Loyalty Over Royalty (13 page)

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Steve sipped on an ice cold Bud Light Platinum as he sat on the sofa at his childhood friend Dink’s crib. He had Theresa drop him off there on the way back from visiting their brother. He and Dink had been homies since the age of ten. He was one of the few niggas that held Steve down when he was doing his 20 year bid. He hadn’t seen him since he’d been out, so he decided to go pay him a visit.

“So, wassup nigga! You fresher than a muthafucka for a nigga that just got out of the Pen! yo ass back putting in work already nigga?!” Dink praised his home boy, as he was grinding up the sticky strawberry dream he was about to roll between his strong finger tips.

“Nah nigga, I ain’t touching shit yet. I’ma wait a while before I jump into anything. My nephew done set me up real nice so I can lay back for a lil minute. Shit all a nigga really need is a ride for real, but I know that too will come in due time!” Steve replied before sipping from his can of beer.

“Aw yea, I feel you. Well shit at least you straight and yo fam lookin out for you. And you know I got you if you ever need me,” Dink said as he sparked his lighter, running the flame up and down his freshly rolled blunt, making sure it was dry.

“Damn nigga, you rolled that blunt fast as a muthafucka!” Steve chuckled.

“What the fuck you expect nigga? I ain’t no fuckin turtle, I’m a real cheefa! I play no fuckin games when I’m ready to get high!” Dink laughed. He placed the blunt between his lips and sparked it. “So, how you holding up staying at Grams crib? I know shit feel funny since she not there. That’s fucked up she passed right before you were being released. I know you still fucked up because I am. I loved me some Grams, she showed everybody love.” Dink took a mournful breath as he reminisced, inhaling the gas smoke at same time.

“Man, you don’t know the half! They cleaned most of her belongings out of the place, but the bed she died in still there. Sometimes, I just crawl up in that muthafucka and cry. I shouldn’t have told you that cuz you gon think I’m a pussy, but shit, it’s the truth,” he confessed, as he took the rest of his booze to the head, getting every drip before slamming the empty can on the table. Dink gave him a screwed up looked.

“Nigga, that was yo fuckin bird nigga, you suppose to cry! If you didn’t, that’s when I’d think you pussy! Grams loved all us nigga. Even though I wasn’t her nigga, she made me feel like it. She stayed opening up her doors and tryna feed a muthafucka!” Dink hissed. He took another pull from his blunt and tried to pass it Steve.

“Nah nigga, I ain’t fuckin wit that shit.” Steve waved him off. He then got up and headed to the kitchen to grab him another Bud Light Platinum. After retrieving it, he headed back to the sofa.

“Man, what the fuck you doin!? You gon set yo self on fire you dumb muthafucka!” Steve said, as he jumped up and hurriedly put out the small fire that fell from the blunt into his partner’s lap. Dink was so busy laughing at the broads fighting on Love & Hip Hop Atlanta, he didn’t even notice the mini fire that was about to start on top of his pants. He was paralyzed from the waist down, so he couldn’t feel the burning sensation on his legs. Dink had got shot in the back three times a few years back when some niggas came and sprayed up the block he was hustling on. He got hit in the process of trying to run. It still didn’t slow that nigga down though, he was still heavy in the streets, and one of the most handsome chubby niggas that graced the St. Louis streets.

Dink was light brown with beautiful hazel eyes that were complimented with long beautiful eyelashes that curled. He kept his long dread locs neatly styled, and he always kept his lining and goatee crispy. His teeth were perfect and pearly white, and his smile could make a girl cum on herself. On top of all that, he stayed dappered down in designer and his shoe game was crazy.

“Damn nigga, it’s just a lil spark from the tip of the blunt, pipe yo dramatic ass down!” Dink laughed. “You’d be surprised how often that shit happens. I be high as a muthafucka zoned out!” he continued.

“Iight nigga you gon do that shit one day and burn you and the fuckin house the fuck up!” Steve said seriously. Dink’s ass was tripping.

“Awww nigga, shut up! Wit yo sensitive ass! If it’s my time to go, it’s my time to go! You gon cry nigga?!” he said, laughing as he teased his H.B.

“Nah nigga, I ain’t gon shed not a fuckin tear nigga, fuck you!” Steve chuckled. He cracked open his can of beer and began to drink it. After taking a breath, he sat the can on top of the coaster on the coffee table and wiped the foam he felt bubbling from his top lip.

“Aye nigga, I gotta ask you something and I know you gon know the answer,” Steve said, as he scooted to the edge of the couch and looked Dink in the eyes.

“Ight mo, wassup? Shoot!”

“You was the only one that still kept in touch with Lisa after Black died, did they have a son?!”

