Carl Weber's Kingpins by Treasure Hernandez

Author:Treasure Hernandez
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2015-11-12T05:00:00+00:00

Meanwhile, back in the club, all eyes were on Jameel as he made his way back to his VIP section. He didn’t noticed everyone’s stares. Jameel was still trying to wrap his head around running into Kafisa Jackson. Damn! She looks even better than I remembered, he thought to himself. So many memories resurfaced in his mind.

“Nigga!” His homeboy’s shout brought him back to the present.

“What’s good?” Jameel asked his comrade Kamil. He wondered why he had a distorted look on his face.

“What you mean, what’s good?” Kamil questioned. “How you know ole girl?” Kamil was curious not only about how he knew her, but also about their conversation.

Jameel had already jumped to conclusions and answered, “Why? Wassup? You know her dude or something? And let me guess. He some heavy hitter out here in New York.” Jameel’s words came across as dry and sarcastic.

“Bro—,” Kamil began, but Jameel cut him off.

“Before you even say anything, my dude, hear me out.”

Kamil shook his head. “Go ahead, bro.”

“Man, what, you cool with the nigga or something?” Jameel asked, suggesting the obvious. “Last I checked, I was your manz from the sandbox, so what the fuck is up?” Jameel said, taking offense to Kamil shaking his head.

“Bro, relax!” Kamil told him. “You don’t even know who you were talkin’ to!”

“Nigga, fuck you mean, I don’t know who she is?” The irritation could be heard in his tone.

Kamil’s brother, Kamal, approached them and watched as they exchanged words. He just shook his head and laughed, because Kamil had already filled him in on who Kafisa really was. He knew Jameel was clueless about her status in the streets. He didn’t even bother to intervene.

“That’s one of my exes,” Jameel declared, his voice booming. “Nah. Matter of fact,” he said, correcting himself, “that was my motherfuckin’ heart right there.”

Both Kamil’s and Kamal’s jaw dropped to the floor at Jameel’s words.

“That’s crazy!” Those were the few words Kamil could conjure up with a straight face.

“What’s crazy?” Jameel wanted to know what foolery his boys were busting his chops about.

“It’s crazy that your motherfuckin’ heart is one of the biggest fuckin’ drug connects within the five boroughs, and you need a fuckin’ plug so you can get the fuck out of Plainfield and back down South,” Kamil told him.

It was Jameel’s turn to drop his jaw on the floor. He fell back onto the VIP couch. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself. My ex-babe a boss? he wondered. He pulled out the business card Kafisa had given him. He hadn’t looked at it when she first handed it to him, thinking it was just a regular business card with her information. He smiled as he read it to himself. Kafisa Jackson, entrepreneur. We provide quality and excellent service. He smiled wider. Hell yeah, I’ma definitely call you, he thought to himself as he put the card back in his pocket and then sat back. He believed he had a slight edge over everyone.

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