Kingpin killaz 3, p.9
Kingpin Killaz 3, page 9
part #3 of Kingpin Killaz Series
“Mane, who the fuck is that?” he asked, opening the door to the house and was halfway inside of it.
“I don’t know, but they can get these bullets sent first class.” I cocked the .45 and jumped off of the porch with the pistol at my side.
It was around six in the afternoon on a cool day. Even though the sun was out, it felt cold and had been windy the entire day. There were only a few people sitting on their porches, and they were at the other end of the block. I could see them from where I stood on the porch.
Crescent eased into the house, closing the door. I could have sworn I heard it lock. I threw my hands in the air and waited on the truck to bust a move. I was already in a foul mood. I’d been up all night, unable to get a wink of sleep. All of the souls from the many people I’d slain felt as if they were haunting me. Every time I closed my eyes for more than a few minutes, I was being accosted. I’d wake up in cold sweats with my heart beating fast. I was tired of it, so I’d stayed up, getting higher than Mars.
“What’s good?” I hollered, walking toward the truck on some death wish shit. I was seconds away from airing it out.
When I got about five feet from the passenger’s side, the window rolled down. This made me jump back, ready to fire. I raised my gun and aimed, then Yani called my name.
“Heinous! You bet’ not shoot up my truck, boy!”
The sound of her voice melted me. I tucked the fo’-nickel back into the small of my back and bent over to look inside of the truck. “Aw, shit, Yani. Ma, is that you?”
She rolled the window all the way down. “Yeah, it’s me. Get yo’ ass in. I need ta holler at you about something.”
Crescent opened the door to the house and came back onto the porch. “Heinous, who the fuck is that?”
I waved his soft-ass off. I coulda sworn he locked the front door. I wasn’t sure, but I still felt some type of way. “Nigga, it’s good. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I slid into Yani’s soft leather seats, and as I closed the door, the seatbelt wrapped around me and clicked into place. She drove away from the curb, the truck navigating with a light humming sound. The drive was smooth. The dashboard looked like a spaceship. The scent of her perfume was heavy in the closed space. I loved every whiff of it. She had her hair curled. Her make up was flawless and made her look like a celebrity. Her face looked fuller, but sexy. There was no bags under her eyes like there had been the last time I’d seen her. Her lips looked more juicy and plump. They were shiny. She had my attention. I found myself lusting after her as if I’d never seen her before. Like she was new pussy.
I broke the silence. “Where you been at, Yani? Got me going weeks and weeks all worried about yo’ ass and shit. That ain’t cool.”
She continued to drive in silence, turned on her blinker, and made a left, driving around the block. “I made a pit stop at rehab and kicked that habit that look like it’s killing you. I couldn’t allow for the devil to control me like that. It took a month, but I kicked that shit cold turkey. I’m clean, and I’m on my bidness now. I’m about to come up in a major way. Mark those words.” She had a track by Nicki Minaj and Lil Wayne banging out of her speakers: “Rich Sex.”
“Where you get this truck from? What type of nigga you dealing wit’ that got you rolling a BMW?”
“How you know it’s a nigga? It could be a female. We do run the world, you know.” She looked over at me and smiled.
“Stop playin’ wit’ me and answer the fuckin’ question,” I snapped.
She rolled her eyes. “Damn, Heinous. I ain’t seen you in forever, and you still treat me like shit. I don’t get it. Did you at least miss me?”
“Yani, on my mother, rest her soul, if you don’t tell me where you been and who gave you this truck, I’ma take this muthafucka right here and blow yo’ shit back. Now, keep playin’ wit’ me.” I took the .45 out of my pants and sat it on my lap after re-cocking it. I sniffed and looked over at her.
She continued to drive and exhaled. “Damn, Heinous, I still love yo’ stupid ass. I don’t know why, but I do.” She shook her head. “I been doing my thing in Houston. The clubs are way better over there. The tricks pay more, and I’ve ran into so many rich people that are obsessed with little ol’ me that it’s crazy. A fine li’l Mexican princess bought me this truck for my birthday. No strings. She just wants me to dance for her whenever I’m in Houston, and if she can’t wait until I travel out that way, she’ll fly me out or send for me, no matter where I am. That’s it. You wouldn’t believe how many other offers I’ve gotten like that. There have been so many people throwing money and opportunities at my feet that I can’t keep up with them all.”
