The Last Kings (9 page)

“You can kill me now,” he said, blood trickling down the side of his mouth. “But your cousin will be joining me soon.”

He still had a smile on his face when Ray lit his body up with the rest of his clip.

“Bitch,” he spat on his dead body.

“Ray, we have to go!” Adrianna said already fully dressed. She grabbed her clutch purse and ran for the door.

Ray began trying to get ahold of Sadie by calling her cell phone, but it just went straight to voice mail. Same with Mocha.

“Fuck!” Ray exclaimed as they ran through the hotel trying to make it to the exit.

Adrianna saw the worry all over Ray's face. She couldn't lie and say she wasn't worried too. If Coopa had gone himself to where Sadie and Mocha were to make a drop, nothing good could come out of it. Coopa was a weak leader, but she knew how merciless of a killer he was. She also knew that Sadie and Mocha were inexperienced when it came to the murder game. She hoped that they wouldn't become victims.

Please let us get there in time,
Adrianna said a silent prayer, hopping into Ray's Escalade. They hit eighty across town, knowing that two of their peoples' lives were on a countdown.

Mocha and I entered the apartment with the key Ray had given me. Larry, the guy Ray had sent us to meet, was supposed to be in the living room waiting for us. It was supposed to be a simple pickup, not more than five minutes. But as soon as I stepped foot in the two-bedroom apartment, I knew that walking back out might not have been an option that we had. Mocha inhaled sharply when she saw Larry's body lying facedown on the carpeted floor, a pool of blood formed neatly around his head.

“Sadie—” Mocha started but never finished.

Four men made their presence known walking from the back rooms. They all had their guns drawn. My heart stopped when I recognized one of the men as none other than Coopa. My mind wrapped around what the fuck was happening. Coopa had to have set us up, and I felt my heart twist into knots. He stared coldly at the two of us standing there.

“Some bitches?” He eyed us up and down and laughed. “This is how Ray conducts his business?”

Coopa was a good-looking light-skinned older man, but the way his face was always turned up took the handsome out of his appearance. He kept his head cut bald, probably because he was balding up top, and the goatee on his face was neatly trimmed. He stood before us at six foot two in a tan Armani suit with the matching shoes. Coopa motioned for his men to check us, which they did gladly, removing every weapon we had on our bodies, but they left my clutch in my hands. When they were done, Coopa began to pace slowly in front of us.

“I heard through the grapevine that there was a new operation starting in Detroit, and I thought, ‘Nah, not my city!' Don't no work come through this muhfucka if I don't know about it! Imagine my shock when I found out Ray was the snake goin' under my nose trying to take what's mine!” He waved his hands to the duffle bags of money on the couch that contained the two hundred and fifty thousand we were there to pick up. “Look at this shit! Two hundred and fifty stacks I would have been missing out on . . . Do you see the error in this fuckin' equation? That's
my
fuckin' money!
Mine!
”

Coopa stopped pacing to stand directly in front of me and looked into my eyes. He grabbed my face and, squeezing hard, pulled it close to his. At that moment, seeing the lust in his eyes, I regretted wearing my skinny Miss Me jeans with only a green tank top. The weather was nice. I didn't expect to have to dress to get robbed. I smelled his scent and knew that too had to be an Armani fragrance, hating how nice it was. I tried to turn away. I caught a glimpse of Mocha and admired the hardened look she had on her face. I knew she was terrified, and I immediately was consumed with guilt knowing it was my fault she was in that predicament in the first place. She looked back at me and gave me a look that said everything would be OK, like she knew exactly what I was thinking. Her head was held high as the men around her tried to spook her with their guns.

They'd gotten me for all of my weapons . . . except for one. I had a .22 Magnum revolver in my clutch loaded and ready to bust at the right moment. Coopa surprised me by grabbing my ass harder than anyone ever had.

“Don't fucking touch me,” I glared at him, trying to push him away from me.

I didn't give a fuck about the guns pointed my way anymore. I didn't like the way Coopa was licking his lips at me. Flashbacks of Nino began popping up in my head, and I wanted nothing more but for them all to be erased.

“Bitch!” Coopa snatched me up by my neck so fast I barely had time to take a breath. “You working for this nigga who's stealing from me
and
you his family. You're about to pay a small part of his debt to me!”

Mocha dashed over to where Coopa had me and jumped on his back, beating him with her fists.

