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  Kayson entered the bathroom and was immediately appalled by the sight of this nigga laid up in the tub butt ass naked. This nigga got pussy on deck and fucking himself. Kayson leaned up against the sink and began tapping his gun on the edge of the counter. Mano opened his eyes. Taken totally by surprise, he jumped and grabbed the edge of the tub in an effort to get out. Kayson pointed the gun at him and said very casual, “Don’t get up on my account.” He pulled his hoodie back exposing his face. It was then that Mano realized who the young gunman was and the flash of events played in his mind like an on screen movie.

  Earlier that night, Rabb and his crew had taken Kayson to a strip club to celebrate his birthday. Rabb had done it big. He rented out three VIP booths and had the baddest bitches working the rooms. All night, bottles of expensive champagne and dark liquor were there for the taking, and they were drinking that shit like it was water. Rabb had Kayson sat in a chair in the middle of the room while several dancers were all over him. Kayson wasn’t even fazed. He kept a half-smile and even less participation.

  “Go ahead little nigga. It’s your party, grab some of that ass.” His uncle’s boy, J-Bone yelled. out.

  “Little nigga you act like pussy don’t excite you.” His uncle’s boy, Kev yelled out then rained dollar bills all over the strippers. Kayson thought, y’all niggas is silly as hell letting bitches take your money and you ain’t get shit but a fucking lap dance. Kayson had been sitting there watching all the niggas go wild over these bitches. All he could do was take note seeing the power these bitches had, thinking pussy brings a nigga into the world and then can take a muthafucka out.

  He gazed over the crowd and spotted some of his competition. While everybody else was there to play, he was there to work; taking note of all their weaknesses. As Nikki danced in front of him, he used her body as a shield to look over at Mano’s table. This nigga ran Crown Heights and he wanted it. He watched as Mano’s crew was fucked up and threw money around like they had a fucking printing press in the back. Kayson realized that pussy had power and if the pussy was powerful enough, he could use it to bring these muthafuckas to their knees.

  “Go dance for him, I have to do something,” Kayson told Nikki as he got up from his seat and led her toward J-bone. Nikki reluctantly went; she had her orders to turn him out and wanted to make that money. Kayson got up and went to sit in the booth next to Rabb.

  “You having fun, nephew,” he said in a drunken slur trying to shout over the music.

  “I’m good,” Kayson said, nodding his head. Kayson wasn’t concerned with these bitches shaking their ass. He was on a mission and with Mano in his crosshairs; he was getting ready to make his next move. Within minutes, he got up to go to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” he said and moved through the crowd. As he got closer to the bathroom, he noticed Mano coming his way. He had his arms around two females, laughing and talking loud. He met eyes with Kayson and his smile dropped.

  “What’s up, little nigga? You been watching me all night.”

  Kayson didn’t respond. He kept his eyes locked on Mano. They were now in a stare off. Mano was getting frustrated that he wasn’t even fazing this young boy. Taking his arms from around the two women, Mano got closer to Kayson. “Damn nigga, you act like you wanna give me some pussy.” Kayson didn’t blink. Mano’s boys were moving toward him and Kayson. At the same time, Rabb looked up and noticed the exchange.

  “Oh shit. Move!” he yelled at Nikki, pushing her aside. Rabb moved swiftly through the crowd with his boys on his heels. When he got to where they were standing, he quickly threw his arm around Kayson’s neck. “Ho, ho, ho. What’s going on?” he asked, trying to bring some calm to the situation.

  “Ain’t nothin. Just trying to pay tribute to a fan,” he said, still not breaking eye contact.

  “This is my nephew, Kayson, it’s his birthday. We just gettin' a little celebration in. He was probably just checking out all those fine ass females in your corner,” he said, tugging at Kayson’s neck in an effort to get him to calm down. All that went up in smoke when Mano pulled a move that was disrespectful to the highest order.

  “You better be lucky you’re my man’s nephew. Go buy yourself some ass or something.” He reached in his pocket, pulled out a wad of twenties, and smacked Kayson in the face with them. The money flew all over him and rained to the floor at the same time. Heated, Kayson reached for his gat, ready to blow the whole fucking building up. Niggas from both sides moved in.

  “It’s all good; we came here to have a good time,” Rabb said as he grabbed Kayson and pulled him toward the bathroom. He gave Jay the eye to dead that shit.

  “Chill, Kayson, he’s just drunk. Let that shit go. Let’s go back out there and enjoy the rest of the night.” He patted him on the chest. “It’s all about you tonight.” It damn sure was and Mano had just paid for it with his life.

  So there they were, face to face again and this time, Mano was ready to shit himself. “What the fuck you want?”

  “I thought I would take your advice.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I bought some ass. Was it good?” Kayson asked with a smirk on his face. He had paid his girl, Tomeka to keep that nigga on ice.

  Mano sat thinking of his next move, but the shit was looking grim. “This is what is going to happen. I want the Heights. And I need you to make it happen.” Kayson reached into his pocket, pulled out a burner, and dialed his boy, Aldeen.

  “What the fuck you talking about?” Mano asked as fear set into his soul. He was sweating and breathing heavy.