Dink placed a confused look on his face. “Yea nigga, I thought yak knew that! The lil nigga should be grown as fuck now though. Shit, the nigga got a daughter out here somewhere too by some bitch name Nakitta, she two or three years younger than his son. That nigga Black was a sneaky dirty muthafucka, and his bitch ass use to have the audacity to accuse Lisa of sleeping around and his fuck ass was hiding babies and shit! Shit, they was saying that was part of the reason Lisa overdosed. The bitch Nakitta had supposedly contacted her saying she was sorry but she thought it would be best for the kids to get to know each other. But shit, what’s wrong why you ask?” Dink asked curiously.

“Cuz nigga, I swear on a stack of Bibles, the lil nigga is my nephew right hand man, better yet, my niece’s husband. They got a son together and everything.”

“Word?! What make you think that though?” Dink asked in suspicion; he figured Black’s son would’ve been shipped to an orphanage far away somewhere a long time ago after his mother died.

“Man, have you seen the lil nigga?! He look just like Black and Lisa’s ass; I mean, a spitting image of both,” Steve hissed. He then picked up his beer and took another sip.

“Damn! I ain’t seen the lil nigga since he was about 8 or 9. But shit, you never know, the impossible could sometimes be possible,” Dink said, as he rubbed his fingers in his long full beard thinking about the shit Steve was laying on his mental. “So, what you gon do? How you plan on finding out? You think the nigga know anything about his daddy’s murder?!” He began shooting question after question.

“I don’t know, but it’s something fishy about the lil muthafucka and I smell his funky ass. My gut tellin me I’m one hundred percent accurate, and I’m standing on it. I’ma get to the bottom of this shit though, you can believe that shit!” he seethed, turning the beer can up to his lips with an evil glare in his eyes.

“Yea nigga, you gotta handle that ASAP! Especially if you think he hip on what happened to Black. That lil nigga might be on some revenge shit; you know the apple don’t fall to far from the tree. He might be a sneaky muthafucka like his punk ass daddy!” Dink hissed.

“Mmmhmm…” was all that seeped from Stebo’s mouth. Now that he had all the information he needed, it was time to pit his plan in motion.

Chapter 20 

Three Days Later

Kim laid across her queen sized sleigh bed, as she reminisced on the blissful encounter her and Carmen experienced a few days prior. Carmen swore to her it was her first time going down on a woman but she didn’t believe her one bit. After getting the soul sucked out of her pussy, she paid Kim back double time. Unlike Carmen, Kim had been with several women, but nobody ever made her kitty feel the way Carmen did. Just thinking about it made her clit pound. Kim decided to pick up the phone and text her! She had a sweet tooth, and Carmen’s pussy was the perfect treat to satisfy her cravings.

Kim: Hey baby cakes wyd??
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She figured she wasn’t too busy because Carmen instantly hit right back.

Carmen: Hey bae!! Getting ready for my nieces 14
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birthday party. I was just about to hop in the shower. Wassup wyd?
(send)

Kim’s smile instantly turned into a frown, she just knew she was going to be able to see Carmen and get her a good session in before work.

Kim: A party this early?? It’s only noon! I wanted to see you today. ?????
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(send)

Carmen: Awww boo I’m sorry! And I have to go early because I have to help my sis out with setting some things up. I can come by after the party tho
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(send)

Kim: It will be late I have to close tonight. I probably won’t make it home til about 11 or 11:30.
(send)

Carmen: I’ll make something happen. But I’ll TTYL boopie I gotta hop in this shower I jus got it running lol
(send)

Kim: K. TTYL have fun. I would say tell your nieces happy birthday but they don’t know me yet. Lol
(send)

Kim tossed her phone onto the bed and headed into the bathroom. After taking a tinkle, she walked over to the sink and washed her hands with the orchid apple Bath & Body Works foam hand soap. She then grabbed her Colgate toothbrush and the Crest Pro-Health toothpaste. After wetting the toothbrush and adding the toothpaste, she began to brush her teeth. After brushing her teeth, she grabbed her Ambi face scrub and began to exfoliate her face. After getting her hygiene together, Kim headed to her kitchen. She opened the cabinet and got a bowl, grabbing a spoon from the drawer right after. She reached on top of the refrigerator and grabbed a box of Honey Nut Cheerios then reached inside and snatched the milk. After preparing her bowl of cereal, she walked into her living room and turned on the television after plopping down on the sofa. When her 50 inch Sanyo flat screen TV came on, it was on her favorite TV show, Martin. It was the episode when he won man of the decade and Gina broke out from the avocado mask. Kim instantly began to laugh hysterically.

