Coldhearted & Crazy (14 page)

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wastheheadlinein Saturday's morning edition newspaper. It was also the top story on every single television channel in Detroit. All three—Kenya, London, and Fatima—sat almost as still as mummies as they watched report after report flash across the flat screen mounted on the wall.

“This seems like a nightmare. I can't figure it out. How did all of this happen?” Bewildered, London was almost in shock as she shook her head.

Kenya's eyes were close to being swollen shut from all the tears that she had shed, and she was just as confused, losing more than one good friend in the melee.

Fatima, being supportive to the twins, went into the kitchen to get some tea for all of them. Fatima then came back in and turned the television up. It was the top of the hour and the girls were waiting to see if they could get some accurate additional information about what went down at the club that night, since the police were being so hush-hush about the details of the case.

“Good morning. I'm standing in front of Heads Up, known as a notorious popular gentlemen's club, located on the far east side of the city. This location was the backdrop for one of the most senseless, vicious, fatal shootouts in recent times in Detroit. It was inside of this very building, shortly after seven-thirty p.m., that shots rang out. Needless to say pure terror erupted. The callous gunmen fired aimlessly into the crowd, striking several people and causing injuries to others who were trampled by innocent bystanders trying to escape the line of gunfire.” The newscaster was shaking his head. “On the screen we have the pictures of the deceased.”

The girls' eyes continued to be glued to the screen.

“They are, Zack Carter, forty-one, the club owner, Monique Peterson, nineteen, a dancer and mother, Angela Sims, forty, the club manager, Jason Roberts, thirty-nine, who was paroled from prison just hours before the shooting, and Professor Sanford Kincade, forty-three, who taught political science at State University. Another person is listed in critical condition. He is identified as Rasul Hakim Akbar, thirty-five, who is the head of security at Heads Up.”

The reporter's face looked agitated as he continued with the grim accounts of the previous evening. “For several years now people have being trying to get this strip club shut down. Now, with the owner being gunned down inside of his own establishment, some might just get their wish granted. The police are still looking for two or more gunmen. They have no motives as of yet for these murders. Anyone with information is asked to call Homicide. This is Marcus Randal, reporting for channel seven news.”

“Did you see that shit?” Fatima, in the midst of the gloominess that was consuming the room, was falling over laughing.

“Oh my God, yes! I can't believe it. What was his slimy-ass doing down here?” London was still sad, shocked, and visibly shaken because of her uncle's death, but like Fatima she was also full of glee at the news report.

Kenya watched the two of them and finally blurted out, “I don't get it. Can one of you bitches fill me in, please?” Kenya was getting annoyed.

Fatima took the honor, explaining the reason for their amusement. “Kenya, Professor Sanford Kincade. That name doesn't ring a bell to you? Think about it. He teaches at our school!”

All of a sudden Kenya jumped up. “You bullshitting! I know that ain't that coward motherfucker who raped you?”

London was over being ashamed about what had happened to her and used it for her strength. “I guess it's true what they say: God really don't like ugly, does He?”

They all three had a good laugh as they continued to mourn Stone and Raven.

 

 

The twins went to their uncle's funeral. Kenya cried extra hard after listening to the entire backlog of messages that Stone left her. Sadly she realized that he was dead for trying to protect her. Ty even showed up at the services and he and Kenya made their peace. He explained to her that he was trying to get in touch with her so bad because he owed her uncle a favor. Stone had kept some guys in jail from kicking his ass and in return he promised to get his niece to answer her phone.

After seeing her uncle's picture on Zack's wall, Kenya realized they'd known one another years prior. Yet, she didn't know that Zack had also known her parents and Stone blamed him for their deaths. Kenya, feeling some sort of way, didn't attend Zack's or Old Skool's funeral services. She was pissed off at both of them for hiding their true identity from her, even though Old Skool in reality didn't find out who Kenya was until the end. Not that it would do any good or really matter who knew what and when, but it would be like a smack in her uncle's memory to go mourn them.
Fuck him and her!
she thought.
It's all good with me now anyway!
After all Kenya did have that cash that she had gotten from Storm and Deacon in the transaction. It was hers now, all $65,000.

She spent a little bit of the money on Raven's funeral service. Kenya knew that her family didn't have any income. Raven's mother was a junkie and got high every chance she got. The only good thing to come out of Raven's dancing in Heads Up was meeting Young Foy. He had really stepped up to the plate after that fateful night, and took Raven's small son, Jaylin, to live with him. Kenya gave him $5,000 to get on his feet and get a two-bedroom apartment for him and his new son. Young Foy promised her he would be dedicated and get off into his music, showing Jaylin a different way to make money. She also gave her twin $15,000 for school and put the rest in a safety deposit box.