  Kayson locked one in the chamber, pointed the gun at Mano’s now shriveled dick and said, “Your brother is Steve, right?” Fear came over Mano’s face. “Yo, put that nigga on the phone.” Kayson hit the speaker button as Steve yelled out in excruciating pain,

  “Ahhhhh. Okay. Okay.” Aldeen had him hog-tied and was beating him in the head with the butt of a gun.

  “Nigga, you better not hurt my brother.” Mano tried to assert himself.

  “Hit that nigga again,” Kayson ordered into the phone.

  Mano could hear his brother yelling in agony. “All right, little nigga. I’ll give you what you want. Just spare my brother,” he pleaded.

  “I’m going to hang up and I want you to call your supplier and let him know you have a new man in charge. Then set up a meeting. Then all of this will be over in a matter of minutes.” Kayson looked at his watch.

  Mano took a deep breath. “A’ight. When will my brother be let go.”

  “As soon as you handle your business. But if we don’t call that crazy nigga back in five minutes, your brother is a dead man,” Kayson responded. He threw the phone at Mano and he caught it in his hands barely missing the water. Mano made the phone call, set up the meeting, and then threw the phone back at Kayson.

  “Make your call,” he said.

  As Kayson caught the phone, he chuckled then got serious. “Nigga, you ain’t in no position to make no fucking demands.” He dialed Aldeen and said, “Finish him.” Then pulled his gun up and prepared to take Mano’s life.

  Mano held his arms out in front of him. “Man, don’t shoot!” he begged. “I ain’t going to be a problem. You can walk out of here with everything you want. Please man, don’t do it.” He was almost in tears.

  Kayson stood without taking his gun off of Mano, and then he squeezed letting off three shots; one to the stomach, chest, and head. “Punk muthafucka,” he spat, turning to walk out of the bathroom.

  He and Tomeka quickly opened and spread an ounce of coke on the table and floor along with the money he threw at Kayson earlier. Tomeka was dressed in the bulky clothes that Mano wore. She pulled the baseball cap down over her short haircut and threw on some shades. They walked out the room and she jumped on the elevator while Kayson took the stairs. Kayson smiled, knowing he was about to become the king of the Heights.

  Chapter 8

  Back to Business

  Kayson came back to the room pulling his h
oodie over his head. Dominique rose from her pillow and immediately spotted the gun tucked in his waist. He placed it on the dresser and threw the bag on the chair in the corner. As he stepped out his sweat pants, he said, “Did you keep it wet for me?”

  Dominique smiled and said with a little hesitation in her voice, “I didn’t think you wanted it. You left me here all alone.”

  “I had some business to take care of. But don’t worry I’ll make it up to you,” he said, standing next to the bed—dick about to bust out of his boxers.

  “You better,” she said, sitting up and pulling at the sides of his boxers until they were around his ankles.

  He stepped out of them, grabbed a magnum, and handed it to her. “Put this on the enforcer,” he said in a sexy voice. She slid the condom down slowly and he watched her little hands handle his big dick.

  “I hope you ain’t got shit to do because I’m getting ready to get up in this pussy and act a fool.”

  Dominique looked at him. “Treat it like it’s yours.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, after tonight it will be.” He leaned in and kissed her lips, sucking on her tongue and making the pussy soaking wet. He then slid in with ease.

  “Ooohhh . . . ahhhhhh . . .” Dominique was trying to adjust to his size. Kayson picked up speed and was hitting every wall she had.

  “Kaaaayyyy.”

  He didn’t respond, he kept on hitting it good and steady. When he felt the urge to cum, he pulled out and went back to sucking on her clit. Once she came, he slid back in and rode her orgasm. Dominique was on fire. Gripping her legs, he placed them on his shoulders and went in deeper.

  “Yeessss . . . yeessss . . . aaaahhhhh.”

  She felt another one coming on and so did he, but he wasn’t ready to cum yet, so again he pulled out and placed his face between her legs. Nibbling on her inner thighs, he went back to sucking her clit aggressively and then gently while running his tongue up and down her lips, then back to attacking her clit.

  “I’m cuuuummming . . . ooohhhh . . .” She skeeted all over his face. As her hand grabbed at the sheets, her heart raced. He had just taken her breath away. Then he climbed back in, sucking and licking her neck. “Can I have some more?” he whispered.

  “You can have whatever you want.” She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and began tasting his lips then biting into his flesh. Dominique was sucking that spot under his chin and it was turning him on. He moaned out, “Ssssssss . . . Mmmm.”

  He sped up, placing his mouth over one of her nipples, like he was drinking from it. She held on to him, loving how good he was making her feel. Again, a huge orgasm was approaching. He pulled out and said, “Turn around, let me get some from the back.” She turned around on all fours, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Handle it,” she said. He did just that. Gripping her hips, he went in hard stroking long and fast. Dominique bit into the pillow as a combination of pleasure and pain overtook her body. “What did you want me to do to it?” Kayson was talking shit with confidence.

  “Handle . . . ittt . . .” she responded and then looked back again. “Damn boy . . . you a beast . . .” She moaned loudly.

