Loyalty Over Royalty (6 page)

Chapter 9

One Year Later

Notorious dashed through the maternity ward of Barnes Hospital as he searched for Kyra’s room number. His heart was pounding. He was so nervous, it felt as if he had eaten a bowl of live worms and they were squirming in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t believe Kyra was about to give him something he dreamed of every night, twins! As he approached the doorway of the delivery room, he could hear her and Carmen chit chatting.

“Girl, I hope you ready for this shit! Labor ain’t no joke, and you gotta push out two of them muthafuckas!” Carmen laughed as she was trying to prepare her best friend of what she had coming.

“Shit, I wish they would give me something for this pain now! These fuckin contractions ain’t no joke! I just want my momma!” she replied as she burst into tears. Her mom had passed a little over a month ago from diabetes and kidney failure. Kyra had no clue her mother was even sick, she kept it a secret. When she went into the hospital, Kyra didn’t know that she would never make it out. Her mother knew she was dying, so she prepared. She had money put away for Kyra and the babies, and she paid her house off so they would have a place to stay.

“Awww best friend, please don’t cry; you gon make me cry!” Carmen said as she reached out and consoled her, tears began to stream down her face as well. She loved her best friend like a sister and she hated to see her sad. Ms. Brenda was like a mother to her too. Ever since they’d became friends, whatever she did for Kyra, she did for Carmen. The two hugged and cried until they were interrupted by the voice of Notorious.

“Hey, hey, hey, come on yawl; this is a happy day!! We have two beautiful baby girls coming any minute, cut that crying out!” he said, wrapping his arm around the two, trying to lighten the mood. He didn’t like talking about Ms. Brenda; he had grown real close to her over the few years he knew her. She treated him like a son, one she gave birth to herself, so when she died, he took it real hard.

“Hey babe, I’m so happy to see you!” Kyra whispered as she sniffed and wiped her tears on his shoulder.

“Hey boo! Stop all that crying!” he said, lifting up her head and looking into her eyes. “You gon make our babies some crybabies,” he chuckled.

“Ooh girl and you don’t want that, cuz that’s all baby Shad do is cry! Wit his spoiled ass!” Carmen warned her friend as she giggled, wiping tear residue from underneath her eyes.

“I know; I just wish she was here to see the babies that’s all. Yawl know I’m mommy’s girl. I miss her so much,” she mourned. As the three continued to converse, Kyra’s nurse came in the room to check her cervix to see how far she had dilated.

“Okay Ms. Kyra, you’re 7 cm dilated; would you like an epidural?” she asked.

“Oh my god, yes please. I thought you’d never ask! Can I get something to eat too?” she asked, hoping she would say yes.

“No ma’am! I can give you water and ice, would you like that?” the nurse asked, as she took Kyra’s blood pressure.

“I guess, since that’s all I can have!” she spat, rolling her eyes to the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Kyra, I don’t make the rules. I would love to feed you if I could child, but if you wanna have a safe delivery, you can’t eat!” she hissed.

“Don’t mind her ma’am, she’s jus a pregnant spoiled ass brat,” Notorious apologized, while giving Kyra the “you better cut that shit out” face. Kyra then laid back in the hospital bed with her lip poked out and arms folded, it was her signature move when she couldn’t have her way.

“Okay, I will be right back with your water and your doctor to give you your epidural,” the nurse said before heading out the door.

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Kyra was 10 cm dilated, and it was show time. When the nurses dropped the bed and turned all the lights on, she knew it was real. “Okay Ms. Kyra, when you feel a contraction, I want you to start pushing!” her doctor demanded. “I see one coming now, push!” he said, looking at the contraction monitor. Kyra began to push with all her might. After about 3 hard pushes, baby A was out.

“You doing good girl, now let’s get baby B out,” one of the nurses encouraged. Baby B took a little bit longer than baby A, but after about six good pushes, she finally made her grand entrance. Notorious looked at his baby girls; tears instantly began to fill his eyes. He knew that his life had to change in a major way from then on. He now had 5 women in his life that needed him, and he wasn’t going to let the streets take him away from them. Notorious really had enough money to retire but the money was addictive. Every time he thought about making his last flip, he would find himself right back at his connect’s doorstep, but this time, he was pulling himself and Whack out the streets. They had enough workers to fall back; he just knew nobody handled business like they handled business and it was going to be hard to convince Whack of giving it up. Notorious wasn’t giving up his father’s empire; he just thought it was time to be the boss and let the workers work so they could tend to their new families. “Would you like to hold one of your babies?” one of the nurses asked, breaking his thoughts.

“Yes ma’am, please!” he replied with excitement. The nurse handed him baby A. He then walked over to Kyra, who was holding baby B on her chest. The two smiled as they admired their beautiful twins together.

