Kingpin Wifeys Part 7, page 5
“Exactly.” He sipped his drink and said, “You’re loyal to my brother and he don’t deserve it.”
“You know, if I fuck with you, my reputation is going to take a hit.”
“Look, that dude has fucked around on you so much, you wouldn’t believe it.”
“You sound like a hater.”
“You’re right.”
“Let’s talk about you and me. What do you want from me? You want pussy? What?”
“I want more than that.”
“Really?” She licked her lips, not to be suggestive, but he took it as that and his dick jumped.
“I want you to give me an opportunity.”
“Troy, I like you a lot, but I can’t be with two brothers. No matter how hard I try, I would never be able to get over the fact that Trey is your brother.”
The barmaid appeared and asked if there was anything else she could get them. “No,” Starr said.
Troy dug into his wallet and removed twenty-five dollars then he stood, kissed Starr on the cheek, and made his way to the door.
Chapter 9
Black had been trying to contact Kyrie all morning. He started calling him at around 10 a.m. and it was now 1 p.m., and he still hadn’t answered his phone. Black felt something was wrong. Kyriealways answered his phone. He dialed Kyrie’s wife, Melody, but she didn’t answer either. He was just about to make a drive out to their home when someone knocked on his door. Peering through the peephole, Black realized it was Kyrie.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“I been talking to the cops all morning.”
“The cops?”
“Calm down, bruh. You know I didn’t give them shit.”
Black led Kyrie to the den where Kyrie sat on an armchair and Black sat across from him.
“What the fuck happened?”
“They were talking about some heroin ODs.”
“No shit.”
“Yeah they been ODing off the Obamacare package.”
“Damn.” Black remembered what Shamari had told him days earlier. “We gotta put a new stamp on the package,” he said.
“I know, and the fucked up thing about it is that it may not have even been our shit that people are ODing off of,” Kyrie said.
“No. The fucked up part is we gotta get a new product out there and one that everybody knows again.”
“I don’t want to deal with this shit no more.”
Black said, “Motherfucker, don’t be such a pussy. Man, we’re making three times as much as we did with coke.”
“So I’m a pussy now because I don’t want to go to jail for life? You weren’t the motherfucker getting interrogated.”
Black had never heard Kyrie talk like that before. Though he believed in his heart that Kyrie hadn’t given the police any information, he detected a softness in Kyrie he’d never seen before. He’d have to distance himself from him. He could crack under enough pressure.
“You’re right man, I’m going to chill,” Black said.
“Listen, man, I didn’t say we had to chill. I still want to make money, just not with heroin.”
“Too much is going on. We’ll take a break then we can get back to business in a month or so.”
Kyrie studied Black’s face wondering if he’d said something wrong. He was concerned with Black’s change of heart.
Black said, “So what did the police ask you?”
“Wanted to know where I got the heroin from.”
“And you said?”
“Mexicans, but they didn’t believe me.”
“Why?”
“They said it came from Pakistan.”
“What else did they ask you?”
“Who were my customers.”
“And you said what?”
“I told them I sold mostly to business people.”
“Really?” Black was skeptical as hell.
“Yeah, I had to tell them something because they held up some pictures of two white teens saying that they’d overdosed.”
“That don’t mean that you were responsible.”
“I know. Maybe I shouldn’t have said nothing at all.”
“You think?”
Kyrie sensed Black’s sarcasm and said, “I know you probably thinking I said something about you.”
“Now that’s where you’re wrong. Not for one minute did I believe that you would implicate me. You and I both know that you know better than that.”
“You seem pissed.
“Cuz you shouldn’t have said a motherfucking THANG!”
“You’re right.”
Rashida rushed to the door wearing a robe. She was surprised to see that it was her brother on her doorstep. They embraced and she invited him in. He was sweating and he looked very concerned.
“What brings you here?” she asked.
“I got a lot of shit on my mind, and you’re the only person I can talk too. I need to use the restroom.”
He walked in the direction of the hall bathroom before she said, “Use the one on the other side of the dining room.”
Black stopped and he looked confused before she said, “I have company, Tyrann.”
“My bad.” Black didn’t know why he had assumed his sister spent her nights alone. Hell, she was a grown woman with needs and she was a lot older than he was, but he still didn’t like to think of some clown humping his sister. Even though she was damn near a genius, she wasn’t that smart when it came to picking men. He used the restroom and met her at the kitchen table.
“Who is he?”
“A friend I knew since college.”
“Not that married clown again.”
Rashida laughed and said, “No, not him, and quit judging me.”
“Not judging you. I’m judging him. That nigga is exactly like me, just with a college degree.”
Rashida was laughing her ass off.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m afraid, sis, and you’re the only person I can tell this too. You’re the only person that has ever seen me afraid.”
“I can’t remember ever seeing you being afraid.”
