Prince of the City (20 page)

“Please, Malik, take me wit' you, man. I promise I won't be a burden. I ain't got nobody but you and Rico. Y'all my only family, man. Please don't leave me in this joint.”

“How am I supposed to take you with me? I just can't say ‘all right, I'm leaving, and Soup's coming with me.'”

“All you gotta do is pick me up from around the corner in Ivy City apartment complex.”

“How are you gonna get there?”

“Easy. You know right before count time, Ms. Wilson goes out front to take her smoke break, and you know the gate be locked, but there's enough room on the side that I can slide my body through the gap.”

“And what if she sees you?” Malik asked, cutting him off.

“Man, you know Ms. Wilson's fat ass can't catch me. All you gotta do is be at Ivy City waiting on me. I guarantee I'll be there.”

Malik took a long look at Soup. As much as he loved this youngster, he couldn't say no. He knew that Soup would end up in a more fucked up spot if he stayed. Also, he could use Soup in his plans to take over Southeast. Soup was from a neighborhood called Third World, and Malik wanted it. “Okay, I'll do it, but one thing.”

“What's that?”

“When you get out, you living with me,” he said with a smile.

Soup was so happy that he jumped on Malik as if he was his big brother. “Thanks, Malik, man. I love you!”

“Yeah, I know.”

At that moment, Rico burst into the room. “Yeah, nigga, I got your lil ass now. Come here, chump!” Rico grabbed Soup and began pounding his legs.

“All right, Rico. You got it, man. C'mon, stop, Rico. You got it!” Soup pleaded, trying to guard his legs.

“Nah, little nigga, say you sorry.” Rico slamed his fist in Soups leg harder.

“Okay, I'm sorry.”

Rico hit him again.

“Ouch! Man, I said I'm sorry,” Soup whined.

“Nah, say you sorry, Uncle Rico.”

“Okay. I'm sorry, Uncle Rico. I'm sorry.”

Malik saw that Rico was hitting Soup in his legs kinda hard, and Soup was on the verge of crying, but his pride wouldn't let him. “Okay Rico, that's enough. I think he learned his lesson,” Malik interrupted.

“A'ight, lil nigga. I'm a let you go, but the next time you get smart wit' me, I'm a put it on you worse than that.”

“I'm sorry, man. Just let me up!” Soup pleaded.

Rico let Soup get up. “Now get outta here!” Rico demanded.

As Soup got up and walked close to the door, he turned and cursed Rico out once again. “Fuck you, you fat, curly headed bitch! You hit like a girl!” Then Soup ran down the hall while Rico and Malik sat back and laughed.

 

Chapter 25

-A QUEEN ON A RISE-

 

Summer 1996 . . .

 

 

ico was home two months before they let Malik out the gate. While he was home, he executed every part of the plan, plus more. Rico was now copping at least two bricks a week from one of Kojack's main lieutenants named Pee-Wee. Rico was serving dime and twenty rocks hand to hand for the first month, and then moved up to serving half ounces until he developed a healthy clientele serving six deuces and eighths of kilos. Rico and Tasha rented a townhouse in Clinton, Maryland, and Rico also rented a condo in Wingate Condominiums for the stash house, which served as his and Malik's new headquarters. Before Rico left, Malik asked him to get a condo at the Wingate and to make sure it was on the tenth floor facing the back parking lot. Rico didn't understand why Malik was so particular about the apartment, but he still managed to get it. Malik had made up his mind that if he was going to take over Southeast, then he was gonna do it the right way, the way his father did, the way it was taught to him, overlooking the Jungle.

* * * * * * *

The day Malik came home, Peaches picked him up from the receiving home in his Mercedes Benz. Although his car was now a year old, it still looked like showroom furniture. Peaches had it detailed at the Auto Garage before picking him up. Malik stepped out of the front door dressed in his gray Hugo Boss sweat suit and tennis shoes. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the request of Peaches, because she wanted to be the first to do his hair.

