Kingpin Killaz 3

  Kingpin Killaz 3

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  Kingpin Killaz 3

  A Novel by Hood Rich

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  Chapter 1

  Heinous

  I opened the door and pushed it in, and the sight before me made my heart skip a beat. There, inside of the room, was Yani lying straight out on her stomach, her eyes closed tightly. She was naked from the waist up. The room smelled of musk and unwashed body.

  I dropped the duffle bag of money to the floor and rushed to her side, kneeling beside her when I got there and pulling her into my arms, tapping her on the face. “Yani? Yani? Baby, wake up. Wake up.”

  I took two fingers and placed them to the side of her neck, checking for a pulse and finding a faint one after feeling around for a bit. Her head draped over my forearm, her mouth wide open. I turned my hand over and placed my skin close to her mouth to see if she was, in fact, breathing. After confirming she was, I tapped her face again. “Baby. Baby. Wake up.”

  A glance around the apartment told me everything I needed to know. There was a burnt spoon, along with an open package of aluminum foil. Inside of the foil was the heroin Yani had been nursing before I’d left her side. It looked almost half gone, which meant she’d done some serious partying while I’d been out. That worried me, along with the sight of her sprawled out on the hotel room floor.

  Another slap to her cheek caused her to jerk a tad, frown, and very slowly open her eyes, blinking over and over. “Heinous?” She closed them again. “Is that you?”

  I nodded as if she could see me. “Baby, get yo’ ass up. We gotta get out of here. Come on.” I pulled her wrist and made her sit up.

  She groaned. “Oh, my fuckin’ head is pounding. I need a wake-up baby. I need a wake-up right now or I’m going to be sick. Seriously, my head is spinning like a merry-go-round.”

  “A’ight, baby, we gon’ get you right, but for right now I need you to get up so we can get out of here. We gotta leave this city right the fuck now.” I pulled her to her feet. She staggered and crossed one ankle over the other before reaching out for me. She fell forward and into my awaiting arms.

  “Heinous, I’m sick. I’m.” She opened her mouth and threw up all over my shoulder, coughed, and threw up some more before falling to her knees and crying. More purging ensued.

  I scrunched my nose and dared to look down at my arm. Her vomit coated it. The stench was almost too much for me. It made me gag. “What the fuck is wrong wit’ you, girl?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know. I just need a fix, Heinous. Please, give me a fix, and we can go anywhere you want to go.” She wiped her mouth, crawled to the night table, and grabbed the aluminum foil package, opening it. Inside there was a rolled-up dollar bill I assumed she’d taped together. She took it, placed it inside of her right nostril, and tooted hard. She coughed, pulled on her nose, then did the same thing with the left one.

  I stood looking down on her, feeling sick to my stomach. She was a monster I’d created. I’d been the one who had turned her out and onto the dangerous poison as a means of keeping her under my thumb. She’d threatened to leave me so many times, threaten to go her own separate way. After losing my mother, father, best friend, and sister, losing her would have been too much for me. So, in my mind, I’d done what was necessary.

  She stood up and wiped her mouth. “A’ight, now I’m ready. I’m ready to embark on this journey with you, Heinous. Where are we going?” She stepped over the puddle of vomit as if it was no big thing.

  “Yani, first of all, you gon’ get yo’ ass in the shower. You smell real bad, ma. Then we gon’ bounce from this city and go down south and fuck wit’ my cousin, Carti.”

  She nodded. “That’s cool, Heinous. I think I met Carti before, right?” She yawned and headed toward the bathroom.

  I followed her through the doors, ran the shower, and allowed some of the water to rinse her vomit from my arm. Then I was taking off my shirt and clothes. I watched her get naked. She reached and tested the temperature of the water before stepping inside and allowing the current to cascade all over her body. I stepped in behind her and grabbed the bottle of body wash. I squirted it into the palm of my hand and lathered her body with it. My hands roamed all over her naked body, soaping it up.

  She laid her head back and moaned. “You didn’t answer my question, baby. Haven’t I met Carti before?”

  I cupped her big breasts in the palms of my hands and smushed them together, placed my chin in the crux of her neck, and kissed the thick vein that ran along her left side. My piece pressed up against her ass cheeks. Yani was built, stacked with a small waist and a size-forty lowers. With her light caramel skin, hazel eyes, and natural hair, she was a physical force to be reckoned with. She’d been my woman on and off ever since high school. I had a crazy thing for her, and out of all the people I’d been close to while growing up, Yani was the last surviving party. I’d experienced one death after the next, and I knew it was just a matter of time before my clock ran out, which was why I wanted to get as far away from Chicago as possible.

