Carl Weber's Kingpins (17 page)

Tippi, on the other hand, felt exactly the same.
Ain't no way I'ma let this nigga stop. He bet' not stop; this shit is feelin' too fuckin' good,
she thought as she continued to bump and grind with King. Before either of them knew it they were once again cumming simultaneously.

“Shit! Here I go again, Tippi! Here I go!” he screamed.

“Me too, baby! Me too! Harder, nigga! Harder!” Tippi screamed as she emphatically felt his dick way up inside of her chest cavity, just like King said she would.
Wow!

Two days after the funerals of Gunna's men, Flamboyant got a call from Prince informing him that they needed some more work.

“It's time, my nigga. Everybody is on their last leg. I'm talkin' 'bout a complete reload.”

“You slippin', dog. Where you at right now?” Flamboyant asked as he checked himself out in the mirror of his bathroom.

“I just made it to the block.”

“A'ight, then, I'll be over there in twenty,” he said and hung up the phone. He stepped out of the bathroom and smiled at Shayla as she sat up in bed. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning,” she replied as she slid out of the bed and stepped into the bathroom. While she was relieving herself she asked, “So, what are your plans for the day?”

“I have a few errands to run real quick. After that I'm free. What 'bout you?”

“I'm meeting Taj at the nail shop at two. Other than that, I don't have anything else planned.”

“I'll hit you when I'm through running around. Maybe we can do lunch or something.”

“Okay,” she said as she started brushing her teeth.

By the time Flamboyant made it to the block Wave and Ken had joined Prince. Flamboyant got out of his 600 and confidently strolled over to his team members. “What it do?”

“Ain't' shit, dog. Waitin' on yo' ass for real,” Wave said as he lit up a blunt.

“Yeah, niggas is out of everything. Shit gon' get back to crackin' in a minute, so we needs to get back on as soon as we can,” said Ken.

“Yeah, I feel you.” Turning toward Prince, Flamboyant frowned and said, “You gots to watch your mouth when you be flappin' on that phone. You have gotten way too comfortable wit' that shit.”

“My bad, dog. I wasn't even payin' that shit any attention for real.”

“I know! You got the ends ready?”

“Yeah. Hold up, I'll be right back,” Prince said as he stepped away from the group to get the money from the trap house.

While he was waiting for Prince to return, Flamboyant told Wave and Ken, “I don t know how long it's going to be exactly, but y'all will be straight within a couple of hours. I already made the call while I was on my way over here.”

“That's cool. 'Em youngstas hit me up and they want a couple of gallons of that water,” said Ken.

“I got a few hits for some X as well as a few pounds of that indo, too. Looks like we're 'bout to be busy than a mothafucka,” Wave said as he inhaled deeply on the potent marijuana he was smoking.

“What up with Gunna? He good?”

“That nigga a'ight. He still trippin' off the fact that we only got a broad after the work we put in. He felt a li'l better when he found out it was that nigga's broad, though. He ain't too much trippin'. He's back to gettin' money as usual.”

Flamboyant shook his head and said, “That's good, real good.”

“You ain't worried 'bout 'em north side niggas tryin' to get back at a nigga? Especially since that nigga lost his bitch? I know if that was me I would have already been over this way tearin' shit up,” Ken said seriously.

“Me too,” added Wave.

“Nah, we good. 'Em niggas ain't gon' make no moves, so stay focused on this money, a'ight?”

“How can you be so sure, Flam?” asked Prince as he rejoined the group with two Louis Vuitton duffel bags full of money in each of his hands.

Flamboyant smiled and said, “Trust me. Now look, I'm 'bout to go make this shit happen. Stay ready and be waitin' on my call. I'll hit y'all up in a li'l bit,” he said as he grabbed the bags from Prince and got inside of his car.

As they watched him leave the block Wave shook his head and said, “I'm still not feelin' that shit with 'em north side niggas, though.”

“Me either,” Ken chimed in.

Prince shrugged and said, “It is what it is. If Flam says we shouldn't trip on 'em niggas then to me it's all good. If they do get outta line then we'll give 'em fools the bidness for real.”

“Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout,” Wave said as he took another long drag of his blunt.

