Toxic

ch 4

King

"Ayo King, how was that lil meeting you went to?" My right hand man Deon asked me as soon as I walked into the back office. He was counting out money even though he had a machine to do that for him.

"Man why the hell you even buy that shit if you not going to use it?" I asked him sitting across from him.

Deon looked up from the money, "I don't trust a ATM, what makes you think I'm going to trust this shit?"

I laughed at him, he was a fool.

"But for real did the bitch Milan show?"

"Nope, but I guess she sent her associate Lauren." I said. I thought about our encounter, and the Lauren chick came off to damn strong. She knew she was sexy as hell, and probably got any man she wanted but I couldn't dig her. Her personality shouted money hungry. Lauren looked like money.

"I've never heard of Lauren. Was she cute?"

"Man!" I threw a few one dollar bills at him. "All you think about is pussy. But get this, they've gone up twenty percent."

"What the fuck. Now we have to raise the price on these fools."

I nodded. I'm not going to front, Milan had that good product, and I wasn't about to risk going to a new supplier. I have Deon dap before standing to my feet. "I got to go. I'm picking up my son from Ashley's crib for a few. Hit my jack later on."

"Bet." He said dapping me.

I headed over to my baby mother Ashley's crib in my all black Audi.  When I pulled up to Jackson projects, I parked right outside her apartment noticing my son was outside by himself. I hopped out of my ride so fast. "Where your mama?" I asked him picking him up and hugging him.

He was my prince and that's what I called my son Brandon. He was only four, and my little twin. prince pointed to his Mama's window. Ashley was sitting in the window smoking a cigarette and looking down at us. I sighed, I swear I don't know what I seen in this girl.

We walked up to the fifth floor, and I walked in. Ashley stood in the middle of the floor looking guilty. She was a pretty dark skin girl I was digging for a few years before I had to let her loose. I had found out she had fucked a nigga on the south side and had to cut ties with her ass.

"Why the fuck was my son outside by himself?" I asked her before putting my son on the floor.

Ashley rolled her eyes at me smoothing down her short red dress. "King don't start that shit today."

I noticed that their were boxes piled up in the living room.

"Where the hell you going?"

Ashley sighed, and set on her sofa. "I'm moving with my mother."

I smiled, "word?" I was happy as hell that her ass was moving out the projects. She didn't even need to be there I made sure Ashley and my son was well taken care of. "That sounds good. Yo lil Prince go get your bags."

"So can I stay at your crib for a few days?" Ashley said standing up in front of me. Her five foot three inch stood to my chest. She licked her lips suductively. I stepped back almost laughing at her ass

"Na, but you know Prince can." I said. I wasn't feeling her ass. And the fact I heard she was fucking with Debo from the projects said enough for me. He was a broke ass nickle and dime dealer that begged me and Deon to put him on not to long ago.

Ashley pouted and turned around. I called my son and he came running with his spiderman book bag.

"Tell your mama bye."

Prince hugged Ashley and I threw up the peace sign and headed out the door.

*************

My mother Edna was staying at my house with my son while Deon and I hit the town. We decided to go to Passions downtown Norfolk. I drove my car and parked close to the club and looking at the club of folks who tried to get in. Luckly for us the Bouncer Big K knew us and waved us to the front of the line.

"What's Poppin Big K?" I dapped him.

Big K was a big bald man in his late forties. "Same old Young blood. Come on inside."

The music was blarring through the speakers and the club was filled to capacity. I made my way to the bar to order a bottle and headed to VIP. The creew was already inside sipping and smoking already. I set on the leather sofa and looked over to a few women dancing together. The one that caught my eye was brown skin, thick in all the right places. Her hey black hair was pulled back in natural curls. The sexy black dress hugged every single curve on her. She smiled over at me shyly, and I had to go over to her beautiful ass.

I walked over, "how are you." I peeped those six inch stelletos she was wearing and the gold necklace with a Jamaican flag around her neck. 

She spoke sweetly. "I just came here withy girl friends, I'm not really trying to get to know you." She turned around and started dancing with her friends again. I couldn't take rejection especially from one with a beautiful accent and a beautiful face. Her ass was phat ass hell to.

"Alright sweetheart, I'll catch you later." I walked back to my section and Deon began the jokes.

"You!" He laughed. "Home girl shot you down bra like a gun aiming at a bird!"

I lit my blunt and watched the beauty do her thing. It was something about her. I turned and looked down at the dance floor and noticed Trey looking up at me. That mother fuckers had been at my head for a couple months now. I didn't give a damn.

The girl walked over to me and took the blunt from my mouth and put it up to her own. "You give up easily."

"I'm giving you your space ma."

She smirked. "I needed a hit."

I nodded. "what's your name sweet heart?"

"Ameka."

"Ok ok."

"You?" She asked handing me the blunt back.

"Marcus. So where you from, I hear a accent."

"Jamaica."

I remembered that girl Lauren also had an accent. They kind of favored too. We talked for awhile until she was ready to go. She typed in her digits and said her goodbyes. I was feeling shorty too.

"Don't lose that number Marcus." Ameka winked at me.l, and went back to her friends. Her eyes were low from the blunt.

Deon flopped down beside me. "She sexy for real. Yo peep the nigga Trey."

I looked down and noticed he was making his way to the VIP. I tapped my gun on my waist line. I got up and headed over to Ameka.

"I need you and your girls to get out of here now."

"What?" She asked.

Before I could speak Trey aimed the gun and started firing. Everyone ducked or tried to run. I knocked Ameka to the floor behind a table. She was shook up and in tears. I felt a sting on my arm.

"Oh my God Marcus, your bleeding." She gasp.

Ameka tried to get from under me. She pulled something out of her purse. My eyes grew big as saucers. Shorty had a gun, and started to shoot back at Trey. She got him in the leg, and Deon was also shooting.

"Get the fuck out of here." I yelled at her.

She nodded, and pulled her friend with her.