  Dallas sounded like the perfect escape. The destination had come to me on a whim. My cousin-in-law Carti and I were real cool. Though I hadn’t seen her in person for a number of years, we’d managed to stay in contact by use of Snapchat, Facebook, and Instagram over the years. I didn’t have any history in Dallas. It would be a fresh start for me and Yani. I had a bag full of the Prince of Mala Noche’s money, and it was only a matter of time before he tracked me down and sent his goons at me full-fledge. We needed to bounce, and fas
t.

  I pulled Yani’s baby bottle-like nipples and sucked on her neck. “I think you did meet her, baby. I’m not sure. She came to the Chi a few times. A few years back was the latest. Whether you know her or not, we gon’ be good, so don’t trip.” I humped forward into her booty, feeling my piece swell, and squeezed her big titties again.

  “Mm, Heinous. That feel good, daddy. But wait, let me get everything clean first.” She grabbed the loofah and began to wash under her arms and between her legs, taking her time to make sure she was doing a good job.

  The shower continued to rain all over her. Her hair curled up and became thick, curly tresses. I kissed her neck and slid my hand down her stomach and into her crease. My fingers glided over her thick lips. I separated them and slid a digit inside of her hole, feeling her tunnel tighten around it. She spaced her feet and leaned back into me.

  “Play wit’ me, Heinous. Play wit’ me like you always do. I need you to make me feel good.” She rotated her cheeks in my lap.

  My fingers were a blur going in and out of her, faster and faster. She closed her eyes tight and started to whimper. My dick got harder and harder.

  “Ooh. Ooh. Heinous. Baby. Stop playing and fuck me. Fuck me real quick so we can go.”

  She bent over and placed her foot on the rim of the tub, reached back, and took ahold of my penis, searching for the opening to her pussy. As soon as she found it, I slammed forward, and grabbed her hips.

  “Fuck! This pussy hot, baby. Gimme this shit.”

  She arched her back and placed her open palm on the wall, pushing back into my lap hard. “Mm, fuck me, Heinous. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Mm. Mm. Mm. Grab my titties, too.”

  That was no problem. I took ahold of them and really got to hitting that pussy with no mercy, just like she liked it. Her thick thighs shook, along with her hefty ass cheeks. Her tongue traced her lips. Both nipples were sticking up from her mounds. Her hair fell over her face, concealing her from my view. She gasped and slapped the wall, pushing back into me as hard as she could. Her pussy felt like a tight, wet fist. It gripped and milked me, oozed all over my length. It felt like it got hotter with every stroke. I clenched my teeth as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, stroking deeper and faster, holding onto her big titties.

  “Heinous. Heinous. Cum in me, daddy. Cum in me. Aw, fuck, I need to feel it so bad!”

  She smashed back into me so hard I almost lost my footing. Then I grabbed her hips and held onto them for dear life, piping her like a monster until she screamed at the top of her lungs and came all over me.

  The tugging of her inner walls became too much. Her wetness, her heat caused me to cum back-to-back in her channel before I fell against her, breathing hard.

  ***

  I jumped on the highway an hour later, pushing the Ford Explorer to its limit while the El train screeched down the tracks in the middle of the expressway.

  Yani reached over and cupped my piece, licked her lips, and smiled at me. “Daddy, on the real, the only thing I be needing for you to get me in line is some of that pipe. I mean, I’m still pissed at you for how shit went down with your mother, and a list of other things, but I am so happy to be leaving Chicago. I feel like we were living on borrowed time. I hope Dallas is so much different.” She squeezed my dick and exhaled.

  I nodded as I looked over to the big buildings decorating Chicago’s skyline. I felt a bit emotional for having to leave the only city I’d ever really known. I’d put in a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, had lost a lot of my niggas, including my right-hand woman and my father, to the gun. The city had caused me a lot of pain, and I had made a whole mess of niggas feel my wrath as well. As much as I hated to leave, I knew it was in my best interest to do so. Not only did I have a bunch of enemies at my head, but there was also the law to think about. Because of me, one of the city’s homicide detectives had been shanked, and I’d taken his bag of cash. Cash that belonged to the Mala Noche Cartel.

  “Baby, I don’t know what it’s gon’ be like in Dallas, but at least it’s a fresh start. We got enough bread to do whatever we wanna do.”

  “Dang, that sound good. I know I wanna enroll in one of their universities. I want to get the best education I possibly can. That way we can leave this street shit behind and do everything the right way. Being in these streets ain’t gon’ do nothing but get us killed or locked up for the rest of our lives. I’m not ready to face either fate. I gotta get myself together so you can follow me.” She snickered. “Following you gon’ get us killed.”

  I looked her over and scoffed. “When we get down there, I’m finna sew shit up the right way. Bring that windy city shit to these country niggas. I got a few cousins in Dallas that’s doing their thing, but they ain’t really trapping like they should be. I got enough cash to break into that game down there and conquer that shit. Every misstep that I took in Chicago, I done learned from it. I know what I gotta do. But that shit you talking is obsolete. I been a boss, I just ain’t have the chips to navigate the way I needed to. Now that I got ‘em, it’s over, trust me.”