 

 

London and Kenya, knowing it was time for a change and new beginnings, cleaned out Gran's house, putting a lot of stuff in storage. It was hard going through all of their childhood memories, but it was time to try to put the past behind them. The only things left were beds, a dresser, and an old couch.

“The last load is on the truck. Let's go!” Kenya was calling out to her twin sister. “We need to drop this stuff off at the storage trailer and get back. I have a plane to catch!”

Kenya had been talking to Storm every day on the phone since she'd left Dallas. They had truly fallen in love over the phone and Kenya was moving out there to be with him for a while to see how she liked Dallas. She hadn't even had the dick yet and she wanted him. They talked about a lot of stuff, but, for some reason, she didn't tell him she had a sister, let alone a twin. London hated drug dealers, so she chose not to bring it up, ever, but Kenya knew that forever was a long time to keep a secret, especially one as major as that was.

“Okay, sis, here I come.” London was checking for any last-minute boxes that had to be stored before they left.

Fatima had gone back up to school to stay on top of PAID. Since London's speech, the night of the horrible shooting, the little organization was starting to really blow up and spread. A lot of East Coast schools were interested in starting chapters as well as the West. They wanted London to come and speak at their campuses and hopefully motivate their students to make a change and take a stand against illegal drugs and all the woes associated with them.

When the two girls reached the storage bin, London pulled out her set of keys and opened it, so that the guys they had hired could load it up. Kenya, trying her best to avoid any further work, went to the front desk to pay the bill up for an entire year.

“Yes, I'm here to pay the bill on bin 316.” Kenya kept checking her watch. She didn't want to miss her flight.

The desk clerk got out his folder. “Yes, are you London Roberts?”

“No, I'm her sister Kenya. She's around back with the movers. I just want to pay the rental fee up for the year.”

The man was happy to hear that and gave her the computer receipt. “Please sign the account holder's name.”

Kenya signed London's name and put her copy of the receipt in her purse. With that exchange she was out the door.

 

 

“I'm gonna miss you so much. I love you.” London was starting to cry as her sister was about to board the plane to start a new life in a new place.

“You know I'm gonna miss you too. We all we got. I'm not gonna forget that, London, even in Texas.” Kenya hugged her twin tightly.

“I'm proud of you, Kenya. I always have been even though I might not say it much. You're strong and I've always envied and wanted to have that quality.”

Kenya had tears streaming down her face. She was the one always proud of London.

“Give 'em hell out there, Ms. Roberts!” London smiled as Kenya boarded the plane.

“All right, fellas. I gotta be out. My girl is flying in today and I don't want to be late.” Storm was excited as hell that Kenya was finally on her way back to him.

“Take your henpecked-ass on then, nigga!” O.T. was still bent down, rolling the dice as he talked shit to his brother. Deacon and the rest of the guys who were in the back of the Alley Cats shooting dice laughed at O.T., who was clowning as usual.

Storm didn't give a fuck. Nothing could knock him off his square today.

By the time he stopped to pick up some roses and get his car detailed, it was time to pick Kenya up. Storm got inside the terminal hoping to see her face. She looked more gorgeous than he remembered. She had on the suit that he bought her and some sling-back pumps to match. Her hair was hanging down across her shoulders. Kenya, excited as well, ran into his open arms.

“Hey, daddy, I missed you.” She closed her eyes as the two kissed for the very first time. Storm held her close and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She felt her legs getting weak.

“I missed you too, baby.” They both were elated as they went to get her luggage.

“I think we gonna need something like a buggy. I've got eight bags. They made me pay extra for all that shit.” Kenya was going on and on.

Storm couldn't do anything but smile. He was happy that she had a lot of bags. It showed that she really was gonna stay with him and try to make what started off as their long-distance relationship work. “You could have a hundred bags and it wouldn't matter. I'm just glad to have you here—with me.”

Storm had to pay a taxi van to carry all of Kenya's bags to his condo, which was not a problem. When they pulled up, Storm gave her the keys and pointed out the door. “Go ahead and open the door up, sweetheart. I'm gonna help my man with these bags.”

Kenya opened the door to her new life and stepped inside. It smelled just like jasmine and wildflowers. The living room had a huge plasma screen, a few big throw pillows on the floor, and a plant that looked like it hadn't been watered in months. She went toward the kitchen and saw that it was clean. Everything was in its place. It had a long marble countertop and the dining room had a card table and two chairs in it. Before she could go upstairs, Storm stopped her.

“Hey, we got all the bags in the front hall! I know it's empty down here, but up 'til now it's just been me. After you get settled in, you can go get living room and dining room furniture. We probably need new dishes, pots, pans, towels, and whatever else you want or think we need. How about you just make this condo all about you? I want you to be happy. This is our home now. It just needs a woman's touch.”