* * *

After dropping the last of the work off to Prince, Flamboyant felt like he'd been working all morning.
And mothafuckas think selling dope is easy. Humph, this shit ain't no fuckin' joke,
he thought as he pulled his car out of Prince's driveway. Now that every one of his team members was restocked, he could play. He grabbed his cell and called Wifey. When Shayla answered the phone he told her, “I'm done doin' me, babe. You ready to get something to eat?”

“Sure. Taj is with me. Is it a'ight if she joins us?”

“Of course. What y'all tryin' to eat?”

“Hold on for a minute while I see what Taj is in the mood for.” Shayla put her phone to her chest and asked Taj, “Girl, what you want to go eat?”

Taj was inside of the dressing room of the Gap trying on a pair of jeans that she knew were way too tight. “It don't matter to me; y'all choose. Shit, a beggar can't be choosy!”

Shayla shook her head as she put the phone back to her ear and said, “It doesn't matter, bae. You choose something.”

“Where y'all at?”

“Quail Springs.”

“A'ight, meet me at the Golden Corral on NW Expressway. I should be there in 'bout twenty.”

“Okay, we're on our way.” When Taj stepped out of the dressing room wearing those extra tight jeans Shayla shook her head. “Uh-uh, you know you need to hurry up and take off those tight-ass jeans.”

Taj laughed and whined, “But, Shay, they make my booty look big.” They both laughed as Taj went back into the dressing room.

* * *

Flamboyant was sitting at a table in the rear of the all-you-can-eat restaurant, talking to Milo on the phone as he waited for Shayla and Taj to arrive. “So, you good, my nigga?”

“Yeah, I'm straight. I'm 'bout to make a run out to Midwest City and take care of some thangs out that way. After that I'm comin' back over here to do me,” said Milo.

“Has everything been cool out that way?”

“Yeah, it's straight.”

“Make sure you keep your eyes open for any of 'em north side niggas. We ain't tryin' to make no noise right now, but we ain't duckin' nothin' either.”

“Oh, fo' sho'. A'ight, dog, I'll holla,” Milo said as he hung up the phone.

Flamboyant smiled when he saw Shayla and Taj enter the restaurant.
Damn, my baby is lookin' good as fuck!
He stood up so they could see him.

Shayla saw him first and led the way toward his table. “Hi, baby,” she said as she gave him a kiss and sat down.

“What's up, Marco?” Taj said as she too took a seat.

“Ladies. So, tell me, how much of the mall did y'all get to buy this mornin'?”

They laughed. “We didn't do too much damage,” Taj said as she sipped a glass of water. “I don't know about y'all, but I'm not even trying to be cute. I'm hungry and I'm about to get my eat on. So y'all can sit and have small talk. I'm about to eat!” Taj got up from the table and made a beeline for the buffet.

Flamboyant and Shayla laughed as they too got up to go fill their plates.

Shayla was piling some Italian meatballs onto her plate when she saw King and Tippi enter the restaurant.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Why in the hell are they here?
Though she remained calm on the outside, she was actually a nervous wreck on the inside.
Why am I trippin'? I haven't done anything wrong.
She looked up from her plate and stole a glance King's way.
Look at his ass. Always got to look so fucking good!

“Damn, girl, you ain't that hungry?” asked Taj once she was seated.

“What makes you say that?” Shayla asked as she started cutting her meatballs into small pieces.

“All you got on your plate is a few of them nasty-looking meatballs and some bread. I know you a lasagna freak. Why didn't you get none of that lasagna they got up there?”

“Are we in a rush? I didn't know there were rules on how to eat when one came to the Golden Corral.”

“Well, excuuuse me!”

Flamboyant started laughing and said, “You two kill me. Y'all be beefin' sometimes like y'all ain't been best friends for years.”

“I don't even pay that girl no mind. She can be too silly sometimes,” Shayla said as she stole another glance in King's direction.

Taj was pulling her fork out of her mouth when she noticed who Shayla had taken a quick peep at. She damn near choked on her food when she saw King and Tippi piling food on their plates at the hot bar.
Oh, shit!
After swallowing her food she said, “I may be silly sometimes but you're the one with the crazy streak.”