  She rubbed all over my crotch and shook her head. “So we finna go to a whole other city and do the same dumb shit we did in Chicago? Is that what you telling me?” She let my piece go, sat back in her seat, and hugged her body. “I knew you wasn’t gon’ change. You ain’t gon’ stop until one of, or the both of us, is dead or somethin’. You’re the smartest and dumbest nigga I know. Straight-up.”

  I mugged her li’l pretty ass. “Yani, shut up. You always got something slick to say. Maybe you should put this muthafucka in yo’ mouth until I can figure out what we about to do when we get down there.” I unzipped my pants, and pulled my dick out, stroked him up and down, and grabbed a handful of her hair. “Huh, bitch, straight-up.”

  She tried to pull her head back. “Stop playing wit’ me, Heinous. Get your fingers out of my hair. You know I’m right, that’s why you trying to shut me up,” she snapped and hit at my hand.

  “Handle this bidness, Yani. I ain’t tryin’ to talk about shit else. I need to have my mind right before I get down there. I been a street nigga my whole life. You knew what it was from the get-go. I gotta make shit happen for us. Always have, always will.” I let her go.

  She sat back in her seat and fixed her hair. “I can make it happen for myself. I ain’t never been the type of female to depend on no nigga. You know how I get down. You insist on me following your ass. I’ll make it with or without you, so don’t get it twisted, Heinous.” She curled her lip and scoffed. “Gotta be out if your fucking mind, trying to treat me less than a queen. Boy, I oughta slap some sense into you.”

  I laughed at that. She knew better than to raise her hand at me. For as long as we’d been fucking around, it had never gotten seriously violent between us, but if ever she tried to take it there, I would have to put her in her place real fast and with no hesitation. “Yani, I don’t know what’s going through your brain, but you know better than to try that physical shit wit’ me. I never wanna put my hands on you, but if you –”

  “But if I nothin’. If you don’t want to put your hands on me, then don’t. It’s as simple as that. However, if you ever decide to get down on me like that, well, just know it ain’t sweet. I’ma fight your ass back until I can’t anymore. Then, if you do mess me up too bad, you better watch your back every second of every day, because you’re suppose to have more respect for me than that.” She looked out of the window. “Still can’t believe we’re leaving Chicago, though. I thought we’d be stuck in that ratchet-ass city forever.”

  I gazed upon the skyline again and felt a sense of despair come over me. Soon Chicago would be nothing more than a distant, painful memory. “Yeah, I can’t, either. But what better way to leave the city behind than you hitting daddy off for old times’ sake. You already know ain’t nobody got they head on their shoulders like you do, Yani.”

  “Shut up.” She slapped my thigh and took ahold of my piece, squeezing him, then slowly stroking him in her l
ittle fist. “Daddy, you so damn freaky. All you think about is sex all day long.” She licked her lips, undid her seatbelt, and kneeled on her seat, leaning over the center console by my right thigh. She kissed my head, then sucked me into her mouth.

  In less than thirty seconds she was spearing her head so fast I was shamefully on the verge of cumming, even though I was trying to hold back. The noises were driving me crazy. Her pretty eyes were closed tight. Her jaw hollowed in and out as she did her thing.

  I sat back and did the best I could to concentrate on the road ahead of me. Watching the El train go past on the track, I started to think to myself that it might have been the last time I’d be able to see the train again in person. I felt remorseful, a bit sick, but at the same time relieved. Relieved because I’d be getting a fresh start at a new place with new people. I looked forward to crushing Dallas, to turning the city upside down, to bringing a slice of Chicago to the south.

  Yani tightened her hold on my dick, then removed it altogether, slurping me hands-free. The heat from her mouth became intense. “Mm. Mm.” More slurping. Faster sucking.

  I stared to rise from the seat, humping into her mouth. My fingers gripped the steering wheel. My foot stepped on the gas before I removed it altogether. More humping. “Shit. Shit. Ma!” I slammed upward into her mouth, then I was cumming back-to-back while she swallowed and used her fist to pump all of my cream out of me.

  She removed her head and licked all over the helmet. “Mm, there you go, daddy. Now, tell Chicago to kiss both of our asses.”

  She got back in the passenger seat and replaced her seatbelt. “Heinous, I swear to God, if we get down here and you get to acting all funny, I’m bouncing on yo’ ass. I got me a nice li’l stash that’s within reach, so if the going gets tough, I’ma get ghost. Know that.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “I need a fix. My head starting to hurt real bad.” She grabbed her Gucci purse off of the floor beside her, then rummaged around inside of it, looking for her work. After not finding it, her eyes got bucked, and she looked depressed. “Heinous, we gotta go back to the hotel. Seriously. I left all of that work in my other bag in the closet.”