The Face That Launched A Thousand Bullets (The Cartel Publications Presents) (37 page)

Felecia cut her eyes at both of them. It pissed her off that they chose to hide things from her.

“So it’s like that? Now we hidin’ stuff from each other?” Felecia was getting loud and ignorant as usual, and it made Tiara uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry, T.” Yolanda whispered knowing this was all her fault.

She felt Tiara was lucky to have someone care for her as much as Cray did, even if he was a drug dealer. She saw how she went from busted Tiara to a queen in less than a year. Yolanda looked up to Tiara because she felt like she finally made it.

“It’s nothing really. I was just tellin’ Yolanda that I met this dude when I was walkin’ to school earlier today.”

“Why are you walkin’ anyway when you got that Benz out front?” Felecia interrupted.

“Because me and my dad use to walk all the time and when I walk, I think he’s still walking with me. It relaxes me.”

Felecia rolled her eyes. “Go head.”

“That’s pretty much it. He rolled up on me and I thought it was funny because we got the same car. He’s cute and all, but I’m not gonna see again. Even though he claims he’ll be up at my school everyday until he breaks me down.”

“Is that all?” Felecia through her hands up in the air and Yolanda and Tiara looked at each other. “It’s okay to have a lil dick on the side cause best believe, Cray gonna fuck who he want to.”

“I’m not like that.” Tiara advised.

“Well you betta be like that.” Felecia continued. “Cause if you fuckin’ wit a hustler, you best realize and understand, that he’s going to do whatever he wants to you. And if you don’t believe me, in time you’ll see.”

The Kings of 295

Club One, Baltimore Md

Stronger

C
ray and Nyzon wanted to make sure the crew stayed tight. They understood the importance of building camaraderie. Because the more you got along with your partners, the more money flowed. So if they weren’t managing their blocks, they took their top men out of town on shopping sprees or rented private jets to Vegas just because they could.

They were rich, young and dangerous. Now Cray and Nyzon thought it would be a good idea for the Kings to know the cities that before they united in the name of money, they hated.

“Yo, Cray, I don’t know about this man.” Royala stood at his side as he and the rest of the Kings strutted into Club One in Bmore. “I heard about this club music shit and I ain’t feelin’ it.”

“Give it a chance, yo!” Cray patted her on the back. “I ain’t gonna let nobody feel up yo pretty ass.” Jason, Jinx and Vic laughed. “That is unless you want them to.”

“Don’t get fucked up in your hometown, dude!” she giggled stepping inside with the rest of them as the guard escorted them to the VIP section at the top. “I’ll probably pull more bitches than all you niggas put together.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Jinx joked.

“Ny, you straight?” Cray asked as the lights, camera and action overwhelmed him.

He was so drunk off the Hennessy that in his mind he was spinning. Plus Monesha was threatening to tell Cooks, who was right beside him, about their baby if he didn’t give her more money. Giving her more cash he could deal with. He had plenty of it to give. What he worried about was the day when cash would no longer be acceptable. He knew what she really wanted, was him and he wasn’t up for sale.

“That nigga Ny zoned out!” Jinx said pointing at him. “You aigh’t man. I know the B-More vibe may be too much for you to take. DC niggas got to handle this shit in sessions.”

“Naw I’m good. This some wild shit man. I woulda neva thought I’d be in a Bmore club.” He said eyeing a few of the girls.

“You’ll live. We got some of the baddest bitches on the east coast in Bmore.” Cray added.

Cooks and Simon didn’t waste time mixing in until they heard, “
Beat that bitch wit a bat. Beat that bitch wit a bat! Beat that bitch wit a bat!
” the lyrics to an old Bmore club music classic.

Nyzon, Royala, Cooks and Simon looked at the DJ, like he’d lost his fuckin’ mind.

What the fuck is he playin?
They thought.

And just when they thought it couldn’t get any worse they heard,
“Girl don’t waste my time. Cause I wanna fuck tonight!
” Blaring threw the speakers.

When the DC crew looked at their Bmore side of the family, they noticed they were in their element. With drinks in their hands raised in the air, they rocked to the music. It was a good thing they were leaving soon due to the Bmore spots closing early because Ny didn’t think he could take much more of it.

“Yeah!!! The mothafuckin’ Kings of 295 are in the house!” Jason yelled drawing more attention to them. “Ain’t nobody gettin’ money like we gettin’ money! We the richest niggas alive!” The DC crew, grabbed their weapons on their waists just in case somebody got out of line. “Name one nigga in the room who can fuck wit’ us! Just one!” he continued with a drink raised in the air.

“Calm down, yo.” Vic yelled tapping him on his shoulder.

“Fuck that! We run the world! We run the city!”

“Jason, relax.” Cray told him. “You makin’ access noise.”

Everybody looked at him for a second and got mad. Lately he had been grandstanding and bragging about their status. He was the hype man for the Kings even if they didn’t want it.

“Ya’ll a’ight?” Cray laughed directing his attention back at Nyzon and the DC squad. A waiter brought over two bottles of ACE of Spades champagne to the table.