“Yani, why do you have me blocked all over social media? Why you ain’t been responding to my texts? Do you know how worried I was about you? Do you?” I was so heated by the things she was saying. Heated because I could tell she no longer needed me. She could survive on her own, and I think a major part of me needed her to actually need me to be her provider. Even though she’d had her own small businesses back in Chicago, that never stopped me from being her center. She looked to me for strength, guidance, and love. I wanted that old thing back. That old feeling. I hated seeing that she was doing so good, especially when I felt and looked like shit. I was stressing, and I knew it.
“Blocking you is what I needed to do for myself. You were my enabler.”
“Your what?”
“Enabler. The person who helped me stay on the dangerous path I was on. Every time you did some of that China stuff, I felt like I needed to. Every time you told me to jump, I did. I followed you because you were my man. You was the head, and your guidance led me upon a path of destruction. You were, to put it simple, my enabler.”
She pulled the truck into a parking spot in Turtle Creek. The parking lot was secluded. We were the only ones there. In the distance I could see four joggers running along the water. The wind seemed to pick up drastically. It caused her truck to sway.
“Shorty, I don’t know what bullshit them people put into your head, but I wasn’t enabling shit. Everything you did, you did on your own accord. I hope you wasn’t in there trashing me and all of that shit, blaming all of your shortcomings on me. I mean, after all, you are a grown-ass woman.”
She turned the key all the way backward so the music played and the heat continued to blow. She took off her seatbelt and looked over at me. “If I would have blamed all of my shortcomings on you, I would have been well within my rights to do so. You put that bullshit in my system by force. You took me out of my comfort zone. You brought me out here. You whooped my ass. You treated me less than human. If you were not the cause of all of my issues, you are definitely responsible for ninety-five percent of them, if not more. So don’t tell me what you hoped I didn’t do. I did everything I needed to do to get better.” She frowned, reached out her hand, and touched my face. “Baby, you look horrible. Can’t you see you need to find some help, too?”
I allowed her to stroke my face for a bit before I knocked it away. “You don’t give a fuck about me, because if you did, you would have never left. I thought it was supposed to be you and I against the world, but look at how stuck-up you done become with your li’l BMW truck and jewelry all over you like you’re some kind of princess or something. Talking all down to me. And before you left, you called me all kinds of hype and dope fien’. Now you wanna sit here and make it seem like everything is cool? Like you really give a fuck about this nigga right here? Man, fuck you, shorty. Straight-up. Fuck you and the horse you galloped in on.”
I was so high and my thoughts were so clouded that I couldn’t begin to make sense of what I was saying. All I knew was I was jealous. I was missing her. I wanted her back, but the ignorant killer in me wouldn’t allow me to bow down to her. I couldn’t submit. I was too cold internally for that, even though I wanted to with every fiber if my being. I wanted Yani back bad.
She turned so she could fully face me and slapped her right hand on her thick thigh. This made it jiggle inside of her Prada jeans. “Nall, nigga, fuck you. You see, if anybody don’t care about somebody, it’s yo’ black-ass. Nigga, you don’t give a fuck about me. I mean, how could you when you’re the one getting me hooked on heroin and shit? Ever since I stepped off of the porch gave you my hand, you ain’t been nothing but a pull-me-down. A lowlife thug. Nigga, you ain’t got no goals. No ambition. No dreams that aren’t outside of the streets. You’re stagnant, and you’re cancerous to a boss bitch’s growth. I’m just being honest. I can’t go in no direction but down with your trifling-ass, so fuck you.”
I lost it. I grabbed her by her neck with my right hand and squeezed as hard as I could. She gagged and attacked me with her swinging fists. This made me add my second hand. The squeezing got harder and harder. “Bitch, who the fuck you think you talking to? Huh? Who do you think you talking to? You belong to me. You think you better than me now? Huh?”
