Southern Kings: A Gangster Love Story (6 page)

“Cause she just put her hands on Zora, now get your shit and let's go! Nah, don’t get a damn thing, let's go!” Hayes grabbed her arm and she snatched away.

“You don't have to go anywhere, Rahjah. They don't scare nobody.”

Rah looked at me and then Hayes. “Can you just leave? I need time, Hayes, and this is not helping.”

“Fine, you can have time, but you gon’ have that shit at our house, with me and Zora. Our fucking family.”

“Rah, just go with him. You two need to talk. You knew that shit wasn’t gon’ work. He fucked up, but it won't happen again. I can promise you that,” I said, looking her right in her eyes.

“Of course, you'll take his side. He’s your brother, but it won't change anything. I just need to figure out what I want.”

“Fuck you mean what you want? You don't want me or our family? Is that what you need time to figure out?”

“No, that’s not what I mean, Hayes.”

I could tell that Rah was stressed. I could see it in her eyes, and it made sense. They had been together so long that it was easy for her to get lost in him and what they had. All she did was love Hayes and take care of Zora. She had a good life, but I understood how she could need more.

“Rah, come on. You know me, I’m not taking sides. I just think you need to go home. You two need to talk and figure this out.”

“Not like this, with him like this.”

“He's good, right, Hayes? You’re good, right? She don't have nothing to worry about, right?”

I gave his ass a got damn death stare and he nodded. His hand gripped the back of his neck which I knew he was doing to try and calm down.

“Rah, you don't…”

“Shut the fuck up. You ain't my got damn sister, so you say one more word and I’m gon’ shoot your ass.” Jaryah shut up fast as fuck after I said that.

“Rah, baby, please, just come home. I need you, Rah, and I promise we can talk, fuck you can talk. I’ll listen. I’ll do whatever you want, just come home please. I can't take this shit. I haven’t slept in two days, and I can't think straight. Please, baby, come home.” Hayes was begging. That was some deep shit.

She looked at her sister, then me before she focused on Hayes. She walked over to the sofa and grabbed her purse and then headed to the door. I swear I saw this nigga jump for joy and shit before he followed her.

“Now try some fuck shit like calling the cops and I promise you won't live to give your confession.” I pressed my gun into her forehead and tighten my grip on the trigger. The color flushed from her face and she nodded.

“Try me if you want to. Your sister is grown. Stay the fuck outta her business.”

I lowered my gun and walked out of her house. I heard the door slam and then glass crash against it. I chuckled at her dumb ass, but kept it moving.

After I kissed my niece, I watched as Hayes pulled off with Rah and Zora. I planned to check on them later, but for now I was about to take Keys to get his truck and then take my ass home to get some sleep in my own got damn bed. Last night at Reelle’s had me fucked up.

“So you gon’ tell me where the fuck you were last night?” Keys asked after we pulled up at Hayes house to get his car.

“Nah, not now, but I will, eventually.”

“You keeping secrets, Yetti? We don't do that shit.”

I chuckled because it was really fucking with Keys’ nosey ass that I wouldn't tell him.

“It’s not a secret. I’m just not ready to tell you right now.”

“Yeah, aight. Let me find out some shorty got you open.” He glanced at me with a smirk and then got out.

“Hit me later. We got some shit to handle.”

“Aight, bet.” I nodded and he shut my door.

I pulled away from Hayes house with Reelle on my mind. I wonder what she was up to. Probably hating on me if I had to guess. Either way, I was gon’ see her later and find out.

“Baby slow down, damn, I’m not ready to nut yet.” I gripped the back of her head and yanked her hair a little, which made her look up at me with a scowl.

“Keys, this ain't my shit. Don't be yanking on it like that.” The second she finished her sentence her lips moved down my shaft again. I wanted to smack her ass for trying to check me, but her head game was too fucking good, so I let it ride and started fucking her mouth.

“Ah yeah, just like that, lil mama. Do that shit.” This time I gripped her hair with both hands and began to guide her. She had been at this shit for a minute. No sense in prolonging it and, I had a shorty I was supposed to be meeting real soon, so I needed her to hurry the fuck up.

A few seconds later, she got the best of me and I sent my potential kids down her throat while holding her head in place so that she couldn't move. When I was satisfied, I shoved her back and she fell on her ass, which pissed her off.

I laughed cause that shit was funny as hell, but she didn't think so.

“Why you do that, Keys? You just made me break a nail! I hope you know you’re paying for that.”

I narrowed my eyes at her while tucking my shit back in my jeans and then buckling them. “I ain't paying for shit. You sound dumb as fuck. You should have better balance.”

