Carl Weber's Kingpins Read Free Page B

was in the clear when I released my grip, and when he doubled over to cough and soothe his neck with his hands, I reached for his arm, pulling it behind his back.
    â€œPluu . . . please,” he said between coughs and spit foaming from his mouth. “I . . . I’m sorry.”
    So was I. Sorry that I hadn’t done this sooner. I used my overpowering strength to twist his arm and stretch it, tight, eventually breaking it in two places. The loud snaps caused him to yelp in excruciating pain and drop to his knees.
    â€œAhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhh,” he hollered out while holding his limp arm that required immediate attention. His screams had awakened the dead, so I rushed to my car and sped off. I thought about running that muthafucka over, but seeing him in much pain satisfied me enough. Enough to make me wash the serious look off my face for only a few seconds, and smile.

BONES
    Theo, Nate, and I sat at the table smoking blunts, talking shit, and drinking a mixture of alcohols. Alexis was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the food. Their daughter, Brianna, was in her bedroom playing video games with her cousin Jo. YG’s “Who Do You Love?” thumped in the background, and a comedy show was in and out on the TV.
    Nate made a comment about Theo’s whack haircut that made him look even more like a nerd. He patted the top part of his tiny fro, then rubbed his shaved sides. “Stop hating, nigga. It’s not a good look for you. I’ma ignore you, though, and get back to Mr. Bones. I thought you were done breaking bones and necks. That fool must’ve really pissed you the fuck off!”
    I shrugged from across the table, pretending as if it was nothing. “As they say . . . You get in return what you put out. He deserved it.”
    Nate twirled his brown liquids around in a glass. He stood and washed the liquids down his throat, then cleared it. “He lucky you didn’t kill him. I would have done so, and we already know that Bones is weak.”
    I jumped up from my chair and gave Nate a playful pound to his chest. He staggered backward while smiling. I always thought of Ludacris when I saw Nate, and if he’d had Luda’s paper, we’d all be good. I tried to punch him again, but this time he dodged my punch.
    â€œBack the fuck up!” he laughed. “I don’t want you breakin’ shit over here. I was just playing about the weak thing so don’t go scheming on beating me down later.”
    I returned to my seat, then put the bottle of alcohol up to my lips. “That’s what I thought. Rethink that shit, take two aspirin, and holla at me in the morning.”
    Nate laughed again. Pulled up his sagging gray sweats and slid into his Nike sandals. “What in the hell is taking this slow bitch so long?” he whispered. “Did she fall asleep?”
    Looking dope as always with her straight, long hair parted through the middle and resting on her breasts, Alexis came through the swinging door with two plates in her hand. “No, the slow bitch didn’t.”
    One plate was piled high with crispy chicken, the other with mac & cheese. The aroma breezed through the air as she passed by me.
    â€œSmelling good,” I said, eyeing the food as she put it on the table.
    â€œI know, baby. I do smell good, don’t I?” She pursed her lips, shot Nate a dirty look, and then sashayed back into the kitchen.
    â€œBaby?” Nate said. “Who in the fuck is she referring to as her baby?”
    â€œWho cares?” Theo said, snatching up a piece of chicken. “I’m hungry, and this sholl look good to me.”
    I was starving too, but I wanted to wait until Nate and the kids got their food. He still seemed a little irritated, though, and he paced while holding his manhood.
    â€œNigga, don’t trip,” I said. “She didn’t mean nothing by that shit. You know she was just playing.”
    For a