Carl Weber's Kingpins by Clifford “Spud” Johnson Read Free Book Online

on them strippa hoes!”
    King laughed. “You already know!” They all started laughing.
    They were interrupted by Keko’s cell phone ringing. “What up, Bolo?”
    â€œDog, didn’t you just have some words with Karlo and Frank?” asked Bolo, one of Keko’s best clients on the northwest side.
    â€œYeah, ’em niggas was tryin’ to get they serve on down the street. What up, though?”
    â€œDog, them niggas over here on Thirty-ninth doin’ the same thang to one of my spots. My nigga Skip just called and told me that he saw you checkin’ them a li’l while ago. So, I wanted to get at you before I got at them, feel me? They can’t be over here fuckin’ wit’ my money, dog.”
    â€œThat’s right. Peep this, don’t even worry about it. I got this for you, my nigga,” Keko said as he got off of the phone. He smiled at King and said, “You’re gonna have to excuse me and Spook; we got some work to put in real quick, dog.”
    â€œWhat’s up?” asked King. After Keko told him what he had just learned about Karlo and Frank, King became infuriated. “’Em niggas think this shit is a game? Come on, I’m rollin’ with y’all,” he snapped.
    Keko shot a sideways glance at Spook and smiled. Spook shook his head from side to side as he followed them out of the back room.
    * * *
    Karlo wasn’t going to let Keko nor King stop him from getting his money. He convinced Frank to ride along with him. They went and got their guns and were prepared for whatever, to do whatever, for their money. In truth, though, Karlo knew he was way out of his league fucking with King, but he couldn’t back down in front of his man, Frank. His pride was about to cause him a whole lot of trouble.
    As soon as King saw Karlo and Frank standing on the corner of Thirty-ninth his anger took complete control over him. He quickly parked his car, jumped out, ran over to where Karlo and Frank were standing, and yelled, “You niggas think you can just say, ‘fuck the King’? What the fuck y’all doin’ over here? Huh? I know you ain’t servin’ shit ’cause you ain’t bought nothin’ from the squad! What the fuck is poppin’, Karlo?”
    Before Karlo could respond, Spook and Keko came by King’s side and stared menacingly at both him and Frank. Keko shook his head sadly at them because he knew without a doubt they were about to die.
    â€œI gave you niggas a heads-up simply because y’all from the north. I told y’all I ain’t got a problem with y’all eatin’ ’round here, but you got to get your work from my peoples. I thought you had more sense than this, Karlo. You too, Frank.”
    â€œCome on wit’ that shit, King. You can’t dictate how a nigga get his money, dog. We men too, nigga; don’t play us like that shit,” said Karlo.
    King inhaled deeply and asked, “So, y’all over here tryin’ to get money, Karlo?”
    â€œWe doin’ us, King. And we gon’ continue to keep doin’ us,” he said defiantly.
    â€œFool, you gon’ take food off of my plate and eat it right in my fuckin’ face? Right after I gave you my rules for the north? You bold, nigga! A dead nigga, too!”
    Before either Karlo or Frank knew what happened to them, King whipped out his 9 mm from the small of his back and shot both of them right between their eyes. “Call your man Bolo and tell him I said to close his spot for the night and to get at me tomorrow so I can give him a blessin’. I’m outta here. I’m ’bout to go get me some ass.”
    Keko started laughing as they casually strolled away from a double homicide.
    * * *
    It was a little after midnight when King pulled his Magnum into Lawanda’s driveway. By the time he made it to her front door she was standing in the doorway looking extremely sexy.