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  “What happened?” Aldeen cut in.

  “Man, she got to the house and before I could get the door closed she was on her knees pulling my dick out. She sucked my dick, balls, and licked my ass. I was fucked up after that.”

  “Damn, nigga you a lucky muthafucka,” Wise said, leaning over to give Baseem some dap as they cracked up.

  Kayson walked in and a silence fell across the room. They could tell he was all about the business. He walked over to the wet bar, poured himself a glass of mineral water, and sat down. He never drank while discussing business so he could keep a cool head. He didn’t want to miss shit.

  Kayson sat back in his large leather armchair and stared at the wall behind them for a few seconds, which was his practice. He always made them feel like he was trying to read their minds. Kayson broke the silence. “Report.” Everyone knew their order and spoke on their turn. Aldeen was always first.

  “I checked on my Intel and everything is on point. I got a bitch dealing with each one of his top niggas’ that is in charge of the stash spots.”

  Kayson nodded. Then Wise went.

  “The death angels are ready; I got them muthafucka’s on a pussy strike just up in the spot simmering waiting to eat these niggas up.” Kayson gave him the same nod. Baseem spoke.

  “I got all the equipment and ammo. And I have been training those niggas on it every day. We ain’t going to have no problems.”

  Kayson was pleased with what he heard. He again got quiet. If possible, you could see the wheels turning in his head.

  Aldeen broke the silence. “How is Koko doing? Will she be ready?”

  Kayson gave him a look that said nigga, you know not to question my technique. Everybody was quiet as hell except Aldeen; he knew he could ask him whatever he wanted. They were like brothers and would give their life for each other. Kayson looked at him and said with a serious face, “I have got a girl whose pussy is so good if you threw it up in the air it would turn into sunshine.” Sounding like Della Reese in Harlem Nights. They all busted out laughing, everyone except Kayson, who gave just a half-smile.

  “Nah. On the real, she’ll be ready in a few more weeks. I got her out with Benita getting wardrobe and shit tight. I’m hosting our party on Friday after next. We will send her after that nigga Saturday at his usual spot. When KoKo gets a hold of this nigga, he’s not going to have any choice but to lay down and surrender.

  Terrance

  Terrance left his Oakland, California home and headed to the block; it was overdue. While driving and listening to Biggie, he reached in his ashtray and lit a blunt. Inhaling and blowing out smoke to the beat, he figured he’d better stop and get something to eat at the local burger joint. Grooving and bopping his head, he knew once he got out there, he wouldn’t be able to get away. As he pulled in the entrance, he caught something else looking tasty on his right side. He quickly parked his truck, jumped out, and headed in her direction.

  When he got close enough, he said, “Hey Shorty.”

  She turned to look at him and Terrance was thrown back because she reminded him of his mother—beautiful in every sense of the word. Dark brown with light-brown eyes and a perfect smile. Tall and slender with big ass titties and a small waist with a bump in the back that made a nigga want to hit it from the back for days.

  “Shorty? Is that how you address a woman?” She turned back around, bringing her attention back to the person behind the counter. “Let me have a grilled chicken salad and a milk shake.”

  Terrance loved that attitude. “Oh my bad. I didn’t realize that a woman was present. You look like a little girl,” he said and then flashed that sexy smile.

  Star looked at him. Damn, he is fine as hell. But she wasn’t going to let him off that easy. “Yes. I am a woman. A real woman. So when you get your grown man on, then try again.” Again, she turned away.

  Being the player that he was, he recognized the fake tough role then called her bluff. When he saw her food coming, he put a hundred dollar bill on the counter and said, “It’s on me. Give little mama the change.” He turned and walked away.

  She didn’t know what to think then. Damn, I was going to give the cocky brother a chance. No he didn’t just throw a yard at me and walk away. She smiled; she had never been approached like that before. Getting her food and her shake, as well as the change she walked out. When she got outside, she saw him standing there smiling.

  “Was that grown enough?” he said as she approached him.

  Star just wanted to keep on going, but it was something about his smile. “Well, thank you, kind sir. But a sista got her own money.” She put her hand out to give him the change.

  “Well, my mom taught me to be a gentleman.” He closed her hand with his and put it down.

  “Oh, so you're a mama’s boy?”

  “Used to be. My mother got killed when I was five, but she gave me the best of her before she left me.” Immediately, she felt bad about what she said. It also made her no longer reflect on having a mother. “I am sorry to hear that. My mother passed from cancer when I was small as well, so I can relate. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

  “It’s all good, ma. Life deals the cards; all we can do is play our hand.”

  She now felt a connection with this sexy stranger that had just fell onto her path. She wanted to know more about him. They stood at his truck talking for about twenty minutes. They found they had a lot in common. She looked at her watch and said, “Oh my god, I am going to be late for school.”

  “Can a brother call you sometimes?”

