Chapter 15
King
“Tell them to run my numbers back to me through email and those numbers better be correct Hussle.”
I hung up the phone, trying to bite down my frustration.
I was back in Mississippi checking up on my moms and handling some unfinished business.
Shit back in Cali was running smooth, or so I thought until my cousin Hussle called me telling me about my numbers from two of his main trap spots that I supplied was running short.
Shit like that was a no go and I expected him to make the shit right before I came back home next week.
“You want a massage baby.”
I shook my head no and reminded Arielle to call me King.
Words like baby was a bit much for me and too intimate for her.
We were fuck buddies, not lovers. I always been direct not candy coating shit with any female I dealt with.
I wanted some pussy while I was out here, so I offered for Arielle to take this trip with me.
A crazy part of me wished it was Layloni’s sexy ass.
I even tried to call her to ask, but she had changed her damn number.
If she thought that would keep me away, she was sadly mistaken.
It was good that she didn’t come anyway; I knew this state was too much for her.
Sad memories and also too soon for her to return.
I loved the way she was blossoming as a woman, and I didn’t want to stumble her by bringing her here.
So, one of my favorite fuck buddies was suffice enough for me.
Arielle was beautiful, light bright with deep dish dimples.
Her body was stacked although I preferred natural curves over bought ones.
She was a nasty freak and could relieve me in minutes just by the freaky tricks she had up her sleeve.
She tried that clingy shit, but I checked and reminded her of the position she played. I had her on call for over a year now, which was too long. I had yet to find another woman who could deep throat me as good as her with no gagging reflexes.
I couldn’t give most women what they sought after in men.
One thing that was promised from me was a good time, their pockets being laced, and me being a gentleman.
The biggest difference with the women I fucked, and Layloni was, I thought about her even when I didn’t want to.
I still didn’t know what I was on with her, all I knew to be true was that she had me possessive over the pussy.
Before I fucked Layloni, there was a magnetic pull between us, that made me create distance.
My comfort zone since my dad died was not talking much.
She pulled that right out of me, forcing me to say more than one word.
She could look me deep in the eyes and make me feel uncomfortable, like she was staring right into my soul.
She was felt pure even though she was tainted by that bitch ass nigga G.
Layloni was trouble for me in the best way possible and didn’t even know it.
I couldn’t even help the thoughts or visions that came to mind when I thought of her.
I wanted nothing but the best for her. Although deep down I knew I wasn’t what was best for her.
Her changing her number proved that I was right.
She knew it herself, now it felt too late because I didn’t see myself pulling back anytime soon.
My phone rung, pulling me out of my thoughts. When I glanced at the name displayed on the screen, I cracked a small smile. I instantly wondered why I was being blessed with a call from this woman when she never called unless it was business or partying, something she liked to do on her free time.
“Yo,” I spoke, waiting to see what it was Rellianah wanted. This woman was so demanding, worse than a nigga could be. I didn’t see how Cream dealt with her spoiled rotten ass.
“Nigga, don’t ‘yo’ me with your one word having ass. I’m calling to get straight to the point about my friend.” She smacked her lips.
My brows rose, I sat up and massaged the back of my neck before speaking, “Friends? Since when did the infamous Rellianah have friends?”
I gave her more than one word this time because she really had me intrigued.
I considered Rellianah a friend, her and Cream.
They helped me a lot and were kind when they didn’t have to be.
Let Rellianah tell it, her brother and her two old bodyguards that she gave her dynasty over to where the only real friends she claimed she had.
She called everybody else associates of hers.
She’d never have to admit it to me because deep down I knew I was considered a her to her.
Her husband Cream had no problem with introducing me as their close friends.
“Cut the bullshit King! Layloni is my friend, nigga! The one you asked for me to watch… had me going to a foreign place to get my hair done at… then, I started to actually like the girl. Hell, I don’t know why but she’s my friend now.
You and everybody else know how I feel about someone I consider a friend, right?
” Her voice dropped a couple of octaves.
“Are you threatening me?” I sneered.