Outside, as he walked toward his car, Peaches leaned up against the driver's side with the door open, blasting Tupac's song “How Do You Want It.” She was dressed in a thin, tight, Chanel mini dress that fit her body like another layer of skin, and she wore matching lace-up Chanel sandals, exposing her perfectly manicured toes. Peaches looked good. She was a natural dime piece with a head on her shoulders and a troubled past. Malik pulled her into his arms and began kissing her passionately as if she were his queen.

“Hey baby, I missed you,” she said, looking into his eyes.

“I missed you too, Peaches,” he responded, kissing her again.

Peaches felt all over Malik's body. “Damn boy! You have gotten bigger. What you doin'? Lifting weights or something?”

“Nah, boo, just pushups and calisthenics.”

“Well. It looks good on you. Damn, I can't wait to see it all!”

“You look like you been working out too. Is your ass getting phatter or is it the way you're wearing that dress?” Malik asked, patting her on her ass.

“I don't know. Why don't you take me home and find out for yourself,” she replied seductively.

On the drive to Peaches's townhouse, Malik sat in silence, staring at her the whole time, wondering where this would take him and why he felt the way he did. He also wanted to know why Peaches felt the way she did, and why she changed for him.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, turning briefly to look at him.

“Like what?”

“You know, like you got something on your mind.”

“Well, I do.”

“What is it then? Can we talk about it?” she asked, sounding concerned.

“Let me ask you a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why did you change your life around?” he asked seriously.

Peaches pulled the car over and parked on a side street before answering. “I'ma be straight up with you. Like I told you two years ago, I love you, and I mean it. I know you would never let me be your woman if I was still doing what I used to do. I also know that if I changed for the better, it wouldn't be just for you, it would be for me also. Malik, I've had these plans way before I met you. I just fell in love and ask that you be a part of them.”

“So tell me this. Why sell pussy to achieve your goals?”

“Oh, I see what this is about now. You're worried about how niggas gonna look at you if you accept me as your girl. Put it this way, if I was just some pretty ass hood rat bitch fucking niggas for free or for pocket books and shit like that, would it make a difference? No! It's just that I refuse to fuck for a dinner at the Cheesecake Factory or some cheap jeans. Malik, I didn't like what I did at all. I never got any satisfaction from it. I just needed the money so I could finish school and start my own business. I was all alone until I met Linda. My past is as dark as yours, and I want to leave it there. That way it can never harm me. If only you can accept me for who I am and not what I used to be.” Peaches became overwhelmed with telling her story and began to shed tears. “Malik, I love you, and I've done everything in my power to have you accept me. I don't know what else to do.”

Malik wiped Peaches's tears and kissed her forehead. “Baby, you did enough. I accept you. Now stop that crying. I don't need no crybaby. I need a soldier,” he replied with humor.

“Shut up, Malik,” Peaches said, hitting him on his arm.

“If we gonna be together, you gotta be able to handle certain situations. You gotta go the whole nine yards plus more. You gotta be a gangsta's wife, and a whole lot comes with that, you understand?”

“You ain't telling me nothing I don't already know!”

“The reason I'm telling you this is because my own mother took two bullets in the chest for being a gangsta's wife. Now are you willing to take that risk?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“I already did when I told you about Tank and Rock. Can you imagine what they would have done if they caught me eavesdropping on them?”

“Yeah boo, I feel you. Now let's go home. We got some making up to do.”

Peaches smiled and drove out to their new home in Oxon Hill. As Malik and Peaches entered the house, Malik was greeted with balloons and a welcome home sign.

Malik looked at Peaches. “All this for me?” he asked.

Peaches grabbed Malik's hand and led him upstairs to their room. “No, Malik, all of this is yours. This whole house and everything in it.” Peaches unsnapped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her tight, milky smooth body. Her breasts were firm and round while her nipples were erect as a baby's pacifier, waiting to be sucked. The curves in her stomach rippled as if she did sit-ups on a regular basis while her hips and thighs were sculpted like a prized horse.

Peaches turned and posed for Malik. Her ass jiggled as if it were Jell-o. “All this is yours, and you can do whatever you want to it.”