  “Sure, I need to see what else is behind that hard exterior.” She took his cell and put her number in it then started to walk away.

  “I never got your name,” Terrance yelled out. She turned and said, “Star.” He was thinking, You sure are.

  “I’m Terrance. I'ma hit you later.”

  She gave him that smile. They both got into their cars and drove off. Terrance, for the first time was smitten. He was used to running into hood rats that wanted the money and the dick, but he could tell that this one was different. And he was going to find out just how different she was. When Terrance got to the block, he wasn’t focused on nothing but his money.

  Motive

  It was eleven in the morning. Kayson and KoKo were just waking up. She lay in his arms peaceful and angelic. “I've had you all up in this bed giving you all this good loving and I don't even know your real name or where you live for that matter,” he said, wanting to see if she would reveal a little of her hand to him.

  KoKo looked up at him then got quiet. She took a deep breath. “My name is Ce'Asia, nosy, and I live here, remember? Mr. I need you here to train you,” she said, giving him a pretty smile.

  “I like Ce'Asia. That's pretty as hell. Why do you call yourself KoKo? Oh yeah, I live here. You spend the night all the time. It’s a difference. Where do you keep your shit?”

  “Well, first of all, I keep my guns in a small apartment on Park Avenue. If you must know. And if I get an uninvited guest I know where the leak came from. As for my name, my dad gave me that name. My grandmother told me that I was chocolate and had a little patch of hair on top of my head that my mom would put powder on to keep me cool because I was always hot. So he started to call me his little cup of KoKo and it stuck.”

  KoKo got quiet and slid into the little shell she went into whenever she had to talk about her parents.

  “If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your father?” Kayson asked. She remained quiet, wondering if she should reveal her whole hand to Kayson. Then she thought she had the upper hand with all the shit she had on him so she decided to tell him.

  “Did you have sisters and brothers?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Were you and your dad close?”

  “I don’t remember him. All I know is that my dad's name is Malik. He was killed by some greasy ass nigga, who until the day I die is a marked man. This heartless fucka took my mom and my dad, and when I f
ind his ass, he will spend the time from introduction to death in agonizing pain.”

  Kayson was thrown off. He hadn't expected her to reveal all that, but he was glad she did. He had done his research and her story checked out. Plus, he was falling for her and wanted her to trust him and be able to trust her. “Well, don't worry, baby, because now that nigga got two killahs on his ass, and if I find him first, he will pray that you found him instead of me.” Then he leaned over, kissed her forehead, and held her tight. His thoughts reflected to this guy he knew named Malik and wondered if it was the same one. But damn what would be the odds of him ending up lying next to his daughter. He needed to go see his mother and he was taking her with him.

  “I want you to go somewhere with me today.”

  “Okay. Where?”

  “I want you to meet my mom.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, she cool as hell and I need to know if you up to par. I would hate to have to get rid of all this good lovin’.”

  “Shut up. You know good and well no bitch you ever been with take dick as good as I do. I see your toes all curled up when a bitch is doing her thang.”

  Kayson started cracking up. “Oh, you got jokes. I don't know how you can see all that with your eyes closed, yelling ‘Kayson stop’.”

  “Oh, that's the game. Remember you said paint the illusion?” Then she got off the bed. Kayson laughed again as he watched her walk naked to the bathroom. He made a mental note to make her take that back. When KoKo got to the bathroom door, she turned and said, “Come make me arch my back.” Kayson's dick hardened.

  “You have to make my toes curl first,” he said. KoKo gave him that smile and said, “Well, come on, let’s not keep momma waiting.”

  Kayson jumped up and true to his word made, KoKo take back everything she said, and oh yeah, that back was arched and the words “Kayson stop” was music to his ears.

  Later, as they rode in the car, KoKo was quietly thinking about what she had told Kayson earlier about her parents. She always tried to keep those feelings under control. However, him bringing them up only put them right back into focus.

  When Kayson pulled up to his mother’s brownstone, he grabbed her hand and said, “Relax. My mom is good people.” KoKo looked at him then opened her door. Kayson went to the trunk to get the bags. He always made it his business to bring his mother something. He took KoKo by the hand, pulling her from the car. They walked up the stairs and he opened the door with his key. As he walked in, his mom stood at the big bay window watering her plants.

  “Hey sexy lady,” he said as he came into the room. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. KoKo stood in the doorway watching the whole exchange.

  “Hey yourself.” She pinched Kayson's cheek and looked him up and down. “Are you eating?”

  “Yes ma'am. I eat. Are you eating and taking your medicine?”

  “Yes, I am,” she said in her ‘don't start’ voice. His mom had breast cancer and she had come out of remission twice.

  Kayson was always worried about her. He had hired a nurse, a chef, and a maid that came and took care of everything for her.

  “Well, who is this lovely young lady? Is this the infamous Miss KoKo?” She walked toward her.

