URBAN: Chosen By A Kingpin Read Free Page B

and I laughed while he finished his cigarette.
    “You know what else I heard…” He started.
    “I swear nigga, you are like CNN. I come to you and I catch up with all my news.”
    “That’s right nigga.” He smiled. “Niggas are so cool with me that they give up all of their business.”
    “But I never hear nothing about you.”
    “Because I know when to keep my mouth shut.”
    “And I never hear my business out in the street.”
    “Cuz you my brother and there’s nothing but love between us.”
    “Same here.” I shivered a bit more in the cold. “Tell me what you was going to say so I can get the fuck on. It’s colder than a motherfucker out in this bitch.”
    “Okay. I heard about this party man….”
    “Here you go.” I started laughing and pointing at him. “You and the bullshit man.”
    “What?” He laughed innocently.
    “Come on nigga don’t play. You already know I ain’t partying with your ass no more.”
    Five months ago, I decided to take Black on an offer to go out and party. We used to party all the time when we were younger, but as we got older I usually kept myself married to the business. I am a businessman, legally and illegally. I have many ways of making money so that’s what I like to do. I just never got the point of spending money on an outfit to get to a club. Then later I have to spend money in the club and keep on spending money. It was just too much money leaving my pockets. I was never into that scene, but to each his own.
    Anyway, one day Black told me to stop being an inside nigga and come out to play. I shrugged my shoulders and thought why not. So I bought a new outfit, came out and was having a great time. I remember I was talking to this beautiful woman. She had a nice body. She wasn’t built like Black’s cousin but she was damn near close. She was light brown skin, pretty round face, small boobs, but her ass was kind of big. Of course I had a thing for girls with round asses so I was all in her ear. I don’t even remember what the fuck I was saying, but I do remember looking at Black’s face. Someone was talking to him and was cool. The guy seemed alright but then he said something and even I could read from his body language that what he was saying to Black wasn’t nice. And then it happened.
    For a minute, Black and I caught eyes. We didn't’ say a word to each other. We didn’t even signal each other. We had a whole conversation from a shared fucking look. He told me that he was going to get this nigga and wanted to know if I had his back. I just looked at him like of course I did, but try to tell him that he should keep his cool. But that’s not what the fuck happened. He just picked up a bottle of Dom and hit that nigga over his head. When the fight broke out, I made my way clear over to him pushing people off of him. Me and the rest of his boys were fighting and of course what happens next. Bang! Bang!
    When the shots rang out, people were off running. I saw that it was the friend of the guy that was hit. He was trying to get to his friend and not even shooting, but when he saw me looking at him, he aimed the gun at me. Before he could pull the trigger, Black let out a shot and hit him in his hip. He fell down and Black looked at me.
    “Come on, let’s fucking go!”
    After that I never partied with him again. I never did get that woman’s number. I never saw her again. Sometimes I like to think that I made her up because before any of that happened she was so fucking perfect. She had her own place, she had a decent job, and she had no kids. Now I don’t mind a woman with kids, but it’ getting more rare to find a woman without any. So everything was going great and on top of that she was a freak. Every now and then she would just grab my dick through my jeans. She licked the side of my neck, which made me look at her weird but then she whispered
    “I’m going to let you fuck the shit out of my face later.” And then moments later the guy