URBAN: Chosen By A Kingpin (21 page)

“How about you clock out now and take an L on the rest of the day?”

“You gonna pay me for that?” She winked at him. “Meet me around back in five.”

He pulled out a cigarette and made his way outside. He told the rest of VIP they were welcomed to his bottles. He threw a stack to cover for the bill and waited outside for the bottle service girl. He started to smoke his cigarette. He watched people pass him by and couple walk away in the night. When ten minute passed and she wasn’t there, he pulled out another cigarette.

“Where the fuck is this bitch?” He blew out more smoke.

After he stomped on the fourth cigarette, he called it a loss. Maybe she was held up at work and she couldn't leave. Or maybe she just wasn’t interested. He sucked his teeth. He was not disappointed, but mad he didn’t have a backup plan. He usually had one other female sticking around just in case something happened. But when he saw how the catsuit fit on her, he didn’t think the whole thing out.

“Yo, you know what time it is?” Someone asked behind him .

“Yeah, it’s…” Antwon turned around and was blindsided by a punch. When he stumbled back, he saw the bottle service girl with two guys.

“Are you sure that’s him?”One of the guys asked her.

“Mhmm, he was the guy buying at least four bottles. He even had champagne.” She told him. Antwon looked at her but was punched by the other man again.

“Aight, nigga give it up. We know you got paper.” He punched him yet again. Antwon fell to the ground.

He was shocked. He was being set up. He let a curvy frame distract him. All he had to do was reach for his gun. When the man kicked him again, he managed to reach his for his gun. He pulled out and squeezed the trigger. The bullet missed the man. He walked away as well as the bottle service girl, but the other guy pulled out his gun and shot. The bullet hit Antwon’s leg. The guy got within two feet of him and pressed the gun against his head.

“I knew we should have just stuck you up, but them niggas thought it be easier just to beat it out of you. I hate working with dumb motherfuckers. I’m going to do what I should have done the minute she told us that we had a rich nigga in there.” He looked at Antwon. Antwon was groaning and grabbing his leg wound. He tried to move away but the pain was too intense.

“Goodbye.” He pulled the trigger but the gun jammed. “Fuck!” He yelled. “Lucky motherfucker.” He ran out.

“And that’s what happened.” Antwon finished his story. He gestured for his friend to hand him a drink of water.

“That’s fucked up. I should have never left.”

“Don’t start with that guilty bullshit.” Antwon sighed. “If you knew that I was going to be set up, would you have left?”

“Of course not.”

“Then you have nothing to feel guilty about.”

“I’m going to get this motherfucker.” Lionel promised.

“I feel you on that one. As soon as I get better, we get out there, and get that motherfuker.”

“I’m not waiting that long.”

“Leo, don’t be stupid. If anything pops off now, the police is gonna be all over that shit. We got to wait for some time and then do something about it.”

“Son, if we wait that bottle service girl is going to be gone.”

“Calm down.” Antwon saw the look in Lionel’s eyes. He’d never seen him that mad before.

“I’m not having someone else get shot.”

“I’m not your Uncle Maxwell, Leo. I’m not dead. I made it.”

“But they wanted you dead.” Lionel got up. “I got to go.”

“No!” Antwon screamed at him and his friend turned around. “Son, go cool off.”

“I’m good.”

“Yo, do you realize who you’re talking to? I know you. Go cool off. Go back to Giselle. Just chill out.”

Lionel looked at his friend. He nodded his head. He hated to see him in the hospital bed. It just made his mind wander. The tension and the silence reminded him of being back in that main office. He shook his head. He didn’t have to go back to that place. His friend Antwon was right

“I’m going to be at the Brooklyn Marriott if you need me.” Lionel and Antwon exchanged hands.

“Don’t worry about that bitch ass nigga. When I get out of here, and this thing cools down, you and me gonna put that nigga under the dirt. Don’t go crazy tonight thinking about him.”

“I hear you. Call me if you need me.”