She stood up with a stupid ass look on her face. “Really, Keys? You can't give me fifty dollars to get my nails done?”

“That’s how much that shit cost? Damn, you need to learn how to paint them shits yourself. How the hell you afford that on your salary?” I thought about the fact that she worked at a department store, but her ass was never really at work though, and she wore some expensive ass clothes.

“That's not funny.”

“I didn't mean for it to be. I’m serious as fuck! You don’t have no got damn money to be paying someone fifty dollars just to paint your damn nails, Rina.”

She sucked her teeth. “That's why I’m asking you. It's the least you can do since I just sucked your dick.”

Bitches, I swear. This that shit I don't like, and exactly why I’m single. “I didn't ask you to do a got damn thing. You came in here with that, ‘Keys let me taste it’ shit. You offered, so I said yes! Fuck you think I was gon’ say? But I’m not paying you for head, baby girl. It's too many females out there that will do that shit for free and then will tell me thank you for the opportunity. I ain't giving you shit but some advice. Manage your money better, and if you fucking for stack, get the money up front.”

The smirk on my face pissed her off because she stood there looking at me like I had just insulted her. Shit, maybe I did, but if you act like a hoe, I’ll treat you like a hoe. Fuck she thinking ’bout?

“You know what, keep your damn money. I don't need it and lose my number.”

“Bitch I don't even have your number. I just learned your name today.”

It was true, hell I had fucked her a few times before but when she came into my store today. I knew her face but not her name. Thank God the chick she was with said it out loud.

“I fucking hate you.” She glared at me and then pushed through the doors of my storeroom.

I laughed and then headed to the bathroom to wash my hands so that I could head out. I was just having lunch with shorty I just met. Hopefully she wouldn't want to fuck, ’cause even though Rina only sucked my dick, I wasn't a nasty nigga. I didn't double up, but I didn't have time to go home and shower, so I was hoping she had some class about herself and wasn't just trying to get some dick.

“Yo, I’m out, Layo. You got this shit, right?”

“Yeah, I’m good Keys. We got a shipment coming in, but I talk care of it.”

“Aight bet. Hit me if you need anything.”

“I will, but I think I'm good.”

I left my shop and headed to my whip. I owned a Specialty Rim Shop. It was crazy as hell that niggas still invested money in shit like that but they did, and I made a lot of money off of it. My shop was big around here. I had two locations and each one was bringing in some serious bank.

Before I pulled off, I hit shorty to let her know I was on my way. I met her at Nic’s party the other night, and she seemed cool as hell. I was feeling her vibe and hoping that it was really her that I met and not her representative. Females had a way of doing that shit. You meet them and they're one way because it's really their damn representative. They hit you with that ‘yeah I’m in school. I work hard, I don't want a nigga to sponsor me’ and then a week later it's like ‘damn when your ass go to class, do you own any books, and you want me to buy you what?’. Fuck outta here with that shit.

They show their true colors quick as hell when they think they got you. Me being who I was, females looked at me and saw dollar signs. If I was rocking strong with a shorty she could get that from me, but I wasn't the one to be out here sponsoring random females. Not at all, and I was getting tired of not having that one special person to kick it with. I wasn't trying to wife anyone but I did want a constant in my life. I just hadn't found her yet.

I pulled up at the restaurant and hopped out. They had valet parking, but I didn't really trust people with my shit, so I parked myself. The place was expensive as hell, which I wasn't feeling. Strike one! Shorty acted the like she just had to come here, so that told me a lot about her. I had money, but I was a simple guy. Pizza, burger and fries was good with me, and a female that could rock with that was my type of girl. Not that I would mind treating her when she needed me to get my grown man on, but this shit was too much for a first fucking date.

I found her in the front waiting and she smiled when she noticed me coming her way. Shorty was cute as hell, and dressed nice. I eased up a little, but when we got to the hostess, shit went left.

“Reservations?”

I didn't say shit because this was her thing. She insisted on eating here, so I figured she handled it, but fuck no! She was looking at me like I was supposed to do something.

“Tell her your name, shorty,” I said, getting annoyed.

“I didn’t call. I figured you could get us in,” she said, looking at me and then the hostess.

“How the fuck would I do that? I’ve never been here before! I don't do shit like this!”

“She looked at me embarrassed and then moved closer. “Just pay her, she’ll find us a table.”

Strike two! Was she fucking crazy? “Yo, let’s go,” I said, pointing to the door.

She followed me with a damn attitude until we got outside.

“I don't know why you got your face all turned up. You should have fucking called if you wanted to eat here.”

“I didn't think I had to. You’re supposed to be all important. Why can't you just get us in?”