She continued to fight, gagging and trying to kick at me. “Stop! Ack. Ack. Ack.” More swinging with her fists. “I. Can’t. Breathe!”
I dragged her ass from the driver’s seat and into the very back seat, straddled her, and yanked her arm out of her Prada sweater. “Bitch, you think you don’t need this shit no more, huh? ‘Cause you kicked? That’s what’s making you act all boujee?” I took a syringe out if my inside coat pocket. My habit was so bad I kept one there, filled at all times. I couldn’t be without the drug. Crescent had put me onto the North Korean heroin, and it was so potent I couldn’t go more than an hour without shooting up or my body would start to betray me. I would be in physical pain, all in my stomach, my head, my chest, everywhere that mattered. Places that broke me down like fractions.
I sat on Yani’s chest and trapped her right arm, put the wrist under my knee, and flicked the body of the syringe. The liquid inside it swished around.
“Please, Heinous. Don’t do this. Please. I don’t need that shit back in my system. It almost killed me last time. I’m sorry. I’ll go. I’ll never bother you again. I promise.”
I pulled the cap off the needle with my mouth and blew it out and onto the truck’s floor. “Nall, bitch. I’m tired of you flexing on me. Tired of your li’l snide comments. Bring yo’ ass back over to the dark side. Back over to daddy, where I run shit.” I guided the needle point into her vein and pushed down on the feeder, giving it to her nice and slow as if I was making love to her vein.
“No!” she hollered with her eyes bucked. She made one last attempt to swing at me with her left hand before her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She closed her eyelids and moaned. “I hate you.”
I knew from personal experience the North Korean dope was slowly overtaking her body. It would be a new feel to her, way more potent than that China. The North Korean would break her ass down like fractions, make her vulnerable. She would need me in order to have it, and that’s what I needed. I needed her to need me again, and if hooking her back into the work was the way to make that happen, then it’s what I would have to do.
I slowly got from atop her and knelt beside her. Her chest heaved up and down. There was a little drool in the left corner of her mouth. Her eyelids were closed so tight that all they looked like were wrinkles. I leaned down and licked the drool from her face, swallowed it, and kissed her soft cheek. “How do you feel, baby?” I sucked on her neck and allowed her perfume to drift up my nose. She smelled so fucking good, like the old Yani. The gangsta bitch I had fallen in love wit’ back in Chicago as a youngin.
Her voice was hoarse. “I can’t believe you did this to me. Why, Heinous? I thought you loved me.”
I pulled her blouse up over her arms and off and unhooked her bra in the front. Her pretty caramel titties spilled out. I had missed them so bad. My lips made contact with the nipples, sucked on them one at a time until they were erect, then I was licking circles all around them. “I do love you, Yani. You belong to me. I’m daddy. You can’t leave me in this dark cave all alone, baby. You have to be here with me. You just have to.”
I picked her up and sat her on the spacious back seat. She scooted backward and groaned. Her eyes remained closed. “I’m too high, Heinous. I can’t handle being this high. My heart is beating so fast. I think I need help.”
I pulled her pants off of her thick thighs and down to her ankles. Once there, I took my tongue and trailed it along her inner left thigh. I stayed with the path until I got to the crotch band of her pussy-packed panties. I stuck my nose on it and sniffed hard, as if it was a line of that boy or something. Her scent was incredibly strong.
“Heinous. My heart. Baby. My heart is hurting. Can you hear me?” She muttered these words barely above a whisper.
I yanked her panties to the side so hard I ripped them. Since the material was already ripped, I decided to pull it the rest of the way off. I threw it to the truck’s floor and opened her thighs. Her pussy sat in the furrow of her gap, bald and juicy. A tingle traveled through me. I began to shake. I stuck my head right into the apex of her center and sucked her lips into my mouth hard.
“Uh! Heinous. Fuck. I can’t breathe. I can’t.” She fell forward onto me and began to shake all crazy. “Argh!” Foam bubbled in her mouth before it spilled over and ran down her chin.
I got up and started to panic. “Aw, shit. Aw, shit. Yani!”