Giselle stared out the window. It had been two hours since Lionel left her. Her heart was racing. She didn’t imagine this night going down like this. When she thought of the night that she would lose her virginity, it would be her wedding night. If it wasn’t her wedding night, the guy would at least stay with her through the end of the night. She picked up her phone. It was just after midnight.

“Where are you Lionel?” She muttered to herself. She went to bed and closed her eyes.

The first thing she smelled were pancakes. For a second she forgot where she was. The strong smell of pancakes, orange juice, and bacon reminded her of home. Was everything she had been going through some long nightmare? Was she finally back home? Was her mother downstairs in the kitchen and her father at the table eating already. She could almost see them. Maybe it was all just something she made up When she opened her eyes, she saw Lionel placing a tray on the bed. No, she was still in Brooklyn.

“What time did you get back?” She asked him.

“I was here a little after 1. When I got upstairs, I saw that you were sleeping, so I went downstairs and added another night. We can leave tomorrow.” He told her. His voice was dry and he was barely looking at her. She could tell that something was wrong but didn’t know how to approach him. So instead, she ate the breakfast. They were both silent. The only thing that could be heard were their forks scraping the plate. After they finished, he called down for room service to clear their plates.

“What happened last night?” She waited for his answer. He just sighed and undressed. She sensed that he was tired and wasn’t in the mood, but she needed answers. “Lionel?”

“Antwon was shot.’

“Oh my God! Is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s fine. It was just his leg.” He sat on the bed. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.”

“ I just want to close my eyes.”

“Okay.”

He turned to the side, away from her. She rubbed his back. He was so tense, but the more she rubbed, he started to relax. She felt his body drop. She turned him over. He looked at her and she kissed his lips softly. When she pulled away, he brought her lips back and kissed her again. He took off the robe she had on. Her skin was still so soft. He kissed her shoulders, then her neck, and then went back to the lips. She let him have his way with her.

He was on top of her, she opened her legs to let him in. He didn’t though. He just kissed her and then bit her lip. She moaned and it made him get even more stiff. He slid his hands in between her legs. She was moist and when he licked the tip of his fingers, she still tasted just as sweet. He did not want to hold back any longer. He entered her slowly. She was still tight, but this time she didn’t flinch. The look in her eyes showed that she was determined. She was going to let him have his way, and that made him want her even more.

He was entering and exiting her at a moderate speed. She dug her nails into his back and nibbled on his ear lobe. He was slamming into her. The sounds of her moisture were getting louder and louder. He was hitting her G- spot and was holding on to the orgasm, when he looked down and saw that her eyes were closed, he kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

“You want me?” He asked her.

“What?”

“Do you want me?” He plunged into her and she shook.

“Yes!” She moaned.

“And do you want me?”

“Fuck…” She climaxed and hugged him tight. “No.” She told him. He stopped and looked at her. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” She confessed.

He started pumping faster and harder. She was screaming and howling. He looked at this beauty. How could he had been so lucky? But the more he thought of everything that was going on, he told himself that this wouldn’t last. He gripped her shoulders and plunged all the way in. He pulled out and exploded against her thighs.

“I want to leave New York City.” She confessed to him later that night. They’d spent the whole day in that hotel room. Every time Giselle suggested to leave, he brushed it off. He didn’t want to deal with the outside world; at least not yet.

“Oh yeah?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I can see how this a great city, but the longer I stay here, I’ll change.”

“You’re afraid of changing?”

“I’m afraid of doing something and not being able to turn back.” She looked at him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Aren’t you always?” He chuckled.

“If I left New York City, will you come with me?”

He looked at Giselle. Her eyes told him that she was serious. He opened his mouth to say no, but when he really thought about it. He wanted to escape. He needed to get away. He knew that everything would only get worse. He wanted a way out.

“I would but it’s not that easy. We can’t just get up and leave. We need money.”

“I have money.”

“What?”

“I never told anyone this, but my parents left me with money. When I turn 18, I’ll get it all.”

“How much is it?”

“Close to a million dollars.” She whispered.

“How close?”

“$800,000.”

