The Golden Dame: The Irresistible Allure of a Kingpin's Wife by Kingpin

Author:Kingpin [Kingpin]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Urban, United States, One Hour (33-43 Pages), African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00PG3NLU2
Publisher: The KingPin Presents
Published: 2014-11-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

The next morning I decided it was time to hit up Melwheezy, I didn’t have a contact number for him as yet, so I went to his Facebook profile and searched his information, and there it was, his new address and phone number. After actually finding his number, I thought,‘this niggah never saw the importance of keeping contact information and location to yourself, that’s fuck niggah shit right there’, I then proceeded to place the call. The phone rang a couple times, then I heard a hoarse voice in my ear say “Hello, who the fuck this”. “Swiss niggah”, “Fuck, its Swiss this for real, my bad for the way I answered family, what’s up?”

“We need you back here my niggah, you got to ketch the next flight back, we got some work to cook up”.

“Naa, niggah I have decided to follow Jesus”

“Stop with the fuck niggah shit Melwheezy, get yo ass back here ASAP”

“I have decided…”

“Yes, you have decided, I get that, now what’s your decision?”

“---to follow Jesus”, he said it this time while chuckling, so I then realized more than ever that Melwheezy was by all means a fuck niggah.

“I expect you back here by tomorrow night, next flight my niggah.”

“This was all I was really waiting for, a call from the Swiss, I decided to be back when you were”.

“Alright my niggah, a Squadd niggah always know where he is needed”.

After the conversation, I went to the porch and saw a box sitting at the front of the gate in front of my apartment complex. I hopped down to the gate and picked up the box, it had a paper on the top with the words ‘To The Squadd’ printed on it. I opened it, and a picture of Popdawg was within what I could only assume were the ashes that resulted from his body being set on fire. That was all we had left for a ceremony to be held for our blood brother. Ash--- all we had left of our brother. I slowly walked back to the porch and sat on the railing, box in hand. I began reminiscing on our earlier years together, I seem to always be able to vividly recall our experiences growing up in the Southside Region of Demon Blood City, I assume that those that do not live in the US of A may see this place as a land of dreams and opportunities where nothing is impossible, which is a statement I wish weren’t as true as it is, nothing is impossible, nothing good and nothing bad is impossible. Raping of children, isn’t impossible, nor is becoming a successful entrepreneur. Serial killers popping up at random isn’t impossible, nor is becoming a thriving car salesman or telemarketer. I have seen many lives ripped apart by rape and many innocent deaths, simply because a nigga was unable to truly hustle for his own and chose to take that shit out on someone else. Demon Blood city is a cesspool

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