URBAN: Chosen By A Kingpin (34 page)

“I thought you said I could trust you in here while I take my shower.” She smiled holding on to her robe. “Now here you are staring at me like a teenage boy.” She giggled. “Do you like what you see?”

“I don’t think I’m allowed to answer that question.”

“Why not? Because of your little girlfriend Giselle?” She touched the top of his head. “I know how to keep a secret.”

“But that’s my girl though.”

“I understand.”

“And I love her.”

“I still understand.” She kissed his lips softly. “So if anything were to happen, it would have to be for one night and one night only.”

She kissed him again and he snatched the robe off of her. She was so soft and smelled so sweet. When their lips touched again, he could feel the guilt in him slowly fall away. He grabbed her hips and out of nowhere they were in the bedroom. His clothes flew off of him and he looked at her again. The desire in her eyes matched what he was feeling. He licked the side of her neck and she wriggled underneath him. She reached up pulled him in by his neck for another kiss. He started to slide his hands between her legs.

“You sure you want to do this?” She asked him. Her eyes still filled with lust and he still wanted her. He pressed his erect penis against her. She smiled feeling it on the outside of her lower lips.

“Doesn’t that tell you that I still want this?” He grinned back at her.

“Can I taste it?” Her question and eyes stopped him cold. He flopped on the bed with his member standing straight up for attention. She licked her lips and the candlelight danced in her eyes.

“Are you ready?”

When he nodded his head yes, she rolled her tongue out. She licked from the base all the way to the top of his head. She flicked her tongue at the head and held a tight grip on the shaft. She squeezed her hand as her tongue painted his head. He started to hiss and moan. He looked down at her and they caught each other's eyes. While looking deep into his eyes, she began to take him into her mouth. She locked eyes with him as she took him more and more in her mouth. He couldn’t handle it much longer, but he held on. As she started to speed up, he just watched himself disappear almost completely in her mouth.

She started to go a bit too fast and he just picked her up, and slammed her down right on top of it. Without any waiting, she started to grind her hips. She moved against him skillfully and ready. She was all on him as if they’ve been having sex for years. They moved perfectly together. It was scary how good it was to Lionel. He didn’t want to think about Giselle, but Tasha was more experienced and it showed. He felt it by the way she moved.

“You going to let me do all the work?” She commented as she winded her hips more.

“Are you saying that you’re tired?” He joked and laughed while he put his hands behind his head.

“Not even, but why should I do all the work?” She grinned at him. Next thing she knew she was flat on her back, she was about to open her mouth again, but he began pounding away. He felt her arms around his neck and her fingers dug deep into his back. The pain turned him on.

As he slammed into her repeatedly, she would whisper and moan into his ear. The sweet nothings that she told him, gave him more power to continue.

“Yes, exactly like that.” She told him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She licked the bottom of his earlobe and then bit it. “Don’t stop until I cum.” He nodded his head and buried it in the curve of her neck. He sped up and the bed rocked back and forth. It even started sliding off the mainframe.

“I’m about to fuck up all your furniture.” He boasted as he kept going.

“Then how about we move this to another place?”

They found themselves on her sofa. She was bent over and he was holding on to her hips. He went in and out of her slowly. She moved her hips along and they even moaned in unison. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled hard. She grew wet and he could feel it against the tip of his member, he pushed himself deeply into her. She shook her lower body in ecstasy. Then she started to throw her body against him. He stopped moving and let her take control. She moved against him and he just watched in awe.

“You still letting me do all the work.” She turned over and winked. She pulled herself out and sat on the couch. She spread her legs and smiled at him. “You’re going to taste me.”

“And if I don’t?” He was already kneeling to meet her lips.

“Then you get none of this sweetness.” She teased. He licked the outside of her lips and she shivered at his touch. He opened her up some more and tasted inside of her. She was so wet and just as sweet as she bragged. She was moaning and groaning loudly. He was still aroused and he couldn’t get enough of her. Just when he thought that she was going to explode, they were on their way back to the bedroom.

