The Coldest One

Kyan

"Whos the king?
Came from the bottom nigga, with stains on my shirt
What you expected from me, I came from the dirt
Whos the king?
Money my motivator, the songs that I sing
Picture a peasant passing from pawn to a King
You tell me ya still love me, if so then let me go
Will I return or will I burn, never know
Look in my eyes and see the future
But don't sugar coat it"

We got two Kings in our presence y'all ! Them Mathis boys just walked in. They tried to take my nigga Kyan out but he's back and he's better! Welcome home bruh! DJ Benz yelled over the microphone. The crowd went crazy as my brother and I moved through trying to get to our VIP section. The 757 loved us like we were real live celebrities. I guess in a way we were. My brother was known around the way as a hot up and coming rapper and I was on my way to the NFL before my injury. Walking home after a game some players from the other team followed me and jumped in an alley two blocks from my school. One of them took a sledgehammer to my legs, fucking up any chance I had of making it big. I cried like a baby when the doctor told me I couldn't play anymore. I was good as shit, all the hood niggas bet on me and made bank. While recovering and learning how to walk again Trav went out for revenge. Him and our crew caught all of them and sent them on a permanent vacation in the Chesapeake Bay. No one will ever understand our bond, its more than a twin thing. Our life was far from easy but we relied on each other to get thru it. Our mama was never down with being a parent, especially since we were the products of her rape. She delivered us in Norfolk General and dipped out before we even had our first bath. My grandma took us in, but she was sick and barely hanging on. That lady was my heart, she made it to everyone of my games no matter how bad she was feeling. She didn't have a lot of money, shit she ain't have any money so we made it our business to get rich and take care of her. When my dreams of being a NFL player died I linked up with Layla pops.

  Before my injury he was against me joining his operation because he said knew my protentional to get out the hood and didn't want me to mess up my future. I respected that and worked a regular ass 9-5 Walmart job stocking shelves overnight. But the day I was released from the hospital he pulled up to pick me up since my grandma couldn't drive. Of course, Travis was right by myside. Driving down the Blvd. Mr. Chris threw a bag in my lap. Opening it up I seen it was two bricks of the finest.

"Your first two on the house. You prove to me y'all can do this and I'll put you on the team. Y'all fuck up and you're on your own. Don't you mention my name, or I'll be the shoulder your grandma cries on at your funeral."

   He never took his eyes off the road, but he didn't need to. I understood our test loud and clear. Trav looked over at me grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. We were ready to put that work in.

"Let's get this money bruh." And that's exactly what we did, ten years later we became the sons Mr. Chris never had. He passed his empire down to us last year and we were bringing in more money than we knew what to do with. The community loved us because we gave back. When I reached my first mil I donated to all the schools in the 757, opened a women's shelter for victims of rape, a youth center to help the boys and girls stay out the streets and six apartment buildings I turned into low-income housing. Every year we donate clothes and supplies for back to school, thanksgiving dinners, Christmas presents to the communities. Too many people rely on the government to help our people out and we were trying to change that. Ain't nobody going to help our people if we won't.

Honestly a nigga just happy to still be alive. After two weeks of being knocked out and four months of recovery ya boy was finally back. Zyir came to see me in the hospital and apologize for his bitch ass daddy. He sat down and explained their whole beef and wanted it to be known he supported whatever decision we chose regarding his pops' life. On the strength of Zyir wanting answers for his mother we let that shit ride, for now. My boy was still fucked yo over Tara though. She still wasn't speaking to him. Sis was known for turning off her emotions and that's exactly what she did with him. I've watched him Keith Sweat her ass while she sat there filing her nails. I don't even know why she mad. I'm the one who almost died and I ain't even beefing with dude. Shit I done went into business with his ass but she still tripping. I couldn't worry about their shit though, I got enough on my plate.

"Welcome back Kyan. Glad to see your doing better. I turned my head in the direction of Crystal's voice and smiled. Licking my lips I checked out her outfit. Babygirl had ass for days and the skin tight had it sitting fully on display. Her hair was wild and curly like I always told her to wear it. Visions of bending her ass over the bar and gripping her hair as I fucked her from the back flooded my head. My dick bricked up instantly.

"Wassup Ma. Your looking good as usual. I whispered into her ear. I ran my hands up her thighs till I reached her center. Biting on the side of her neck, she gasped as my fingers flickered over her clit. "We gone link up later?"

She nodded her head and stepped back. The lust in her eyes was loud and clear. I grinned and turned to walk off. Crystal was my first love; my heart was broke when I went to go pick her up after school one day and her house was empty. Not empty like no one was home, empty like they up and moved away. Her neighbor told me they had packed up and moved in the middle of the night. Two days after her eighteenth birthday she moved back, she held a nigga down when I was recovering from my injury but that whole situation changed me. She said I became a different nigga and she just wanted to be friends. I respected her decision but still hit that every chance I could. I know I'm living foul as fuck since I'm engaged to Miloh but I couldn't help it. It's just something about Crystal I couldn't let go.

"Still seeing stars over Crystal's ass I see." My boy Julio clowned as soon as I entered our section. Everyone knew our history and how I felt about her.

"You not going to be happy until Loh boss up on your ass and bust it open for her side nigga." Zyir chimed in. Trav didn't say anything. He already knew the deal. I loved Miloh but I loved Crystal first. Deep down I always wondered if we would still be together had I not got injured. Would we be married with kids right now? Like my homie drake said the first love is the sweetest, but that first cut is the deepest.  I still haven't gotten over Crystal ass but I'm about to marry Miloh. I ain't even ready forreal but I panicked when Miloh caught me cheating. Crystal gave my ass abandonment issues and I didn't want to be alone. I said anything to make Miloh stay, but honestly she was too weak for me. What kind of woman catches her man balls deep and three hours later accepts his marriage proposal? Now she's pregnant with a nigga seed and I can't leave her or my baby outback.

"Drink up bruh." Travis said handing me a shot. "It's a celebration let all that other shit go for tomorrow."