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Even though I was dead tired last night, I couldn’t sleep soundly. I kept dreaming about Jupiter. Her body, her tattoos, her mouth, how fucking pretty she was, and how deadly her attitude could be. She ran through my mind like she paid rent.
I woke up tired as hell and not in the mood to deal with bullshit. It was time to call a lower-level meeting so the hits on the other banks could be discussed. I had the incessant urge to ask Juju for her opinion since she worked at a bank we’d robbed before.
She called us stupid. Said we were sloppy with our execution. I wanted to know how we could tighten up. That would mean bringing her into four kings’ business and I knew for a fact Sumo would lose his shit if I did that. I wanted to avoid stirring the pot. I’d have to go see Juju alone.
Thinking about finding her…wherever the fuck she was, made my dick hard. Everything about her made me hard. I’d only known her for a few weeks and she was already burrowing into my thoughts.
I walked out of my room and smelled blunt smoke in the air mixing with bacon and something sweet like jelly. “What’s good, King. I got Juju’s number for you,” Pretty Boy said, holding up his phone.
“I knew I had the right man on it,” I said, opting for an edible instead of the blunts being passed around. I smoked when I had to but I preferred eating my weed. It was more potent.
“If you wanted her number, why didn’t you just ask? I’m sure she would have bent over for you and everything,” Sumo chuckled. He was relaxed in the corner of the sectional couch in the living room.
Our apartment was modest with four bedrooms, a dining room that held a pool table instead of a dining room table, and a galley kitchen. To anyone on the outside looking in, we looked like four regular guys splitting the rent on 108thSt. off Crenshaw Blvd.
After we pulled off the bank robberies, we could start our money washing businesses and move into different spots. I cared how it looked to anyone digging around us for info. We had to follow a specific action plan.
“Watch your fucking mouth, Sumo. I’m not in the mood for this shit.” My tone belied the chaotic energy swarming around me.
“I’m just saying, King…you said you’re not bringing her in so you can fuck her but you’re asking Pretty Boy to find her number for you? Sounds suspect.”
I walked up to him, standing over his imposing bulk without a shred of fear in my bones. “I’ll pull any info on her that I fucking want. She’s under observation.”
“Since whenhaven’twe pulled phone numbers and social media accounts for observation, Sumo? We do this shit all the time. Why are you giving King flack for it now? Because it’s for Juju?” Pretty Boy’s commentary came unexpectedly. He was usually laid back and quiet. He kept his head on a swivel, observing without calling attention to himself. Whenever he felt the need to speak up, shit was real. Sumo must have been pissing him off too. I was glad. I didn’t want it to look like I was defending Juju because I wanted her.
Don’t you want her?
The voice echoed inside of my mind. I didn’t want her. I wanted tofuckher. There was a distinct difference. I hoped the voice in my head understood that.
“Yeah. Because it’s for her. Because she doesn’t belong. We’re not Legion of Kings and bitches too,” Sumo said, tossing his words over to Pretty Boy, who was sitting at the pool table with his laptop open as usual.
“Okay, shit changes, Sumo. If Jupiter can bring us more money and get us in good with Inglewood PD, I’m here for it. Plus, she came from the same place we did. We’d be fucked up for turning her away,” Pretty Boy said logically.
“We always turn women away,” Sumo retorted.
“We’ve never had any women ask to join though,” I said.
“I think Queen Juju is a good addition,” Truck added, showing a gap-toothed smile.
“Queen Juju. Get the fuck out of here with that stupid shit, Truck. She’s not your sister. Queenie is dead. Get the fucking stars out of your eyes when you talk about that bitch.” Sumo was too harsh with Truck. I noticed it in the way Truck’s brown eyes glazed over. He withdrew.
That’s how Truck handled conflict between brothers. He got quiet. If it had been anyone else, Truck would have broken their teeth. He had anger issues that came in handy when we needed to wreck shit. When it came to the four kings, Truck wasn’t quick to anger. He spared us his fury because we were brothers.
When we were kids, I heard the word autism tossed around a lot when Truck got pulled out of classes or sent home early. Me, Pretty Boy, and Sumo never paid that shit any mind. Truck was our brother. We made fun of him sometimes but that was the nature of siblings. If anyone else made fun of Truck and meant that shit? They’d die.
I would kill anyone for him in a heartbeat.
Hearing Sumo snap at him about Queenie rubbed me the wrong way. It must have had the same effect on Pretty Boy because he was on his feet and in Sumo’s face.
“Why the fuck are you talking like that to Truck about his sister? We need to step outside?”
“Fuck you, Pretty Boy. I’m not fighting you and messing up that face. Your hoes would be distraught.”
I yanked Pretty Boy back from Sumo’s face and shoved him away from the couch. “Y'all need to chill. Sumo, Juju is getting observed. If everything checks out, she’ll be a king. Start wrapping your head around it before I wrap my fucking fist around your mouth. You need to apologize to Truck too because based on how you spoke to him, I need to discipline you.” The room fell eerily silent. I couldn’t remember the last time I had to discipline one of the four kings. It was never good when it happened though.
Discipline happened when a king stepped out of line and went against the four kings directly…or they went against me specifically. Being disciplined involved exactly what it sounded like.
We fought.