“Come on.” She swayed her way to the bedroom. “Let’s finish this right.”

“You want me to do all the work, don’t you?” He climbed on the bed right after her.

“Only if you think you can handle it.” She giggled. He chuckled and was right on top of her.

“I know I can.”

They started all over again. She wrapped her legs around him again and he went at her without mercy. He didn’t hold back at all. When he leaned back to look at her, she took his hand and placed it on her neck. He grinned and squeezed slightly. She shook her head, indicating that she wanted him to squeeze even tighter. He did and she moaned. Her body moved like a snake beneath him and he held on to her. Every time he pumped into her, he squeezed. It wasn’t long before she gave in to the pleasure. He smirked and kept going quickly until he came as well.

She held him and told him to put on the alarm. He tried to but every time he pressed the button it started buzzing. It was a weird buzz though. It wasn’t the regular buzzing of an alarm clock but it sounded like his doorbell.

“What’s that?” He asked as he looked towards her front door. He tried to shake her, but she wasn’t there anymore. He looked all around the bedroom, but it began to fade away.

The sound of the doorbell buzzing brought him out of his dream. It felt so real that he really thought that he was home. He’d forgotten that after he bumped into Tasha, he just went home. He got up and the doorbell was still buzzing. He went towards his intercom.

“Who is it?” He asked.

“Leo, it’s Antwon.” Antwon introduced himself. Lionel buzzed to let him in.

“What’s up?” Lionel opened his apartment door before Antwon could even knock on it. “Don’t you have a key or something?” He asked him. Antwon didn’t answer at first. Lionel looked at his friend. He wasn’t looking as frail as before, but he didn’t look like his old self either. “What’s going on?”

“I got something to tell you.” Antwon sat on the couch. “But before I do, can I ask you a quick question?”

“Sure.” Lionel leaned on the wall opposite of his friend. “What is it?”

“You still putting money in your mother’s bank account?”

“Yeah, but where is that coming from?”

“It’s good that you putting the money in your mother’s account.”

“Okay?” Lionel was still confused. “You never answered my question though. Why did you ask me that?”

“I’ll answer that after I tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“You not going to be seeing me for a while.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m going to be gone.” Antwon gave him a small smile but Lionel could tell that whatever he was about to say had been weighing on him for a while.

It was the night of the shooting. Antwon had just run up on Janine and her boyfriend Martin. As he held the gun to the back of his head, he could feel his anger grow. He was screaming words but all he could think about was revenge.

“Now, do you remember me motherfucker?” He screamed.

“I’m so sorry.” Janine cried from the ground. “I’m so sorry.”

“What the fuck is up with him?”

“This is the guy you shot from the club.” She told him.

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah oh shit motherfuker.” Antwon gripped the gun. “What you got to say now?”

“I should have killed you when I had the chance.” Martin laughed.

“You bitch.” Antwon pulled the trigger.

The shots echoed throughout the street. Janine screamed loudly as she went to the body of her now dead boyfriend Martin. Half of his head was gone and she was covered in his blood.

“No, no no no.” She screamed again and again. She looked at Antwon. “You!” She pointed at him. “You!”

Antwon was in a trance, but he quickly snapped out of it. He realized that people were starting to run about. He didn’t even think to look for witnesses. He just wanted to get to Martin. As he put the gun away and ran in the street, he had to find a place to hide. He just kept running around the corner and as soon as he found a block that was empty, he walked to a quiet corner. He found an empty lot. He unloaded the gun and and buried it deep in the ground. He took the bullets and threw it in the trash can.

He sat on the ground and rocked back and forth. He kept replaying Martin’s body dropping to the ground. Antwon had fought people, beat them up to a pulp, but he never shot and killed someone before. He’s always used to say that if he had to kill someone it would be easy, but now that he actually did, it didn’t feel like that at all. The image of Martin’s body falling, the sound of it hitting the ground, and the blood. He couldn’t get over it.