“Crazy? Girl, you know you need to quit it. Don't even get me started.”

Amused, Flamboyant shook his head and laughed again. “Excuse me, y'all, but I got to go get me some more of those buttery-ass rolls. Them thangs are good!”

“Bring me back a few, baby,” Shayla said sweetly.

As soon as Flamboyant was out of earshot, Taj said, “Girl, have you lost your mind? You better watch your step. You're playing a little too dangerously.”

“What am I doing? I'm not playing any games. It's not my fault that Trevor and that bitch are here. I don't have any control over that.”

“That may be true, but you ain't got to be sneakin' peeks at his ass, either.”

Shayla smiled and said, “I know, but I couldn't help myself. Look at that fine-ass man. Damn, he's looking good!”

“Um hm, yeah, he's looking real good. As a matter a fact he's looking so good that your man is standing right next to him as we speak.”

Shayla almost choked as she took another look toward King and saw Flamboyant standing right next to King at the hot bar. Each of them was piling food onto their plates. “This is a little too close for comfort,” Shayla said as she stared at the both of them. King raised his head and they locked eyes with one another. He smiled and Shayla quickly dropped her head and whispered to Taj, “Girl, Trevor just saw me staring at his ass. Please tell me that he's not still looking over this way.”

Taj turned her head and locked eyes with Trevor and said, “I wish I could tell you that, girl, but I can't. He's looking at the both of us.”

“What is Marco doing?”

“He's not paying any attention. He's too busy fixing his plate.” Taj watched as King gave her a nod of his head. She returned the gesture and then quickly lowered her head. When she took another peek his way she was relieved to see that he had gone and joined Tippi at their table on the other side of the hot bar. “The coast is clear, girl; he's gone.”

Shayla raised her head and said, “We have to hurry up and get the hell outta this place. I'm a nervous wreck right about now.”

“Why? You ain't done nothing. Or have you?”

Shayla frowned and said, “Of course I haven't done anything. I just don't want to feel uncomfortable when I'm with my man. If Marco picks up on my mood then he's going to ask questions that I don't have answers for.”

Before she could continue, Flamboyant came back to the table and said, “Here you go, babe.” He gave her some of the hot rolls and said, “These things are the bomb for real.” As he ate he couldn't help but notice how the mood seemed to have changed since he left to go get more food. “Is everything a'ight with y'all? Y'all seem spooked or some shit.”

“Spooked? Spooked of what?” Taj asked.

“You're tripping, Marco,” Shayla added as she ate some of her meatballs.

He shrugged it off and continued to get his eat on. While they finished their meal, Shayla couldn't stand the fact that she was letting King indirectly dictate her lunch with her man.
Fuck this shit.
She smiled and asked, “Are you full, baby? Do you want some of that dessert they got over there?”

“I am full, but I could do for a li'l of that vanilla ice cream with some of that caramel sauce they got.”

She smiled and said, “Look at you, just greedy. I'll be right back, boy,” she said as she stood with Taj staring at her as if she'd lost her damned mind. When she made it to the dessert buffet area she made Flamboyant a caramel sundae and a strawberry one for herself.

Just as she was turning to head back to her table King said, “You always did love strawberries.”

Shayla refused to be rattled. She turned and looked at him and said, “Hi, Trevor, how are you today?”

“I'm good. I'd be better if you explained to me why you shook me like you did.”

“Shook you? You're the one who canceled our lunch, not me.” Before he could respond she said, “Look, as you can see this isn't exactly a good time for us to be having this conversation.”

King smiled and asked, “So, that's your dude over there sitting wit' Taj?”

“Duh. Bye, Trevor,” she said as she started to walk away from him.

He reached out and grabbed her lightly by her arm and said, “Call me, Shay. We need to talk.”

She looked at his hand on her arm and said, “We don't have anything to talk about, Trevor. Now please let go of my arm.” He did as she asked him to and watched as she went back and joined her man and Taj. He had a sly grin on his face as he went back and joined Tippi at their table.

After Shayla was back seated Flamboyant asked, “Who was that guy you were talkin' to, babe?”