“No King… I don’t threat, I promise and end up making shit happen,” She clarified. “Back off her. She been through too much, and she still fragile as fuck, and deserves good people around her.”
“I’m not good?”
“Hell nah, you ain’t good nigga! None of us are in our circle…however I’m not fucking her and playing with her mind. You got baggage… shit from the past you holding onto… you still out trying to kill mother fuckers that should have been dead two years ago…” she paused, causing my fist to ball up.
She never had any boundaries with her words. She was a fearless woman. Her short ass could tame and scare a beast, so I couldn’t expect less with what was coming out of her mouth.
“Watch it!” I still warned her.
“Nigga, you watch it…” she chuckled sinisterly then whispered lowly into the phone. Cream must have been in the room; she was getting ready to say some bullshit that she didn’t want him to hear.
“You could have been given the word King. If it was my dad, I would’ve killed those mother fuckers the same night. They wouldn’t have been breathing past the next day! Yet, you giving them niggas the ability to still spread their wings and profit off your father.” She gritted into the phone
“Do you want me to handle it? That way you can get the closure you’re looking for?” She added insult to injury.
What she said smacked me harder than a Mac truck.
I even hated that her short ass was right.
I just didn’t have big resources like she did.
She was connected in every state, every country.
She could still make shit happen with a snap of her fingers.
I just refused her offer multiple times because it was my revenge. The closure that I needed for myself.
“You got two kids and a husband, yet you’re still trying to get your pretty fingers dirty. Tell me, Rellianah…” I taunted with a sadistic smile on my face.
“You’re that bored with your square ass life? I always got room on my team if you wanna-”
“Don’t you dare insult me, you black silent bastard!” She raised her voice.
“Baby, who the fuck you on the phone with?”
I overheard Cream yelling, as she ignored him and continued her rant. She was pissed, and I could tell by heavy breathing on the other end.
“Don’t you ever insult me, King… it will be your last insult the next time!
As I said… leave Layloni alone, don’t make me step in because I will.
You need to handle your loose ends in the dirty south or I will.
Layloni is a good woman and I don’t want her tied into no bullshit with you or I will get my hands dirty!
You think I don’t know that her ex is Troy’s son?
Trust, I know everything and everyone’s resume, especially if they are around me.
You either step correct to her or don’t step at all…
furthermore, if some shit pop off and she’s in the middle, then you leave me no choice but to step in and take over. ”
Before I could curse her hardcore acting ass out, she hung up in my face. I clenched the phone tight in my hands, close to breaking the shit. Rellianah meant well, but her mouth and the way she moved was lethal. My phone rung once more and I already knew who it was following up behind her bullshit.
“Yo.”
“Man, if I don’t get no pussy tonight cause you done pissed my wife off, I’m gone beat yo ass Blood,” Cream joked as I remained silent, still buzzing in anger. This wasn’t a courtesy call. It was him being nosey, trying to see what Rellianah was up too.
“Your wife needs to mind her business.”
“As I been told… look man, she means well, she really done took a liking to Layloni for some reason… but I will talk to her. I’ve been trying to keep her nose clean and out of shit, if you know what I mean.”
“I hear you,” I responded, unclenching my jaws and fist. I knew she meant well, but talking to me as if I was not capable of protecting Layloni or handling my personal affairs with my beef in the streets had me vexed and ready to flex.
I wasn’t in Mississippi just for my mom.
I was here to tie up one loose end and that was Troy’s bitch ass since Glen couldn’t handle it.
“I’m trying to keep her ass busy man… trying to make her give me another kid, so she can stay her ass out of everybody else business, but that shit a hard task.
She has changed a lot, but I can still see her craving power and trying to control some shit outside of this household.
I’m gone talk to her, my nigga I know she was wrong for stepping to you like that. ”
“Yeap.” I was back to the one words. I was ready to get off the phone and handle my business.
“Alright Blood, I’ll get at you later… when you get back to the city, hit me.”
“Bet.”
Without waiting for him to respond after my last word, I hung up and headed to the shower to cleanse myself before getting dirty.