Lionel sat up immediately. He knew that she was telling the truth. He could tell by the look on her face.

“Wow.” Was all he managed to get out?

“In about ten months that money will be mine. We can take it and leave this place.” She told him. She was expecting him to turn down her offer. After all, ten months was quite some time to wait.

“Okay, I’m with you.”

“Really?” She smiled and laughed. When he nodded, she hugged him.

“But there is something I have to do first.”

“What is it?”

“I have to kill the person that shot at Antwon.”

Giselle’s heart dropped. She didn’t want to believe it but the sincerity in his voice showed that he wasn’t playing. He’d been thinking about since he left the hospital. He wanted to listen to Antwon’s advice, but the image of his friend laid up, drove him crazy. He couldn’t think of his friend just laying there while the person who shot him was walking this Earth. That thought ran loops in his head. He had to find him and kill him.

“Did you say that you were going to kill someone?”

“This person held a gun to Antwon’s head.”

“But he didn’t!”

“The gun got jammed. This guy ain’t no saint. He’s a killer!”

“And what’s that going to make you?” Giselle shouted. “If you do this, you will be just like him.”

“I got to get out of here.” Lionel got up and started to get dressed. Giselle kept trying to stop him but he moved away.

“Don’t go. Don’t go like this.”

“I’m going to be back by tonight.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

“I’m going to be back by tonight.’ He left and slammed the door behind him.

Giselle looked at the time. It was now ten hours since Lionel left. She tried calling his phone but it went straight to voicemail. He didn’t answer any of his text messages either. She was beyond worried. She saw the hate in his eyes as he left. He wasn’t thinking rationally. What did he think he could do? Was he really going to kill someone? Giselle flashed back to the determined look in his eyes. She knew that he could.

She needed to do something to get her mind off of it. She took a shower, got dressed, and headed out. She just needed to walk once or twice around the neighborhood. The fresh air will help clear her head. Hopefully by the time she came back from the walk Lionel would be back. He would then tell her that he couldn’t go through with it. Maybe she could convince him to leave his drug dealing past behind. They can find crappy paying legitimate jobs. It wouldn't be much, but at least they could last the ten months until she had her money. Maybe they could take some classes or figure out what business they could open up.

“I’ll be right back.” She told the person at the front desk. The woman nodded and she left out the glass doors. The yellow cabs pulled up and she told the drivers that she was going to walk it. The busy Downtown Brooklyn streets were noisy. She turned the corner and found a park. The first bench that she saw she sat down. She closed her eyes and said a prayer. She prayed that God could get Lionel to stop and think about what he was doing. Then she prayed that he got to the hotel safe and they could somehow turn their lives around. She didn’t want them to be victims of the streets.

“Please God, please.” She repeated to herself. A tear rolled down from her eyes. “Please don’t let him do anything stupid.” She prayed again. “Please. I can’t take anymore. You took away my parents, don’t take away Lionel away from me too.” She pleaded. “Please.”

She took out her phone and dialed Lionel’s number but once again it went to voicemail. She felt something in the pit of her stomach. Something was wrong. She could sense it. Lionel would have called her or at least make sure that his phone was on. She sent him a text message.

“Tell me that everything is okay. Call me back as soon as you get this. I’m worried.” She looked at her phone, hoping for a miracle. But nothing happened. She wiped the tears from her eyes and got off of the bench.

She walked to the hotel like a zombie. When the woman at the front desk smiled to her, she didn’t do or say anything. Her feet moved on its own. She called for the elevator and as the door closed, she wanted to cry again. But she shook her body. She had to stop herself from getting carried away. She had to think positively. Isn’t that what she learned after her parents died? Positive thoughts.

She crashed on the bed and turned on the TV. She was going to watch a movie and by the time it was finished, Lionel would either be back or have called her back. She found some romantic film and got lost in it. She forced herself to care about it and pretty soon it worked. She didn’t even think about Lionel, she just watched the movie, and then the movie after that. The second movie finished, but she wasn’t awake to watch the ending. By the time the middle of the movie was on, she had already drifted into sleep.