Just then he looked down. His clothes had Martin’s blood all over it. He suddenly started to panic. He wiped his face in case there was any blood on it. He knew he couldn’t hide out if he was covered in blood. He had to change his clothes, and quickly. But how could he do it? He couldn't just walk in a store, soaked in blood, and just buy a whole new wardrobe. He started to hate himself. The more mishaps he spotted, the more he realized that he should have waited for Lionel. Lionel could at least talk him down or they could have done a better plan. Now that he was here covered in blood, he regretted his decision.

He started to think about what he could do. He looked across the street and spotted a clothes donation bin. People in the neighborhood would put their old and used clothes in the bin. He waited until the cars that were driving up and down the block disappeared. He ran across the street and stood on top of a milk crate. He opened the bin and felt around for clothes. The first item he pulled out were these tight yellow leggings. He threw it to the ground and went back to fishing for clothes. He pulled out some ratty old jeans. They were a bit too big for him, but he just threw it over his shoulders. He then found an old t-shirt and jacket. He went back to the lot.

Although it was a little cold outside, Antwon stripped down and changed clothes. He took his blood soaked clothes and threw them in the trashcan. He looked down at his brown Timberland boots and saw that there were splotches of blood on them. He took out his wallet and saw that he didn’t have much money on him. He hated himself again. Why didn’t he wait things out? Why couldn’t he at least prepare just a little bit?

He found a bargain store and found some dingy shoes. He didn’t want to buy them, but he did and quickly discarded of his shoes in the trash as well. He got on the train and just stayed on. Everyone was looking at him, but he couldn't tell if it was his paranoia or his outdated clothes that was bringing the attention. He just stayed on the train. He saw many passengers come and go. They left him alone because they thought he was homeless. Since the passengers let him be, after his fifth ride on the line, he fell asleep.

“Young man?” Someone poked him, but Antwon just groaned and rolled around.

“Young man!” They poked him harder and shouted. “You need to get off the train.” They told him again, but he just slowly opened his eyes. He started to wake up and when his eyes adjusted, he saw the bright lights. He turned and looked at the person who was poking him. When his eyes focused he saw that it was a police officer.

“I didn’t do it.” Antwon spilled out.

“Didn’t do what?” The cop squinted.

“Nothing.” Antwon nervously said.

He got off the train and saw that he was in the Bronx. He was about to get on the train that was on the other platform, but the cop was still staring at him. He was talking on his radio while looking at Antwon. The cop started walking towards Antwon. Antwon started walking slowly outside and when he hit the corner he ran. He bumped into a middle aged woman. He knocked down the items in her hand. He helped her picked them up and tried handing them to her. When he went to hand her the last item, he saw that she left.

“Bitch must have thought that I was trying to rob her.” He mumbled to himself. He looked at the last item and saw that it was a hair dye. He laughed but then a crazy thought came to his head. He thought that he should dye his hair. If someone saw him kill Martin, they would know how he looked like. If he could just change his looks, it would help him escape even longer.

He now had a new goal. He looked around. There was nothing but fast food places and small shopping stores. He went inside one of the fast food places. He tried to go in their bathroom, but the door was locked.

“May I please use your restroom?” He asked in his most polite voice. The worker behind the register looked him up and down.

“I’m sorry sir, but our restrooms are for customers only.” She told him rudely. “May I please help the next customer?”

“Miss, I asked you nicely. I just need to use the restroom because it’s an emergency. I could have been rude to you and cursed you out but I didn’t.” He felt himself get angry again. “So I’m going to ask you again and I won’t even be rude. Can I please use the fucking bathroom?”

At this time the whole fast food restaurant went silent. Everyone was staring at them. Antwon didn’t care. He just wanted to go inside and use the restroom. The sooner he dyed his hair, the better he thought to himself. The cashier thought about sticking to her original no, but when she saw how everyone was staring at them she backed down. She knew it was only a matter of time before people took out their cellphones and recorded the whole thing. She didn’t need that kind of headache in her life.