As she continued to watch and finish up her cereal, she could hear the mailman walk upon her porch and place mail in her mailbox. She got up, went to place her bowl in the sink, and headed to get the mail. When she got it, she noticed a pink slip from Laclede Gas Company. “Shit! I forgot to call and pay this muthafucka!” she cursed herself. She ran into the bedroom and grabbed her phone. She then snatched her Furla bag off of her nightstand and grabbed her wallet out. She then dialed the number to the gas company and waited for a representative. She hated paying through the automated system. After about three minutes, a rep answered.

“Thank You for calling Laclede Gas my name is Destiny; how may I help you!?” she chirped.

“Hi, I would like to pay my bill!” Kim replied.

“Okay! I will be happy to assist you with that. Can I have the account number and the full name on the account?”

“Yes! Account number 956349900 and my name is Rasheeda Kimberly Smalls!”

Chapter 21

“Since we in the club for now, might as well get another round. I know it ain’t nothing in ya cup, so give it here baby let me fill it up, fill it up. Go girl it’s ya birthday, open wide I know ya thirsty! Say Ahhhhhhh let me hear you say Ahhhhhhh! And we don’t but no drinks at the bar, we pop champagne cuz we got that dough let me hear you say Ahhhhhhh! Say Ahhhhhhh!”

The sounds of Trey Songz hit record blasted through the speakers of Kyra and Notorious’ huge back yard. It was the twin’s 14
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birthday party and they had gone all out. Kyra and Carmen had put together one of the biggest Luau parties ever, and the twins had definitely brought damn near half of the city out. Kyra and Carmen decorated the backyard perfectly. They had Tiki stick torches sporadically throughout the yard. They made a cute little colorful Tiki bar, and served all kinds of virgin tropical drinks. They had all sorts of games such as limbo, volleyball, water slides, kick ball, and potato sack racing. They even set a few flammable lily pads on fire and threw them in the in-ground 20×40 swimming pool. To top it off, they hired professional hula dancers.

The girls had on their grass hula skirts and coconut bras, and the boys had on their colorful floral swim trunks. Everyone wore Hawaiian Lei’s around there neck, and some of the girls wore Lei head pieces. The food consisted of grilled jerk chicken, beef, shrimp and pepper skewers, Char Sir Pork, crispy egg rolls, barbecue chicken, and pineapple pizzas along with a tropical fruit salad.

“Yo, yo, yo I wanna give a big happy 14
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birthday shout out to the twins, Za’Keyla and Za’Kayla! Their parents got they party live and direct on Hot 104.1, they brought the city out with this one!” the hottest DJ in St. Louis, DJ Cuddie screamed through the microphone. Notorious had hired him to DJ and broadcast his baby’s party live on the radio. He wanted to make sure they had the best birthday ever.

“Man, you and yo wife really did the damn that with this one!” Stebo complimented as he walked up to Notorious and embraced him.

“I ain’t do shit but hire the DJ! This was all my wife and my sister’s doing, you know they gotta do everything extra big!” Notorious laughed and took a sip of the Remy V.S.O.P he had in his red plastic Dixie cup.

“Shit, well whoever did this shit did they muthafuckn thang! Look at the girls; they having a ball!” Stebo said, chuckling as he pointed over at the twins who were mingling and dancing with their peers.

“That’s all I wanted was to see my babies have a blast. Wait til they see they gifts though Unk!” Notorious said confidently. “They gon lose they mind.” He continued laughing.

“I can’t wait to see. What you get?!”

“You’ll see, be patient!” Notorious replied playfully. The two continued to sip and bob their head to the music as they enjoyed they the party.

Kyra and Carmen stood in the kitchen smoking a blunt filled with Cherry O.G, as they looked out the crystal clear glass patio door. “Man sis, we did that shit!” Kyra said, inhaling a thick cloud of smoke.

“Fuuuuck yea we did! Bruh came through with DJ Cuddie though; I can’t even stunt!” she replied while grabbing the blunt Kyra was passing her way.

“Yea, my baby did come through! I know the twins feel all famous and shit!” Kyra laughed.

“Hell yeah! They already think they the shit! They really gone be fucked up now, ole spoiled brat asses!” Carmen laughed as she passed the blunt back to Kyra.

“Girl bye! Don’t do my babies like baby Shad bad ass ain’t spoiled! Speaking of my nephew, where the fuck him and Whack ass at?! They better be coming!” Kyra spat.

“Girl, now you know they coming! Baby Shad will never miss his favorite and only little cousins’ birthday party! They went to the barbershop and to get them a gift. They should be on the way, if not pulling up,” Carmen confirmed.

“Aw ok, I was about to say!”

“You was about to say what?!” Whack barked playfully, as him and baby Shad strolled in the kitchen coming from the front door, startling them from behind. Kyra and Carmen turned around swiftly.

“Heeeey bruh and nephew! I was just asking Carmen where yawl were!” Kyra said excitedly, as she embraced them.