“Remember when I was a kid and those twins, Donald and Darnell, tried to jump me? I ran home afraid and you made me kick both of their asses.”
Rashida laughed. “But you were only eight years old.”
“Doesn’t matter, I was afraid.”
“Don’t understand your point, but what are you afraid of now?”
“There was no point to the story. It’s just that I don’t like everybody to see me vulnerable.”
“What the fuck is going on?”
“I don’t know where to begin.”
She rubbed his hand and said, “You can tell me anything, lil brother. I won’t judge.”
“I been thinking about K.B. a lot lately and I don’t know if he can hold up.”
“K.B.? Who the hell is that? What are you talking about?”
“K.B. is the dude that they holding for murder.”
“The one that you had something to do with?”
“Yeah.”
“Why did you do it?”
“You just said you wouldn’t judge, so I don’t wanna hear all that coulda, woulda, shoulda bullshit. Besides, I wasn’t the one that pulled the trigger.”
“Is that what you like to tell yourself to justify shit? We all like to tell ourselves things to make us feel good about ourselves, but, Tyrann, the bottom line is you did wrong. Admit it. Get it out. I’m not going to judge you and I damn sure ain’t going to tell anybody.”
Black turned from his sister’s gaze. “Yeah, I did wrong, sis, and I know that I’m going to have to answer for it one day.”
“Why’d you do it?”
“The man tried to kill me.”
“Why did he try to murder you?”
“He was Lani’s boyfriend.”
“This is about Lani?”
“Not exactly.” He didn’t want Rashida or anybody in his family to think badly of Lani because the fact of the matter was, Lani was a good person.
“So you’re afraid K.B. might rat you out?”
Black stared his sister in the eyes and said, “If he does, I’m going away for a very long time.”
Rashida felt herself tearing up. She didn’t even want to think about the possibility of losing her brother.
“Don’t cry, sis. Now that’s the exact reason I didn’t want to tell you anything. I knew that you wouldn’t be able to take it.”
“You’re my baby brother, and when I see you in pain, I can’t help but cry.”
Rashida stood and ripped a paper towel from the roll in front of her and dabbed her eyes.
“I need a favor,” Black said.
“Anything.”
“Go see K.B.”
“In jail?”
“Yeah, I think he’s on Wright Street. I need you to find out where his head’s at. I know you don’t like to visit jails, but you’re one of the only people I trust besides Lani and I can’t send Lani down there because she’s been questioned. The police think that she had something to do with it.”
“I’ll do anything that you want me to.” She finished drying her eyes and he stood and hugged his sister before walking to the door.
“So I’ll meet you the day after tomorrow.”
“That’s fine, preferably in the morning.”
Before she opened the door to let him out, Black said, “You tell that nigga that he better treat you right or else I’ll kill his ass.”
She said, “You don’t need to kill anybody else. You’ve done enough, boy. Please go somewhere and sit yo ass down.”
He laughed and gave her another hug.
The next day at 11:45 p.m., Black was standing on Rashida doorstep again ringing the hell out of her doorbell. She frowned when she saw him and stood there with her hands on her hips. He sensed that she didn’t want him to come in. She looked pissed off. Her hair was messy as hell and not wrapped. He sensed that his big sister was being a victim of a brutal doggy style when he started hammering on the door again.
“Why in the hell do you keep popping up at my house like this?”
“What did K.B. say?”
“I thought the deal was that we were supposed to meet in the morning?”
“That’s what I said, but I needed to know what’s going on now. There is no way I could get any sleep without knowing what the fuck is going on.”
“Hold it down. I have company again tonight.”
“I figured that was why you were looking pissed when you opened the door. Getting some dick, huh?”
“Boy, I’m not about to discuss my personal life with you. Just keep your voice down.”
“Was I that loud?”
“You know how your voice carries.”
“Promise not to wake your Boo.”
“Will you shut up!” She knew he was teasing but she wasn’t in the mood for it. She led him back into the kitchen and before they were seated, she got a Coke Zero from her fridge and handed it to him.
He popped the top and took a sip before asking, “So what’d you find out?”
“K.B. said he was offended that I’d come down there to see him.”
“Why?”
“He said that he would never let anything bad happen to you. I took that as he wasn’t going to talk to the police.”
“But why was he offended?”
“Because two and two is four, Tyrann. He figured out that I’d come down to see if he was talking to the police. I’m your sister. I’ve never seen this man before, and all of a sudden, I show up to visit him. Don’t have to be a genius to guess what that is all about.”
Black laughed and said, “I see, but I gotta watch my ass now.”
“He said to give his baby’s mother some money for his attorney.”
“I know I’ve been meaning to take her some money and also Twan’s baby mother.”
“Who the hell is Twan?”
“A friend of mine from Alabama.”
“Is he locked up too?”
“No. He’s dead.”
“Was he in on the murder?”
“Yes.”