She lay on her side, shaking and convulsing. More foam bubbled out of her mouth. Her eyes blinked over and over. Her fingers were crooked and locked. Her feet kicked behind her as if she were a dolphin.
“Jehovah, please, no. Please don’t let my shorty die. I’m sorry, man. Damn!” I pulled her into my arms, and it was like the seizing got worst.
What the fuck had I done?
Chapter 10
I sat on the couch in Yani’s hospital room with my head bowed. This was the third day I’d been there, and she had yet to wake up out of the drug-induced coma they’d placed her in. It turned out the North Korean work had been too much for her to handle. I’d given here way more than I should have. The dosage had been nearly lethal. I’d gotten her to the hospital just in time. Ten minutes later and she would have been a goner.
I raised my head just in time to see her kick her foot, then she jerked and her eyes popped open. They had her hooked up to all kinds of IVs, and there was a breathing tube down her throat. As soon as I saw her eyes pop open, I ran over to the bed and took her hand. The sounds of the breathing machine sucking and exhaling air for her was loud in the room. So was the constant beeping of the other machines.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I swear to God, I’ll never do nothing like this again. I love you so much. Can you please forgive me?”
In response, she started to shake. Her eyes blinked faster and faster, then one of the machines started to scream. I jumped back and looked them over. What the fuck happened?
Yani continued to shake, kicking her feet. She sounded like she was choking. Her eyes continued to blink like crazy.
“Somebody, help my woman! Help! Something ain’t right!” I yelled as loud as I could.
A bunch of nurses and doctors ran into the room. One of them, a short Indian lady, took ahold of my arm and led me out of the room. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to wait in the waiting area with the rest of the visitors.”
I moved her out of the way. “Bitch, move! That’s my woman in there.”
She ran back and blocked the door, then held up her hands at shoulder level. “Sir, I get that, but she’s gone through a lot. You have to let us do what we can to save her. Please. You being this aggressive will only make things worse.”
I saw two security guards jogging down the hall, headed in our direction. I also saw the two cameras angled to monitor the hallway and thought better than to make things worse than they’d already gotten.
“A’ight, but as soon as y’all know anything, tell them to contact her emergency contact person. That’s an order.” I tried to rubberneck over her shoulder to see what I could see. It appeared all of the personnel had surrounded her and were busy at work. That terrified me.
“Sir, you have my word. As soon as we know anything for certain, you will be the first to know. Now, please. Go. I’d hate to see you apprehended over the care you have for this patient.”
“Her name is Yaniece. Not ‘patient,’” I snapped.
The security guards ran up and stopped in front of us. One of them, some big, black, gorilla-looking-ass nigga, came huffing and puffing in our face. “Is there a problem over here, Nurse Prilonka?”
She waved them off. “No, he’s just a bit worried about his girlfriend. Everything is okay. Right, dear?”
I turned my back on all three of them and walked away. What the fuck had I done to my woman?
***
Yani slipped into a coma that night, and after I got word of that, I sat in Carti’s guestroom with an ounce of North Korean in front of me, banging one gram after the next until I was so high I couldn’t feel any emotional pain anymore. All I could hear was loud music. My mouth was dry, my throat hurt, and all I could see was the vision of Yani’s face playing over in my mind with all of the machines hooked up to her.
I took the .38 Special off the bed, put two in the chamber, and spun the cylinder before snapping it closed. I cocked the hammer, placed the barrel to my right temple, and squeezed the trigger.
Click!
I took a swallow of the Hennessey and spun the chamber again before repeating the same process. It was my fault she had slipped into a coma. My fault for getting her hooked in the first place. My fault for bringing her to Dallas. My fault for being a doped-out lowlife like she’d basically called me. I didn’t deserve to be alive any longer. I was ready to meet the reaper. I had a lot to say to his bitch-ass.
I placed the barrel to my temple and pulled the trigger twice. Click! Click! Sweat rolled off of my brow and onto my neck. More images of Yani came across my mental, then images of my mother, sister, and father. The pain began to well up inside of me again. I needed more of the North Korean, needed to block the path of pain that was shooting up from my brain.