  “That’s all I needed to know.” Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he stood behind her for leverage. Then he tore that ass up for almost an hour. He was riding and popping her on her ass. She yelled, “Yessss . . . fuck me . . . fuck me.”

  Kayson rode her for a few more minutes until she came again and so did he. He pulled out, snatched off the magnum, and busted all over her ass. She quickly turned around and sucked on the head of his dick, drinking the rest of his seed. Finally, she fell back on the bed, legs shaking and pussy throbbing.

  Kayson lay next to her. “You good, ma?”

  “Uuuummmm . . . yeeesss,” she said, not believing that a sixteen-year-old boy had just fucked the shit out of her.

  As if he could read her mind he said, “Yeah, you thought you were messing with a lamb; you fucked around and ran up in the lion’s den.”

  A smiled formed on Dominique’s mouth. “Yes I did, and you ate my ass up,” she said in a drowsy voice.

  “I aim to please,” Kayson said full of pride.

  A long silence ended their conversation. Kayson glanced at Dominique as she dozed off. Damn shame, can’t even hang with a young boy, he thought.

  He called room service and ordered some wings and two orders of pasta alfredo with shrimp. Then he showered and re-entered the room, admiring his handiwork as he looked her over. Laughing and shaking his head, he poured himself a glass of champagne and two shots of Jack Daniels. He rubbed the small sample of lotion on his body as he stared in the mirror.

  “You heard what she said. Boy, you a beast,” he said, grabbing his dick. He put on the hotel robe, swallowed the shots of Jack, and prepared to settle down. Then a knock came at the door. He grabbed his nine and moved to the door.

  “Who is it?”

  “Room service.” The voice came from the other side of the door.

  He looked out the peek hole to confirm. “Hold on.” Kayson grabbed a hundred dollar bill, slipped the gun in his pocket, and opened the door.

  The young white boy pushed in the cart and looked over at Dominique who was passed out. Kayson looked at the young boy turn red and a smile came across his face.

  “That will be $42.50,” his little squeaky voice bellowed out.

  Kayson handed him the hundred-dollar bill and said, “Keep the change.”

  “Thank you, sir. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” He smiled from ear to ear. With that, he was out the door.

  Kayson looked under the top of each dish. It smelled so good. On the bottom was an extra tray. He opened it and saw a little cake that read: Happy Birthday Nephew. Love Unc. He smiled, closed the lid then walked over to the bed and woke Dominique up so she could eat with him. He sat next to her and patted her arm. She opened her eyes. “Wake up so we can eat this food,” he said. She rolled over, still groggy.

  “I am so sleepy, Kayson,” she said, flashing him a sexy smile.

  “Don’t worry; daddy will rock you back to sleep.”

  All she could do was shake her head. She had not been that sexually satisfied in years and by a young nigga. She got up and joined him. They ate and laughed and then true to his word, he fucked her right back into a coma. They both slept until check out. From that day on, Dominique was hooked on that young dick and willing to do whatever she had to do to get it.

  By the time Kayson was seventeen, he was no longer his uncle’s shadow; he was more like his oracle. Kayson would show on the scene, sit in a corner, and listen to them plan. Once they were done, they would turn to Kayson and ask him what he thought. Then follow it to the letter.

  ****

  Kayson was in the local bar sitting in the back with a hoodie on his head and reading a book called As a Man Thinketh. Three dudes came walking in the bar, but Kayson never looked up. Instead, he became a chameleon so he could listen and observe. They sat down at the bar, ordered a few drinks, and started to run their mouths. The subject at hand was his uncle. All Kayson could think was how bad it was to sit in public and discuss business; especially the demise of a nigga, while totally oblivious of the surroundings.

  Kayson was able to get every one of their names and peg where they were from. They finished their drinks, and then another man came walking in. He spoke, gave them an envelope of money, and said, “It’s all there, handle it and make it quick.” Then he headed back to the door.

  Kayson let thirty seconds pass, then he smoothed passed them and posted himself outside. He watched the man get into his car and mentally noted the license plate and watched him pull off. Once he was gone, he quickly wrote it down. He posted himself across the street on the bus stop like he was waiting on the bus.

  When the other three men came out the bar, he watched each one get into their cars and wrote down each of their plate numbers. He went to work on finding out who they were. Kayson didn’t tell his uncle what had went do
wn; he wanted to make sure he had something first. From the pay phone, he called Dominique who had a friend who worked at the department of motor vehicles and gave her the numbers.

  Within the hour, Dominique gave Kayson the information he needed. Out of the four, only one of their cars was registered to a female. The dude that came out the bar first who had paid the other two lames to put the hit out. That must have been his woman whose name was on the car. That night, Kayson suited up, got his two forty-fives, and he went to the block where his informant told him they hung out. There they were, all three, sitting in front of the corner store engrossed in conversation oblivious to the danger that lay ahead. He slid along the shadow and crept up on them and started blasting, laying them down one by one. The first two died instantly and when he got to the last one, the nigga was pleading for his life. Kayson said in a calm voice, “Where is the money he paid you to kill Rabb?”