“Get the fuck off of her!” she screamed and bit his ear like Mike Tyson.

Coopa yelled in pain before he got control and flung her off of his back.

“Get that bitch!” he directed his henchmen. “One of y'all should have shot her!”

One of the men, a fat, dark-skinned man who probably got no pussy, grabbed for Mocha, but she swung and connected with his jaw. The slap he landed on her face was so brutal the sound echoed throughout the apartment.

“Mocha!” I screamed, trying to push Coopa off of me.

I saw blood trickling down her nose and wanted to get over to where she was. Coopa laughed at my feeble attempts, knowing I couldn't overpower him. He picked me up and carried me to one of the bedrooms in the back. No matter how much I kicked or screamed, I couldn't get free. He tossed me on the bed in the master bedroom like a pillow and locked the door behind him. I wanted to cry, hearing Mocha's desperate screams of my name over and over.

“No point in trying to run, ma.” Coopa grabbed my Fendi clutch and threw it to the side of the bed.

The soft thud it made was slightly noticeable, but Coopa paid it no mind. He was too busy forcing my pants off. I spat on him.

“I'm going to kill you,” I snarled in an icy tone.

I sounded so confident that he fumbled with my pants a bit. He regained his composure quickly, however, as he pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket. I knew that Coopa, like Nino years before, was going to take something that I would never willingly give to him. Chuckling, Coopa threw the handkerchief to the side and gave me his pearly white smile.

“Feisty! And you got a fat ass,” he winked at me. “This should be fun.”

Coopa then removed his pants and jacket. In those few moments, I made the decision to not fight it. Every odd was against me, and my goal was to get to my clutch. The prize lay inside it. Coopa was slipping by letting me stay alive longer than necessary to get his self-proclaimed money. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the fact that once again my womanhood was getting stolen from me. I took a deep breath and made a decision. I was going to put on a good show, and then let a round off into his big-ass head. I opened my legs, allowing him to have all access to me, and a pleased look spread across his face.

“If you're going to kill me anyways, I might as well enjoy this shit,” I told him, playing with my pearl.

Coopa licked his lips as he watched my panties moisten.

“Damn, shorty,” he said, kissing my inner thigh.

He moved my panties to one side and let his tongue explore the depths of my treasure. My hands ran over his smooth head as I relished in the feeling of his warm tongue slipping and sliding, tasting my sweet nectar. A few moans escaped my mouth, and he stopped suddenly, shaking his head.

“This shit, it too wet. Turn around; let me get this pussy from the back,” he said.

I must have been going too slow because he grabbed my ankles and flipped me over himself, putting me at a perfect angle on the queen-sized bed to reach down and grab my clutch.

OK, Sadie, now you just have to play your fucking cards right
, I thought knowing the ball was now in my court.

The feeling of Coopa ramming his monster all up inside of me interrupted my thoughts. My walls instinctively clenched tightly. Coopa proceeded to beat my love spot into ecstasy. He was giving it to me so good I even began throwing it back at him. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw how infatuated he was with my ass.

“Damn, ma, you got a fat-ass fuck! Why you have to be that nigga's people? I could've made you my shorty!” Coopa threw his head back while he rode me until I felt myself about to explode.

“Fuck, I'm about to coooome!” I couldn't help crying out.

I couldn't hold back anymore, and my body quivered violently with the intensity of my orgasm. Coopa had my juices dripping all over him, but he still wasn't ready to bust.

Fuck, I have to get this nigga to nut!
I thought.

I started to make my ass clap as I threw it back at him, hoping that would be enough to make him bust.

“Hell yea, take this dick! Oooh, shit!” Coopa gripped my hips tightly, and I finally felt his dick pulsating inside of me. “I'm about to . . . ahhh!”

Coopa pulled out of me and squirted what seemed like a gallon of semen onto the bed. While he was busy enjoying the feel of his nut, I used that as my window of opportunity to reach down and grab my clutch. Although my legs were shaking, and I could barely stand, I knew what had to be done.

“Well, bitch, it was fun.” Coopa wiped his hands on the bedsheets and reached for the .45 he must have set on the ground while he was fucking me. “It's a shame I have to kill you now.”

The second he took his eyes off me to grab his gun was the second I used to aim mine. I let one round off, catching him by surprise in the arm. The force of my bullet caused him to drop his gun and fumble back.

