.

“Your mother is so nice and the shit that comes out her mouth needs to be on Def Comedy Jam. She is funny as hell.”

“Yeah, I know. I just pray she can pull through all this and get back to herself.” He got quiet. Seeing his mother only fueled his fire to kill Raul. His head would be the ultimate gift and he was hell bent on making sure it was the next one he gave her.

KoKo had not seen him like this before. Kayson was running all his plans repeatedly in his head. Then he said, “KoKo, its killing season.”

She looked at him and smiled.

Chapter 15

A week later, Aldeen, Wise, and Baseem were to meet Kayson at one of their meeting spots to go over a few plans. Aldeen was Kayson’s best friend since seventh grade. When they were fifteen, they got close after Aldeen killed his stepfather for beating his mother.

One night Aldeen came home and saw his stepfather, Russell, standing over his mother kicking her in the ribs and cursing her out. “Didn’t I tell your ass you couldn’t leave this house?” he shouted.

His mother crawled into a ball and pleaded for her life. Aldeen slid into the kitchen and got a butcher knife. He ran at Russell with all his might, stabbing him repeatedly in the back, puncturing his lung. Russell swung around out of breath as blood came out the side of his mouth. Aldeen didn’t back down. He gritted his teeth and said, “Let’s rock, muthafucka.” Russell lunged at him and was met with the fate of Aldeen’s knife. He stabbed him deep then pulled it up making sure to rip whatever it touched. Russell fell to his knees and Aldeen watched as he perished.

His mother looked on in amazement as Aldeen smiled. “You don’t ever have to worry about another beating, mommy.” She crawled over to her son and hugged him around his legs like he was her savior. He consoled her for a minute, then he called Kayson to help him get rid of the body. Kayson was right there. The cops were on her hard. When shit cooled off, they got up the money and put his mother on a bus to stay with some family in Boston. He moved in with Kayson and his mother until they got another spot.

They were inseparable ever since. Kayson and Aldeen met Baseem when they went down to Atlantic City to gamble the summer they turned eighteen. Kayson and Aldeen were drunk as hell and trying to hold on to each other. Aldeen was cracking up because Kayson didn’t drink. He was fucked up and mad at the same time because they couldn’t remember where they parked the car. Somehow, it came to them that they didn’t drive, but came in a limo. This information sent Kayson into a laughing fit and he had to pee, so they stopped beside the Tropicana by the dumpster.

“Oh shit, hold me up,” Kayson said to Aldeen.

“Shit, I’ll put one hand on your back, but if I got to hold your dick, you going home pissy tonight.”

They started to laugh again. They heard a faint argument in the background. This woke both of them up. All they could hear was a voice saying, “Y’all niggas thought that I was a punk?”

Kayson put his dick back and zipped his pants. They peeked around the corner and saw this black ass nigga holding two guns, one in each hand and pointing at two cats who looked like they were deer caught in headlights. One responded to the question.

“Nah, my dude, we was just checking your status. We never saw you before.”

“Well, y’all need a better welcoming party because this nigga hit me with a gotdamn bottle. That shit felt more like a threat on my life.”

Just then, Kayson noticed a nigga creeping up from the corner and coming up behind the guy with the guns. Kayson reached for his gat and put one in the trigger. He usually didn’t get in other niggas’ business, but from what he could hear, if they hit this nigga with a bottle and he was able to remain standing and get to his guns then turn the tables on them, then he might have run up on a hit man for hire. Kayson was always looking for talent so he could step farther back.

When it looked like it might be over for Baseem, Kayson bust off catching the guy in the head. Baseem immediately put one in the throat of the guy on his left, and one between the eyes of the guy on his right. They both fell like a deck of cards. Baseem turned his attention to Kayson and Aldeen, realizing that they had just saved his life. He went over to them and gave them dap. “Thanks for having a nigga's back,” Baseem said, apparently very grateful.

Kayson said, “I have a proposition for you. Let’s get the fuck outta here then we can talk.” They quickly got to the limo and headed back to New York and Baseem had been paying his debt to Kayson ever since. Shit, the way he figured it, he owed him his life. And for that, he became one of Kayson’s most loyal.

Baseem is a beast, but his only weakness is pussy. Often times, when Kayson would be looking for him, he would be holed up in some pussy. Mainly, this chick named Shonda.

Shonda was his freak; she would let him do her in every hole she had, and then suck his dick so good he would pull out his wallet and hand it to her and say, “Keep the change.”

Aldeen and Wise would always tell that nigga to stay focused. They couldn’t get mad at him up until this point because he was a top earner and a true executioner. This muthafucka would kill mercilessly and without prejudice with no interview, trial, or jury. When they sent him in, even the rodents would be laid out and he would leave the spot traceless. If Kayson said “get ‘em,” they were got. And the only thing to stop him was if God himself was there to sweet talk the bullets.

Wise was one of those cool cats that never got upset unless it was absolutely necessary. Aldeen and Wise grew up next door to each other and did all their dirt together. That is, until they met Kayson. Wise, at first, was a little taken aback at how close Kayson and Aldeen had gotten and how they were able to put together a dynasty in no time. Sometimes, he felt like a third wheel until he realized that everybody had a role in an organization. The hand can only do what it’s natural function is. You can’t ask it to be a foot or an elbow, so with that wisdom, he found his natural talent, and that was to teach and train the foot soldiers and then make sure they were running shit correctly.

Kayson had to respect him because he knew he could not be successful in any business unless the workers were on his side. Wise did just that, and his number one project was KoKo. KoKo was more like a little brother than a little sister. She never complained, was always on time, had no attachments, and could take direction and execute plans like a well-oiled machine. It was for that reason that he had suggested her for Kayson’s brilliant plan to make a muthafucka leave the same way he came, by the pussy.