Rashida stood up and made her way to the fridge to get a Coke Zero for herself. She said, “Jesus Christ, Tyrann. I don’t even want to know what happened to him!”
“Good. But look, sis, don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine. Don’t worry about me.”
“But you’re worried. You told me so last night.”
Black took a swig of his coke. He didn’t respond because she was absolutely right.
“Look, Tyrann, I don’t know what the fuck is happening. I just don’t want anything to happen to Nana.”
“Nothing is going to happen to Nana. Trust me, sis. I’m going to buy her a new house as soon as this blows over.”
“Then what are you going to do with your life? Being a forty-year-old drug dealer is not cool.”
“Forty? I’m nowhere near forty.”
“You’ll be surprised how fast time will creep up on you.”
“I’ve got some things in the works.”
Rashida laughed. “You’ve been saying that all your life.”
“I know I have, but this time it’s for real. I met a girl who wants to partner up with a couple of franchise opportunities.”
“I hope so.” Rashida stood and said, “Bro, I’d love to talk to you all night.”
He finished is coke and said, “Your dick awaits you.”
They both laughed their asses off.
Chapter 10
Shamari had just arrived from California. He scored some heroin from his connection, and it took his runner three days to drive the product back from Los Angeles to Atlanta. It was nine a.m. when Shamari rang Black’s doorbell. He carried a blue backpack containing the product. Black laughed when he saw him.
“What’s funny?” asked Shamari.
“I still gotta get used to that Caucasian-looking face.” Black chuckled and said, “You know what I was just thinking? You look like a goddamned black-white man.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You ever see a black person that looks like a white person?”
Shamari was getting pissed and Black sensed it.
“Have a seat.”
“What’s in the backpack?
“Pure shit.” He removed the product and tossed it on the table.
“Where’d you get it?”
“L.A. Remember, I told you I had a friend in Cali that could get it for me? He taxed me, but it’s pure.”
“Black dude?”
“Yeah.”
“Well it ain’t pure, I can guarantee you that.”
“Looks good, but since I don’t do it, I’ll have to get somebody to test it.” Shamari said.
“You trust your connect?”
“Yeah, I’ve been to his mom’s house before.”
“Look, like I said before, I doubt that it’s pure, but I hope it’s decent.”
“We’ll soon find out. So what are you going to call it?”
“Obamacare.” Black replied.
“No way in hell! Are you crazy? That shit is killing people!”
“But it’s what people want and it’s in demand. It’s the package that people want. We gotta give them what they want.”
Shamari stood and paced. “You’ve lost your goddamned mind, man! White kids are dropping left and right because of this. I don’t want to be the one that they associate with this shit. The mayor, police chief and the DEA were on T.V today talking about how they’re going to find out who is pushing this poison. It was a huge press conference with a couple of white families holding pictures of their kids that OD’d.”
“I understand all of that. But understand that you’re already a wanted goddamned man that needs to make money!”
Shamari sat his ass back down.
Black said calmly, “There’s a million motherfuckers out here selling hamburgers but you know who the big three areâMcDonald’s, Burger King, and Wendy’s. You know why? Because motherfuckers recognize them, that’s why.”
Shamari smirked, thinking was this motherfucker serious with his analogy?
Black said, “Obamacare is a brand that people recognize and they want. I don’t want to have to build up another brand.”
“It’s also a brand that’s killing motherfuckers so quit comparing dope to hamburgers.”
Black said, “Okay, you’re the one that needs the money, not me.”
Shamari sat there and thought about everything Black had said. He weighed the risk with the rewards and said, “You know that I’m in. I don’t think it can get much worse than attempted murder on an informant.”
Black gave him a pound.
“Where is your boy?”
“Who?”
“Kyrie.”
“Man, police picked him up, but they let him go and he came over here all shook up.”
“The police picked him up for what?”
“Questioned him about that heroin he’d gotten charged for, but we knew that was going to happen.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he’d gotten it from some Mexican but they didn’t believe him. Police said it came from Pakistan. I told you when I first saw it that I thought it was from Afghanistan or Columbia.”
“So, did he tell them anything else?”
“No. But he was scared. Kind of like you were a few minutes ago,” Black laughed.
“I wasn’t scared. Just being careful.”
“Okay, are we going to make this money or are we going to join the army?”
Shamari said, “You’ve got to be the craziest motherfucker I’ve ever known.”
Black laughed then they embraced. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Shamari said, “Who the fuck is that?”
There was a black nine millimeter on the end table. Black grabbed it and made his way over to the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s me.”
“Me who?”
“It’s Kyrie. Open the door.”
Black opened the door as Shamari stood behind him. Black stepped aside and let him in.
Kyrie said, “What’s up, Shamari?” His eyes went straight to the product that was on the coffee table. “Just as I thought.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I knew I scared you earlier. I knew you were bullshitting me about taking a break.”