“Ahh!” Coopa cringed, gripping his arm in pain. “Bitch!”

“The fuck did you think was going to happen here?” I said, standing there in just my panties and tank top. “Did you think you were going to fuck me, kill us,
rob
us, and live to tell the fuckin' tale?”

I let out a crazed laugh at the sight of Coopa standing there weighing his options. He knew he'd lost, and the realization he was feeling made me happy.

“Nigga, I'm a Last King! We don't fuckin' die!” I raised my gun again, feeling the power in my words. “You know what your mistake was, Coopa? You got too
fuckin'
comfortable, and the streets got hungry. We're here because you lost your boss mentality, and because of you, Detroit seems weak. We're here because you failed to do your job, but I guess it's good that we're here to take your place . . . huh?”

Coopa tried desperately to make a quick grab for the gun around his ankle, but I pulled the trigger one more time, rocking him to sleep forever.

“Bitch,” I spat and kicked his dead body.

After I put my pants back on, I opened the door to the bedroom as quietly as I could. The television in the living room was on loudly, and that explained why they didn't hear the bullets that had just killed their boss.

“Stop!” I heard Mocha cry out over the television and snickers in the background as I eased closer to the living room. “Get the fuck off me, you dirty dick-ass niggas!”

I closed my eyes quickly trying to envision who all was in the room. There was one big black nigga and two fair-skinned skinny niggas. From their movements, I could tell that they were all in one area of the living room. I knew they were strapped, but I didn't give a fuck. I would take many bullets for Mocha if they hurt a hair on her head. I took a deep breath and slid into the room, gun raised. As soon as I entered the room, my finger clicked the trigger, catching one of the skinny guys in the chest. He dropped like a fly. They'd been in the middle of trying to pin Mocha down and pry her legs open. The turquoise Fendi dress that she'd decided to wear would have given them easy access, but from the looks of it, they were having a pretty tough time.

“What the—” the big one started.

“Fuck?” I finished for him and cold-bloodedly splattered his brains throughout the room with two bullets.

His fat ass needed two bullets to send him to the afterlife. I felt a bullet whiz past my head and saw that the last guy had time enough to get a shot off. However, Mocha kicked him, throwing off his aim. She then pulled her hidden pistol from her thigh and emptied the clip into his head. When she was done, his head was no longer on his body. Instead, it was in little bloody pieces scattered everywhere in the room.

“Stupid bitch!” Mocha kicked the bodies of the fallen as her body shook uncontrollably.

She made her way to where I stood and embraced me. Then she pulled back and examined me.

“Did he—”

“Yes,” I answered her truthfully before the question fully formed from her mouth.

“Are you—” she stared again.

“I'm fine,” I told her, walking to the couch and grabbing one of the two duffle bags of drug money. “Grab that shit. We gotta go.”

Mocha understood that it wasn't the time or the place to get sentimental and obliged to my orders. I grabbed everything they'd taken from us and noticed I had a shitload of missed calls, all from Ray and Adrianna. I was about to call Ray back when Mocha and I rushed out of the apartment, but just as I hit the last number, I saw Ray's Escalade pull in front of the building. He jumped quickly from the driver's side and rushed to us.

“Say, you coo? Y'all good?” he asked. Worry drenched my cousin's handsome face.

I embraced him tightly to let him know that I was all good. When I pulled back, I looked into his eyes and smirked lightly.

“Go see for yourself,” I told him, throwing the duffle bag into the back of his truck.

Nodding my head to the apartment, I stepped out of the way so Ray could go check out the murder scene. Adrianna, who'd been making sure Mocha was OK, quickly followed suit, wanting to see what had gone down. When Ray came back out, he wore a huge grin on his face, and I knew he was pleased with the death of Detroit's old kingpin.

“Straight like that?” Ray asked, extending his hand.

I nodded my head and shook his hand, grinning.

“Like that.”

Ray's grin slowly turned into a frown as he stared into my eyes.

“That nigga ain't have no pants on, Say.” His eyes pierced into mine, but I couldn't look away. “What the fuck happened up there?”

I knew he would be scoping for a lie, and I couldn't tell him what really happened. I could already see guilt forming on his face. He was blaming himself for the whole ordeal. I thought carefully about my words before delivering a story. I glanced at Mocha as if to say,
“Go along with this shit,”
before I started speaking.