  “I don’t know about infamous, but you can call me Ce'Asia.” Koko met her in the middle of the room.

  Kayson watched their first meet and he could not help but see the look his mother had in her eyes when KoKo said her name was Ce'Asia. Monique ran her hands down KoKo's face and looked her up and down like she had been waiting for her. She took her in her arms and held her tight. KoKo gave in to the embrace and closed her eyes. She hadn’t had a woman hug her with such love since before her grandmother died.

  When they released each other, Monique had a tear in her eye. KoKo was shocked at the emotion this woman she had never met was showing her. Then she asked, “Is everything okay?”

  Monique smiled. “You are so beautiful and I’ve always wanted a daughter. The things Kayson told me about you just overwhelmed me, I guess. Come on in and sit down. Kayson, go get her something to drink,” she said.

  Puzzled, Kayson went into the kitchen. When he returned, his mother was gone and KoKo was sitting there alone.

  “Where did my mother go?” he asked as he passed her a soda.

  “She said she had to get her medicine.” KoKo felt a little awkward after their exchange.

  “Oh, I'll be right back,” Kayson said and went upstairs. His mother was sitting on the bed holding her hands together and rocking back and forth.

  “Ma, what’s the matter?” he said as he went to kneel at her feet.

  “That's her. That's Malik's daughter.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I'm sure. I suspected it when you said KoKo, but when she said her real name, I knew it, plus she looks just like him.” Kayson took a minute to reflect. It took him back to when he was five years old and his dad's friend would bring his mom money every Thursday and the little baby he brought with him a few times. Then he thought about the night he didn’t show up, but two other guys did and handed his mother a white envelope and then she started crying. He never saw Malik again.

  “Look Ma, let’s keep this shit under wraps for right now until I can pull this shit together. She is going through some shit right now and I need her to be on point.”

  “Okay son, but don’t let secrets ruin your life like I did.” She put her hands on his face.

  “I won’t.” He kissed her hands and they went back downstairs.

  When they returned, KoKo was looking at pictures of Kayson when he was little. “I thought I was going to have to come up and get y'all,” she said as she turned to them.

  “I’m sorry, sweetie pie. Sometimes all this medication gets me all emotional. I needed a minute.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “Come sit down with us and eat. You also look like you ain’t had a meal in days. Child, you thin as a rail.” She took KoKo by the hand and led her to the kitchen.

  KoKo took the opportunity to blame her weight on Kayson. “Your son doesn't feed me. He just makes me work.”

  “Is that right?” his mother asked.

  KoKo smiled. She now knew where he got that.

  Kayson's mother brought dishes to set the table. “Well, I'll tell you something. My son is a one-track kind of man like his father. See, they are the type of men that are hung like a Shetland pony, so they think as long as they can keep you screaming, you got all the meat you need. However, I keep telling the boy you have to nourish the mind, body, and soul.”

  KoKo's mouth was on the floor.

  Kayson shrugged his shoulders and said, “What can I say? I told you she was real.”

  They sat down, ate, and talked. Monique was mesmerized. KoKo had grown to be so beautiful, and the fact that she ended up in her son’s arms blew her mind.

  As the evening closed, she hugged KoKo and made her promise that she would come back soon. She told her that she could even come without him. KoKo laughed and promised she would. Fifteen minutes later, she and Kayson got in the car and headed to see one of their connects.

  “Your mother is so nice and the shit that comes out her mouth needs to be on Def Comedy Jam. She is funny as hell.”

  “Yeah, I know. I just pray she can pull through all this and get back to herself.” He got quiet. Seeing his mother only fueled his fire to kill Raul. His head would be the ultimate gift and he was hell bent on making sure it was the next one he gave her.

  KoKo had not seen him like this before. Kayson was running all his plans repeatedly in his head. Then he said, “KoKo, its killing season.”

  She looked at him and smiled.

  Chapter 15

  Aldeen

  A week later, Aldeen, Wise, and Baseem were to meet Kayson at one of their meeting spots to go over a few plans. Aldeen was Kayson’s best friend since seventh grade. When they were fifteen, they got close after Aldeen killed his stepfather for
beating his mother.

  One night Aldeen came home and saw his stepfather, Russell, standing over his mother kicking her in the ribs and cursing her out. “Didn’t I tell your ass you couldn’t leave this house?” he shouted.

  His mother crawled into a ball and pleaded for her life. Aldeen slid into the kitchen and got a butcher knife. He ran at Russell with all his might, stabbing him repeatedly in the back, puncturing his lung. Russell swung around out of breath as blood came out the side of his mouth. Aldeen didn’t back down. He gritted his teeth and said, “Let’s rock, muthafucka.” Russell lunged at him and was met with the fate of Aldeen’s knife. He stabbed him deep then pulled it up making sure to rip whatever it touched. Russell fell to his knees and Aldeen watched as he perished.