A Dangerous Illusion (COMPLETE)

F I F T E E N

'I would like to get to know if I could be

The kind of girl that you could be down for

Cause when I look at you I feel something tell me

That you're the kind of guy that I should make a move on'

_-_

K I N G

Maya laughed at the movie Girls Trip, running a hand over Omari's waves as he laid sprawled between her legs on the bed. Omari rolled his eyes. They had watched the movie three times that week alone and he was getting tired of it.

Before he began dating Maya, King would have been at his club or one of his traps entertaining a broad who he'd probably take home for the night as a blunt occupied his left hand. Though since he'd been dating Maya Donavan or Quincy would fill his place as he and Maya would lay up and watch a movie. He didn't know why but he would always find himself wanting to be around her.

Omari kicked the text book that was lying on his leg onto the floor where a sleeping Ralph was dozing. He glanced at the book - sniffing it slightly before curling his paws around his face again. Probably trying to drown out the sound of Tiffany Haddish.

His hand caressed her thigh as he watched the screen idly, his hand itching to reach for his phone and check up on what Quincy was doing.

"I love it when you massage my scalp." He moaned out in delight. His head rolled back against her soft chest - his eyes closed in delight as he enjoyed the feeling of Maya's dainty finger's massaging his scalp.

Omari loved the fact that her chest was large. He had a thing for large girls though his track record would say different. It was something about their softness and tenderness that made him love to lay upon them. That and during sex there was more to grab onto.

King slowly felt the stress of the day fade away as if Maya's fingers were gently coaxing them out of his head. The line on his forehead creased as he thought about his encounter with Quinn. Surely that hadn't been a coincident. For goodness sake she had been parked in his driveway. Though had she anything to do with the people that wanted to take him down?

The man he had killed had obviously wanted to get in his head and even during death his words were still haunting him. He partly the reason why he was in a bad mood. He frowned as he thought about what had transpired at the meeting he had called in his office.

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King massaged his throbbing temple; surveying the room full of men who were heatedly yelling at each other. He had rushed to the trap house and to the meeting room to find his most trusted men sitting around the table as he had asked them to. Donavan and Quincy sat on each side of him.

His head was aching and King could feel a headache coming on.

"Shut up!" He bellowed.

The noise in the room ceased, their eyes were directed to King; cautious of his next moves. King flexed his jaw - running a hand over his hair to ease the tension in his body. He turned towards Donavan giving him a nod.

Donavan stood up, pulling out a small envelope from beneath his seat. King lit up a blunt while Donavan slid three down-faced photo's across the table. Everyone watched silently inched towards the photo's in curiosity.

"What did you find?" King inquired.

Donavan flipped over the picture, "The first one is a worker at one of our traps, Starr." Everyone leaned closer to get a look. She was wearing nothing but a seductive smile on her caked face. King knew her for the trouble she caused around the town. Although a loyal worker, Starr was known for being a heroin addict who put her obsession before the needs of her children.