“Oh my God, my nieces are the cutest!” Carmen said, silently clapping her hands and bouncing up and down with joy. “So, what yawl naming them?” she asked.

“I don’t know, what we naming them boo?”  Notorious looked at Kyra.

“Za’Keyla Datrice and Za’Kayla Denise Baker,” she replied, not taking her eyes off of her baby she was holding.

“Now that’s pretty,” Carmen said, smacking her lips.

“Yea, I like that,” Notorious agreed. He figured since the babies had his last name, it was only right for Kyra to have it too.
I got some planning to do
, he thought to himself. He began to smile as he thought of all the ways he could propose to her. Life was about to become real extravagant for him and his team.

Chapter 10

“How I love ya big brown eyes, And the way you shake yo thighs. Actin like ya so damn cute, Let a real nigga just knock them boots. I don't need no confrontation, All I want is an ejaculation. 'Cuz I like them ghetto hoochies, Ones who like to pop that coochie.”

2 Live Crew’s “Hoochie Mama” played through the speakers at Magic City’s strip club in Atlanta, GA. It was Notorious’ 21
st
birthday and he had the V.I.P section packed to capacity. The waitresses flooded the booth with bottles of Hennessy, Hypnotic, Rose’, Courvoisier, and Alize’. Notorious was standing on the couches pouring champagne down the crack of a bad ass light brown stripper, with an ass fatter Rosie O’Donnell. Whack was beside him with two huge black trash bags filled with dollar bills, making it thunderstorm. Every stripper in the club was making their way to their section to get a piece.

“Clap that ass hoe!” Whack chanted as one stripper jumped up and down to make her fat ass clap. Whack then signaled for her to come over to him, he leaned in and whispered “Aye it’s my brother’s birthday, you should grab a few of ya girls and give him a good time!”

The stripper smiled and licked her lips as she looked Notorious up and down; he was fresh. He sported a navy blue Polo sweat shirt, with dark denim fresh creased jeans. He had on a fresh pair of all white dope man Nike tennis with the navy blue check. His waves were bussing and his lining was crisp. His ears, neck, wrist, and pinky shined like a chandelier from the jewelry he was wearing. Once she realized how fine and paid he was, she was down for just bout anything.

“Let me go get my girls,” she replied, as she switched her way to the other side of the V.I.P towards her friends. “Green light ladies! Yawl tryna make this bank?” she asked as she approached them.

“Damn right! What’s the mission?” one of the two ladies asked.

“We got a fine ass, ballin ass birthday boy, and his brother want us to show him a good time.”

“Well shit! Fine and ballin?! What the fuck we waiting on?!” the other stripper asked as she chugged the rest of her drink and waited for her friend to lead the way. Two of the strippers made their way towards Notorious and Whack, as the third one made her way to the DJ booth to grab a microphone.

“Hey Magic City, it’s live in here tonight!” she screamed when she got the mic. “I heard we got a birthday boy in V.I.P tonight! And you know how we like to treat our birthday guest! So, can I get a spot light on the V.I.P please! DJ drop that shit!” the stripper yelled, as she made her way to join her girls.

“There's only one place where we can go, To see freaky hoes doin' shows. Doin' tricks to make us holler, on a giving night, all for a dollar. Silicone breasts, all on their chests Nothin' like others, but above the rest. They'll do anything to turn us on, Them hoes got it goin' on!! I like big booty and big ol' titties, Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many. So come and be my private dancer, I got some money if that's the answer. I really wanna be with you, I get hard after seeing you, How’s hard? Hard like a rock when you make that pussy pop!” The DJ played “Pop That Pussy” another smash by 2 Live Crew.

Notorious had the three baddest strippers in the club treating him like royalty. He had ass in his hands, lap, and face. One of the strippers decided to go the extra mile and even pulled his dick out. The size amazed her and made her mouth water. Before he knew it, he was getting his dick sucked in front of the whole club. When the other two strippers noticed what their girl was doing, they dropped to their knees to join her. Notorious lifted his shirt, revealing his tattooed six pack, as he began to pour Rose’ down his stomach into the strippers’ mouths as they slurped all over his wood. Whack had a fine ass chocolate stallion, laid on her back with her legs spread wide open as she made a whole Moet’ bottle disappear in her pussy. He was so amazed by what he was seeing; it took everything in him not to dump a whole trash bag full of money on top of her. They had the club live; the strippers would be able to pay their tuition after that night.

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As Notorious and his team stood out in front waiting for valet to bring their cars, Whack noticed a real familiar face in a small crowd across the street. For a minute, he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but after taking a good second look, he was sure he wasn’t tripping.
Today must be my lucky day, I get to kill me a nigga. In Atlanta Muthafuckn Georgia
, he thought to himself as he tapped Notorious, not taking his eyes off of his victim.

