Chapter 1
*King
That ganja got ya boy fucked up right about now. After I inhaled the shit, that fucks with my memory I exhaled into the air. It felt like slow motion as this bad bitch threw it back on me. Red head, yella bone, dimples, and that juicy booty. I had to take her home from the club tonight. I just don't remember her name.
"I'm bout to cu-uum daddy" she shivered.
"Ah uh! Nah, not on my dick" I said, roughly turning her around so my dick was in her mouth. I face fucked her until I came in her mouth. She was deep throatin' ya boy and swallowed all my seed' licking me clean. I grunted and puffed up some more of my blunt.
Red head's pussy was a'ight; I've hit better. I was faded as fuck and ready to tap when I felt shawty shifting on the bed. I think she thought I was asleep 'cause she went over to my jeans at the end of the bed. I usually carried a few stacks on deck just in case. She checked my pockets and pulled out a rubber band stack of hunnads.
"Jackpot" she whispered but before she could get off my bed, I had my .45 in hand, ready to buss a cap in ha ass.
"Put that shit down" I spat. Red head turned around with her eyes wide and dropped the money. "The fuck you think Im stupid or something?"
"N-no" she stuttered.
"Get dressed" I demanded, pointing my gun at her skull as I pulled on my boxers. As soon as she finished, I grabbed her by her nappy ass dyed red hair and pulled her to the front door and threw her out. "Get ya own damn ride bitch!" I slammed the door in her face.
I was too mu'fucking pissed off and tired to do anything else but sleep. I threw my gun on the table before falling on my king size bed and passed out.
-Next Morning-
I woke up to my phone blowing up. I checked the time and it was noon. "Wassup?" I answered my phone to my right hand, Zay.
"Get down to the warehouse, I want you to meet somebody"
"A'ight nigga give me a minute" he didn't say nothing, just hung up.
I pulled myself up and hopped in the shower. I let the water hit my body as I thought of what was in store for me today. Washing the soap off me I got out and dried off as I blasted some Juicy J. I freeballed until I got a fit for the day. True Religion's, a red Polo tee, and Jordan bred 11's. I brushed my waves and went to brush my hot ass breath. I wasn't in the mood to eat so I snagged up a honey bun before jumping in my silver Jaguar xj.
I bobbed my head to A$AP Rocky's mix tape, pulling up to my warehouse. I nodded to the guard as I parked. I locked up and walked in. There was a few places in the warehouse but the main space is where we have our meetings. I walked in to see all my niggas talking, Zay standing up with his hand on the back of a chair where an unknown person sat.
"Wassup" Zay dapped me.
"Wassup nigga, who that?" I pointed.
"Ay!" He shouted and everyone stopped talking. The chair turned around slowly to reveal a female. Brown skinned, green eyed, pretty face female. She had on a pink crop top, white pants, with pink and grey Jordan 13's. Her body was like Nicki Minaj's, besides them big ass hips, and I couldn't tell about her ass yet. Her shirt showed off a piercing and a few tattoos with a flat stomach to match.
"This K12" Zay said pulling me from my daze.
"Why they call you K12?" I asked.
"My name is Karma and I've been doing this shit since I was 12"
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A King's Gold
Ficção Adolescente22 year old King Williams runs things in the streets of Atlanta, Georgia. For five years he's built up his kingdom, fucking woman and selling dope. Even though being in the game has it's perks, with women sliding down poles and blunts blowing damn n...