“Wassup sis, you know we had to make a grand entrance! Where we sit the gifts?” Whack asked, as he embraced his wife right after embracing Kyra. He then gave her a juice peck on the lips.

“It’s a gift table out back bruh; just sit em on there!” Kyra replied, as she grabbed a fruit tray and headed put the patio door.

“Wassup son? Son, yo haircut look nice!” Carmen complimented baby Shad.

“Thanks ma, where the twins?!” he asked, as they were walking out onto the large built on Patio deck.

“Aw shit, son, iono; they out there in that crowd somewhere, go find em boo!” she said, as she jigged to “Ratchet” By Short Da Prince, another one of the city’s hottest DJ/Rap Artist.

“Aye yo we hit em wit that whop, whop wow.

Whop, whop, wow. Wow, wow, whop, whop, wow.

Ole Ratchet ass hoe, Ratchet ass hoe, Ratchet ass hoe, Ole Ratchet ass hoe!”

The whole crowd was hitting their best St. Louis dance. Carmen looked over at Notorious and Whack and laughed as she watched them do their stiff ass mono, mingling trying to dance like the twins, baby Shad, and their friends.

After a few hours of partying, Kyra and Notorious went to the DJ booth and grabbed a microphone. DJ Cuddie cut the music and Kyra proceeded. “Hey yawl! We wanna thank all of you for coming out and celebrating our babies’ birthday with us! Yawl definitely showed up and showed out! I wanna thank DJ Cuddie for hosting live. I wanna thank the photographers for the filming and photos, I wanna thank the caters for the delicious food, and last but definitely not least, I wanna thank my sis and best friend Carmen for helping me decorate and put everything together! At this time, I would like for Keyla and Kayla to head to the top of the patio so that we can bring out the cake and they can open gifts!”

Za’Keyla and Za’Kayla did as they were told. Whack then came out the patio door rolling a huge four layered stacked red velvet cake with white cream cheese cake icing and all sorts of colorful pretty edible Lei flowers on it! Once placed on the table, Kyra requested for the crowd to sing happy birthday. After that, they opened gifts. The twins opened baby Shad’s gift first. It was matching Marc Jacobs hand bags with the matching tennis shoes. Kayla’s were pink and Keyla’s were green. They then opened all of the other gifts that their friends brought, which consisted of money, jewelry, clothes, shoes etc. Notorious and Kyra saved their gifts for last but she decided to let him go first. Notorious handed them his first gift. The twins opened the powder blue boxes and were in awe of the custom made rose gold Tiffany lock and key necklaces; they were beautiful! They noticed engraved numbers and their names on the back but didn’t bother to ask what they meant. Little did they know, the keys were keys to $100,000 each.

Notorious then handed them each a small black bag. After removing the black box from the bag, they noticed a crown symbol on the top. “I know this ain’t what I think it is daddy!” Keyla shouted in excitement. Notorious remained silent with the biggest Kool-Aid smile plastered upon his face. When the twins opened the box and revealed the two matching baby face Rolex watches, they began to jump up and down on Notorious. “Thank you, daddy, thank you!” they sang in unison. Kyra put a devilish grin on her face and spoke into the mic.

“Yea, yea, yea that was cute and all but now it’s time for me to bring out my gift! DJ Cuddie, drop that shit!”

“Bring em out, bring em out, it’s hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth! bring em out, bring em out!”

DJ Cuddie dropped the beginning of T.I and Swiss Beats song “Bring Em Out” as Carmen drove a red 2012 BMW 328i wrapped in a pink bow into the backyard. The twins and Notorious damn near fainted. All of their friends went insane.

“This is you guys’ learning car! Happy Birthday from mommy babies!” Kyra said into the mic proudly. The girls screamed thank you and kissed all over her before running to their brand new ride. Notorious just looked at Kyra smiling as he shook his head. He had to admit, she did the damn thang!

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“What is this and why did I find it in the cup holder of my car, Whack?!” Carmen hissed. She was confronting him about the dope she found in the small glass tube. Whack’s eyes bucked as he looked at it in her hand. He had to think quick.

“I was dropping one of my customers off at the metro link, they had asked for a ride. Let me get that, the nigga shol asked about the shit too,” he thought of a rapid lie.

“Aw okay, tell me something, you had me scared for a minute bae! Had me thinking you was getting yo nose dirty and shit!” she said, as she crawled up into their California King. They had finally made it in from the twins’ birthday.  The party lasted a lot later than expected, so she had to tell Kim she’d see her another day.

“Now, you know all I fuck with is that GAS!!” he said as he grabbed her cradling her in his arms as he began to kiss all over her. He then faced her and looked deep into her eyes. “I Love you punk!” he told her.

“I Love yo too!” She replied.

“Okay now LET’S GET NASTY!” he said playfully and the pounced on her.