“Aye nigga, look across the street,” he whispered in a calm tone. Notorious then followed his partner’s eyes to see what or who he was looking at. Once he noticed who he was referring to, his adrenaline began to rush as if he had just hit the lottery.

“Well, I be damn. I guess today is my muthafuckn birthday!” he replied. He couldn’t believe he was looking at Rob, and it looked like the nigga had come up in a major way. Last time he’d seen him, he had jacked Mann for his bricks and money. “So, that nigga done relocated to the ATL on my expense huh?” Notorious hissed.

“Well, I hope he lived his life cuz I’m about to end that muthafucka!” Whack said, meaning every word. Rob was so busy socializing; he didn’t look up not once to even notice them plotting.

“I’ll meet you at the hotel after I handle that!” he told Notorious.

“Iight nigga but hit me up as soon as you done, nigga!” Valet pulled up with their cars, Notorious rode with one of his other goons back to the hotel. Whack hopped in his black on black Mercedes S550 and pulled up the street to the corner. He parked so that he could see Rob’s every move.

“Man, I hope this nigga leave solo; I’d hate to have to kill an innocent witness,” he mumbled to himself as he watched and waited. After about 10 minutes, Rob wrapped up his group discussion and headed toward his ride alone, just as Whack was hoping. It must have really been Whack’s lucky day because when Rob got in his car, he made a u-turn and headed in the direction he was facing. When Rob drove by, he gave him a good enough lead before pulling off so he wouldn’t notice that he was being followed. He trailed Rob for about 20 minutes before he pulled up into a long dark trail that looked like the woods. Whack had to hit his lights before pulling in behind him or he would definitely know he was being followed if he didn’t. The trail was about a mile long.

When Rob proceeded to park, Whack noticed that it wasn’t a trail; it was a driveway to a big ass house.
Damn! This nigga out here living good! Too bad he won’t get to enjoy this shit no mo!
he laughed and said to himself. Rob jumped out of his car and headed towards his doorstep. Whack knew he had to distract him to keep him from going in, so he hopped out of his car and slammed the door hard enough to make Rob investigate the noise. Whack hid behind one of the trees in the dark driveway, so that only his empty car would be seen.

Rob walked from his doorstep, down to his driveway to see what the noise was. “Who Dat!” he yelled when he got far enough to see Whack’s car. Once he realized no one was in the car, he grew even more suspicious. Rob pulled his chrome .38 handgun from his waist and began to case around the area. He opened the car door and was about to search it until Whack ran up behind him and knocked him out with a big rock he found behind the tree. He then took Rob’s gun, picked up his small limp body, and threw him in his trunk. He then got in his car and drove until he found a good spot to kill him and dispose his body. When he found the perfect spot, he pulled over and turned off the engine. By this time, Rob had awakened and he could hear him yelling and beating trying to escape. Whack got out and walked around to the trunk, with Rob’s gun in hand. When he opened it, Rob’s face looked as if he was staring at a ghost.

“Boo nigga! Bet you wasn’t expecting to see me huh pussy!?” Whack laughed. “Get yo punk ass out,” he said through gritted teeth, as he smacked him with his own pistol. Rob did as he was told and climbed out of the trunk.

“How the fuck yawl find me!?” he asked in an abrasive tone.

“Don’t worry bout it nigga! Jus know you done got caught yo ass slippin and it’s time to pay the piper bitch nigga!” (smack) Whack smacked him upside the head again.

Rob began to laugh. “So, Notorious sent his lil servant to kill me? Punk ass nigga couldn’t come do it his self! That nigga just like his weak ass daddy, always makin another muthafucka do they dirty work! And yo dumb ass jus don’t have a clue, working with the enemy and don’t even know it!” he said, as he continued to laugh.

Whack instantly got hot; he didn’t know what the fuck this nigga was talking about and it was pissing him off. He pointed the chrome .38 at Rob. “What the fuck you talkin bout nigga?!”

“I’m talkin about how you running around with the nigga that killed yo daddy!” Rob replied confidently.

(Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow) Whack let off all six shots into Rob’s body, leaving him lifeless. He couldn’t believe what he had just said about his right hand. Notorious was his brother, the nigga that took him in when he had nobody else.
How dare that nigga disrespect my fam like that,
he thought as he hopped in his whip and headed back to the hotel. On the drive back, he picked up his phone and called Notorious.

“Wassup nigga, you straight?” Notorious asked as he answered.

“Yea nigga, it’s all good, I’m headed yo way now,” he replied.

“Iight nigga, in a minute.” After ending the call, Whack turned his radio up and bobbed his head to the music, as if he hadn’t just committed murder.