“Bitch, are you crazy? These rich ass white folks don't know me. Their kids might,l’cause they're some of our best customers but this ain't my scene.”

“Well, I guess Keys Masters doesn't live up to all the hype.”

Muthafuckin’ strike three!

“You’s a dumb bitch! Enjoy your day and lose my fucking number, but if you don't, I'll just block your ass.”

I walked away and left her standing there with her damn mouth open, looking crazy. I was mad as hell and wanted to cuss her ass out. I swear to God those females be trying me. I hopped in my whip, pissed the fuck off, and hungry as hell. I headed back to my side of town, decided to hit up Solano’s and then take my ass home. I couldn't believe that shit really just went down.

When I walked in Solano’s, it was packed as always. It was like everybody hit them up when they wanted good pizza. Solano’s was that spot, and everyone knew it. The food was good as hell, and the people were always on point. I never came here and got shitty customer service, which was important to me. If I was spending my money, you needed to at least act like you appreciated it.

“Let me get a large hand tossed, onion, peppers and pepperoni.”

Vinnie’s son Sal finished my sentence with me and then nodded. “You know we got youKeys.”

I laughed a little because my order was always the same unless I was ordering shit for my brothers too. I paid, then stepped off to the side to wait. The place was packed as hell so I didn't bother taking a seat. I just stayed up front by the counter because they were usually pretty quick about getting things done,and I wasn't in the mood to be bothered. Old girl had fucked up my entire vibe with that stunt she pulled. A few people who knew me or wanted to know me, tried to run a conversation with me, but after my lack of interest in whatever the fuck they were trying to say, they caught the hint and left me the hell alone.

“Large pepperoni, onion and peppers.” I looked up when I heard my order and saw the box sitting on the counter. The girl who placed it there still had her hand on top of it, so I walked over to get it and because my eyes were on her, I didn't notice shorty who walked up at the same time I did and grabbed the box.

“Whoa, lil mama! I think you got the wrong order. This one is mine.” I looked down at her and she rolled her eyes at me, pulling the box closer to her, but I kept my hands on it.

“It most definitely isn't yours! I was here before you, placed my order before you, so if we just happened to order the same thing, then this one is mine and yours should be up next.”

Again, she pulled the box closer and tried to lift it, but I pulled it back my way, which she didn't appreciate.

I checked her out and she was cute as hell, even with that damn frown she was sporting. Lil mama was thick too. Curves everywhere, and plenty to hold onto. I was feeling that. There was something about a confident woman who knew how to present herself to the world, no matter what size she was, and baby girl definitely had that.

“So, lil mama, you were watching me then?” I kept my hands on the pizza box and delivered all thirty-two of my pearly whites.

“Watching you? Why would I be watching you?”

“You just said you were here before me and placed your order before me. How you know that if you weren't watching me.”

“Because smart ass, I was in here already, so I clearly noticed you when you walked in. That doesn't mean I was checking for you. I know you're used to that, but baby I don't sweat any man, no matter who he is, so don't flatter yourself. Now, can I have my pizza please? I have things to do.”

She yanked it again and I let it go, after which she turned to walk away but I moved with her.

“Yo, hold on, lil mama…”

She turned and rolled her eyes at me. “Would you quit calling me that? My name is Asha, and there ain't a damn thing little about me, which I’m sure you can see since you’re basically eye fucking me.”

She tried me a little with that, but I wasn't tripping off it because she was right “No disrespect, Ms. Asha, but I like what I see.”

“I know you do. Hell, I know what I’m working with.”

The fuck? She was more cocky than I was. I chuckled. “Look, I don't want to hold you up, but can I get your number or something so that we can talk later? I got some shit to do right now, but I’ll free up sometime later if you’re cool with that.”

She looked me up and down like she had to think about it, and now I was really tripping. Shit was funny as hell.

“You can give me your number and I’ll think about it.”

“Word, it's like that?”

“Yes, baby. Like I said, I don't sweat any man, I don't care who he is. Not even you.”

“Okay, I can respect that.”

She shoved the pizza at me, which I accepted before she pulled out her phone and unlocked it. When she was ready, she looked up at me like she was impatiently waiting. I rattled off my number and then she put her phone away and grabbed her pizza.

“So what you save me as, random ass nigga, cause you damn sure didn't ask for my name?” I peered at her after I folded my arms and waited.

For the first time, she smiled. “Nope, I know who you are.”

She left my ass standing there watching her thick thighs and fat ass as she walked away. The fuck just happened? I need to get my shit together. Never in my life had I let a female come at me like that. I had to laugh at myself when I played it back in my head. Asha had just basically pulled a me on me. How did I let that shit happen?