Chapter 19
King
Iwatched Estelle’s perky breasts bounce up and down as her eyes rolled back.
My phone started ringing on the hotel’s nightstand.
Sighing, I tapped her hip, making her slow down the motion.
Her pussy contracted one last time before she slid off of me.
I couldn’t focus to catch a nut for the life of me.
It didn’t make it no better that Layloni had been calling my phone back to back every single day as if she didn’t just up and block a nigga cold turkey.
It was safe to say that I was deep in my fuckin’ feelings behind her ass.
These past three weeks had been hell. I missed Layloni like crazy, the feel of her, the way she tasted her smile and even her mouth.
She loved to talk, which got me out of my comfort zone, making me converse with her.
I wanted to go cold turkey off her though.
Since last week, she had been sending text messages saying we needed to talk and other things that I half ass read.
She sent pictures that I refused to download and look at.
I needed to get that woman off my dome. I hated the fact that she had me so caught up over her when all her ass wanted to do was play games.
I sat my phone back on the nightstand, cleared my thoughts of her, and tended to Estelle’s double-d breasts. I grabbed her hips and guided her back on top of me.
“I thought you was done, Papi.” She moaned, aligning her soppy wet tunnel with my dick.
I ignored her sexy ass and just gazed at her body blankly as she found her rhythm again. She placed her hands flat on my chest, leaned forward and rode me like her life depended on.
I pushed upward, enjoying the feel of her until persistent knocking at the door fucked up the moment.
Before I could tell Estelle to move again to check the door, it flew off the hinges.
Two white men stood with their guns pointed, as the last white man stood in front of what looked like a woman by the heels. When she spoke, I relaxed a little.
“Rellianah, what the fuck?” I asked her, vexed as fuck wondering why the fuck she was even here.
Estelle’s scary ass wasted no time snatching the sheet off our naked bodies to run off towards the bathroom.
“Kyle, can you move please, so I can speak to this dumb ass nigga?”
When the white man moved out of her way, she stood in front of me with two Indian braids.
Her eyes were stone gray as she had the look of murder on her face.
Walking in, I noticed she rocked all black like she was ready to get her hands dirty.
Some shit had popped off and I had wondered what it could possibly be.
She sat on the couch, crossing her legs over the other as she smoked a Newport, blowing the smoke in my direction.
“I haven’t seen my friend in two weeks King.”
I sat quietly trying to process what she was saying, and I hoped she was not trying to insult my intelligence by implying I did something to Layloni. Before I could speak, she kept talking.
“Two weeks King… last week, I popped up at the salon… she wasn’t there…
her manager said she was out of town to check up on her mom…
which means she went back to the dirty fucking south…
around people that don’t give a fuck about her.
That was fine with me until an hour ago…
I received a picture of my beautiful friend tied up with her eyes swollen shut with a message from your uncle. ”
My heart stopped beating as I struggled with thinking straight.
This whole time it had been Prince’s bitch ass holding Layloni captive while I had ignored every call and message.
I could only imagine the things that have been done to her.
Prince was relentless; he would stop at nothing.
He was trained by my father and most of his ways were colder than my dad’s.
My father never went after women. Prince did; he loved the game of torture.
“You told me not to get involved but you’re weak, King…
you let this happen! Playing cat and fucking mouse for two years!
Letting this nigga live! Now, it’s my business!
I got an army on my way to the south right this moment.
In another hour, I’ll have tabs on my friend, and they won’t kill his bitch ass until my say so. ”
She stood to her feet, as I still sat lost for words. “You better hope my goons locate him within an hour or you’re fucking dead King.
“Let’s roll.” I gritted out, sliding out of bed.
I felt guilty and bad as hell that I let this shit go down. When I killed Troy, I should’ve immediately went after Prince. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed thought. I had to think things through thoroughly and have all my ducks aligned properly before getting at that nigga.
“Hurry the fuck up,” was all Rellianah offered before she flicked her cigarette away from her and stood up.
If anybody knew how to catch someone, it would be Rellianah.
Her resources were out of this world. It was time for me to make Prince regret ever crossing my father and now Layloni.
I said a silent prayer begging God to spare Layloni’s life in the midst of all this madness.
If he could do that, I would open up and try to trust again.
If I got Layloni out of this alive, I was never going to let her fucking go…
and the one thing I vowed to stop her and myself from doing was playing all these childish fucking games.