“We cool, but I wanna see what you got to say when we hit up Takoma Station tonight.” Cooks laughed.

“Man I can fit in anywhere.” Cray responded.

“We’ll see about that.” Nyzon joked.

Takoma Station

Washington, DC

The moment the crew walked in deep, all eyes were on them. The sound of Congo’s mixed with familiar R&B hits filled the small club. Everyone was feeling the
Rare Essence
band that was performing.

In the club for only five seconds, Nyzon and their crew gave dap to everyone they fucked with. They were respected. Their reputations proceeded them and with all of the money they had flooding in, they were superstars in their own right. Surprisingly Jinx, Vic, Jason and Cray bopped their heads to the groove. Nyzon was shocked they fit in so well.

“You feelin’ this ain’t you?” Royala asked Cray as she spotted Simple, the girl she kicked it with in the middle of the dance floor.

“It’s a’ight.” Cray said. “But I still like club music.”

“Don’t fake,” Nyzon said. “You all ova this shit!”

“I wanna be all over some pussy,” Cray told him. “If you really know your city, point me to the bitch who can suck dick the best.”

“I’ll do betta than that,” he said. “Yo, Konya! Get over here!”

A thick light skin girl with big titties, a phat ass and big lips walked over to them.

“Can you give my man
The Crucial?
”

She smiled and said, “Anything for you, Ny.”

And just like that, she took Cray to the back of the club and handled her business. Nyzon laughed having realized that he was now partners with a man that at one time, he couldn’t stand. And now that he knew him, he saw they were alike. They both had aspirations and they both had dreams. It no longer mattered what city they hailed from.

As they all spread out around the club, Royala became heated after seeing a dude palming the hell out of Simple’s ass. Simple and Royala were friends with benefits but they worked hard at being sure they never went to the same spot as the other at the same time. Royala was also mad because she claimed she wasn’t into dudes, but here she was playing herself off like a whore.

Cray had gotten taken care of and had rejoined his friends.

“Good look with that chick.” He told Nyzon.

“I knew you’d like that.”

“You had her?”

“Naw. I heard she was too much for me. I knew you could handle her though.”

Nyzon was really saying that he didn’t trust freaks.

“I guess you know me already. But damn, who’s that?” Cray asked pointing to this female in a pair of tight ass jeans on the floor.

Nyzon looked.

“She cute but she ain’t badder than this broad I saw on the way to your house the other day.”

“For real? What she look like?” Cray asked eyeing the female harder. Her camel’s foot shown between her legs like she’d done it on purpose.

Nyzon was just about to give him the full details when he spotted Royala staring hard in Simples’ direction. He knew off the bat it was time to bounce. Royala was feeling that girl more than she wanted to admit it. And if they didn’t leave, she was about to crack the dude’s skull.

“A’ight ya’ll it’s time to roll.” He told the crew.

“I’m just feelin’ the music.” Cray said peeping the shawty he wanted to put in his bed later that night despite having a girl at home.

“Naw let’s leave now.” He nodded in Royala’s direction. When Cray saw where his attention was at he also noticed the evil look in Royala’s eye.

“This ain’t good is it?” Cray asked.

“Fuck no!”

Nyzon knew she’d been drinking all night and wasn’t in her right frame of mind. Cray got everyone together and decided to finish the party at another spot. When everybody was together and ready to leave, they realized they reached Royala minutes too late. She’d already grabbed Simple by her hair and had pulled her to the floor.

“Fuck you doin’ up here huh? I thought I told you to stay in the house?”

“Get off me, Royal!! Get off me!” She yelled trying to get away from Royala’s grasp.

Nyzon and them tried to pull her off of Simple but she was drunk, pissed and strong.

To make matters worse, Royala accidentally hit a tall light skin brown dude in the chest breaking his platinum chain.

Everybody looked on and the band made an announcement about not fighting and how violence was the main reason why DC officials were trying to get GO-GO music banned.

“Sorry ya’ll.” Royala said as they all walked toward the door, Simple at her side.

“Ain’t no thing.” Cray said. “He was bullshittin’ anyway. I been lookin’ for a reason to bust my gun in DC and he wasn’t tryin’ to give it to me. ”

Everybody said their goodbyes and walked to their cars. Nyzon and Cray stayed behind and talked about a few details of the business they had before them the next day.

Cray was in his car when he remembered he had a sack of weed in Nyzon’s car that he wanted to fire up on the way home. So he shut the door and walked toward Nyzon’s car. Nyzon saw him in his rearview mirror so he didn’t pull off. But right before he reached Ny’s car, Cray’s phone rang.

“Speak.” Cray said not recognizing the number.

“Crayland Keon
Mothafuckin’
Bailor!” An unfamiliar voice bellowed from the other end of the phone. Cray stopped in his footsteps.

“Yo who the fuck is this?!”

“Don’t worry bout who the fuck it is. Let’s just say, I got somebody you care about in my custody. And if you don’t call off your dogs, and stay away from our blocks, you’ll never see them alive again.”