They started to kiss again. Only this time it was much more intense than at the airport. Kenya could feel Storm's dick getting harder.

“Hold up, baby, I want our first time to be special. I want to take you to that dinner that I promised you. I want you to know that I love you and always will.”

“I love you too, Storm.”

They went out to dinner at Lady Fee's Place, just like he had planned months ago. Tonight would be the night that they had both dreamed of. Any- and everything on the menu was being showcased to the young couple in love. After devouring a fantastic meal, Storm and Kenya were soon almost finished with their desserts. The two had drunk almost the entire bottle of wine as they ate their meals and talked. Kenya took her shoe off, seductively running her foot along the side of his leg. Storm's eyes grew wide when Kenya finally reached the hardness in between his legs.

“Baby, you know you wrong for doing this to a brother out in public.”

Kenya smiled and continued rubbing his manhood with her foot until she felt it damn near ready to bust out through his zipper.

The waitress came to the table, asking the pair of soon-to-be lovers if they needed anything else. Storm, feeling self-conscious, had to readjust himself in the seat so that she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants. “No, thank you, just bring the bill. We're both about ready.” He paid the bill, then left her a nice, fat tip and they were out the door.

“I'm glad to see you act like you have some class and tip like you're supposed to. I hate when guys don't tip.”

Storm held her close and whispered in her ear. “Don't worry about that shit anymore. You're with me now. You're my girl. That means you want for nothing!”

As they made their way home they couldn't keep their hands off each other. From the time they made it through the condo door, it was on. Storm grabbed Kenya and covered her mouth with his. His tongue was moving in and out fast and deep. She held her head back as he seemed to devour her entire neck with light nibbles that were sure to leave passion marks. Storm's hands were exploring her body. Kenya, lightheaded and dizzy, felt his hands roam across her breasts and then squeeze her shoulders, never once removing his tongue from her skin. His dick was rock hard and Kenya could feel it throbbing through his pants as he pressed her body hard against the wall.

“Do you know how bad I want you? Do you understand just how much I need you?”

She could feel his hot breath in her ear as he started to caress her skin softly, sending chills throughout her whole body. A single tear started to fall from Kenya's eye and Storm quickly kissed it off of her face. He kissed both her closed eyes, the tip of her nose and called out her name, both quiet and loud at the same time.

“Let me make love to you.” He took his hand and raised her face to meet his. “Feel this.” Storm placed her hands on his shaft and made her fingers squeeze his dick as if she was massaging it. “This is yours, tonight, tomorrow, and forever. Let me give it to you.”

Kenya could barely catch her breath. Her mind was confused. She had been fucked before, but not once had a man made love to her. The room was spinning and wouldn't slow down. Storm, with the strength of a bull, carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was the only furnished room in the condo, but it was done up right. Not missing a beat, he laid her trembling body across the king-sized bed and started to undress her slowly. Storm, eager to make her totally his, kept his eyes glued on her. It would finally be time for Kenya to be the prey instead of the predator. Storm had gotten her down to her thong and a matching white lace camisole and finally felt the need to speak.

“Damn, baby, you look good as a motherfucker. I gotta have you—forever.”

Kenya watched his every move as he took his belt loose and unzipped his pants. When they dropped to the plush carpet beneath him, she could see his big black dick standing at attention, curving to the side. Kenya tried to resist, but couldn't help herself as she crawled over to the edge of the bed where he was standing, and let her mouth take his dick inside. Storm moaned from pleasure as she took control of him. He heard the sweetest sounds known to man as she slurped and sucked him hard.

Storm instinctively grabbed a handful of Kenya's long hair and twisted it in between his fingers. The head of his pole was pounding. He could feel it easing its way down her throat. As if a porno king state of mind took over, he started fucking her in her mouth hard, so hard that he had to slow down and control himself before he came. Kenya, not complaining about his sudden rough demeanor, was moaning as much as Storm was. He didn't want to cum in her mouth, so he pulled back and took her hands in his. Slowly he pushed her back onto the bed and tore her thongs off, tossing them over his shoulder. Storm went to work and her pussy was full of his tongue. She was filled with love and tried to wiggle free from the grip he had on her hips, but that, of course, only gave him more pleasure.

“Let daddy give you your present!” Storm got on top of her and slowly slid his love inside of her. It filled Kenya's moist, waiting box, hitting all her walls, tickling each spot. Kenya closed her eyes as he made love to and fucked the shit out of her at the same time.

They made love most of the night until they both fell asleep. When they woke up the next morning, it was on again—round two.