Malik's dick swelled in his pants. He grabbed Peaches and began kissing her passionately, tonguing her mouth. He caressed her breasts and nipples while he kissed her. He then laid her down on the king-sized bed and massaged her whole body. Malik kissed her thighs and ran his hands under her legs until he reached her round ass cheeks. He cupped them, pulled her legs back, and began fingering her pussy while licking her clit like an ice cream cone. He sent chills through her land of pleasure, which she'd been long waiting for. The more he licked and sucked her clit, the deeper his fingers went. He positioned his fingers upward and motioned his index finger as if telling her to come to him. As Peaches's screams began to get louder, Malik knew that he had found her G spot.

“Oh Malik! Oh my God! Malik, what are you doing to me? Malik, I can't take it no more. I'm about to cum, baby! Oh, yes boo. I never felt sooooo good. Damn! Baby, baby, I'm cumming. I'm cumming! Malik, oh yy-eee-sss. Malik Ma . . . lik, ooooooh, baby!” Peaches ran her hands through Malik's hair as her body quivered and shook for about five minutes, letting out the most extensive orgasm she had ever experienced. This was the first time Malik had performed oral sex on Peaches, and it was way more than what she imagined. After a few minutes of letting Peaches get herself together, Malik put one of her legs on his shoulder and spread her pussy, sticking his hard, throbbing dick sideways into her warm, wet center. His first few strokes were slow and long, penetrating every inch of her walls. As her pussy became wet and moist, his rhythm became hard and fast. Malik pounded Peaches until she was drowning in her own moans. Finally, Peaches became speechless as she came all over Malik's dick while tears raced down her cheeks like waterfalls.

“Malik, I love you. Please don't stop.”

Malik pounded her until he couldn't take it anymore. Peaches's pussy was so good that even after he exploded, his dick was still hard. “Damn, your pussy wet as shit!”

“I know, Malik. I can't stop cumming. Even when you pull out, I cum.” She blushed.

“Turn around.”

Peaches got into doggie position, arched her perfectly round ass upward, and spread her cheeks exposing her pussy and asshole to Malik. He slid his dick into her wet pussy and instantly began pounding her pussy while smacking her ass.

“Yes Malik. This your pussy, boo. I'm your bitch for life. That's right. Fuck me till I'm sore. Fuck me, boo.”

Malik took flight at the sound of her voice. The more he pushed his dick into her, the more she pushed her pussy toward him. Both created a rhythm of friction, ecstasy, and eroticism. Her pussy was so wet that her juices were dripping off Malik's nut sack.

“Does it feel good, boo?” Malik asked.

“Yes, baby! Can you please fuck me like this all night?”

“I'm a fuck you like this every night.”

Malik was the king of Peaches's castle while she eagerly became his queen.

After they both exploded together, Malik lay back on the bed while Peaches snuggled under his arm, caressing his chest as they discussed their future.

“So, I guess it's good to say that we're finally a couple?” Malik said, surprising Peaches.

“You made it official the moment I picked you up. And I promise from this day until the day I die, I'll love you and do whatever I gotta do to keep you happy,” Peaches said.

“I feel the same way. It just took me a long time to realize it,” Malik said.

“Why? Was it because you were ashamed of what I did?”

“Nah, I was just scared of what the outcome would be. Like I told you, my mother lost her life being married to the king of Southeast.”

“Well, I'm willing to give my life for the prince of Southeast.”

“And who's the prince?” Malik grinned.

“Come on. If your daddy was the king; then that makes you the prince.”

“Yeah, you're right, but what if he had another child by someone else?”

“There can only be one prince born by the king and queen, and that prince is you.”

“Yeah boo, I'm the prince. Just like my pops used to say,” he proudly announced while looking up at the ceiling.

“Okay then, Mr. Prince. Just tell me when you'll be king, so we can get married and I can claim my spot as queen.”

“Soon boo, real soon.”

Malik smiled as he caressed Peaches. He thought back on the lessons Linda gave him. The one that stood out was: “Trust no one.”

While falling asleep with Peaches, Malik thought of her devotion to him, which also brought Rico to mind because he was just as loyal. Malik fell victim to her sweetness and the bond he formed with Rico. When it came to them both, he felt deep in his heart that their loyalty should never be questioned. He wondered if he was unconsciously breaking one of the major rules Linda gave him as a child. If so, only one entity would know his mistake—God.