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

of jewelry he was going to wear for the day. Conservative he wasn’t; it was all about the shine with him. After a few more minutes of contemplating, he finally decided on his twenty-four-inch diamond and platinum chain with a diamond capital “F” pendent hanging from it. After securing his chain he put on his diamond Aqua Master watch and two heavy-looking diamond pinky rings for each of his pinky fingers. He was definitely bling-blinging.
    Since Toni had restocked his drug supply, Flamboyant felt that it was necessary for him to make some rounds today around the south side of Oklahoma City. Instead of his 600, he decided to drive his boy toy. He climbed inside of his new GMC Denali with the big twenty-four-inch chrome rims and all of the trimmings, everything from TV screens to DVD players, and an extra-loud sound system. He even had an online PC with e-mail capabilities, though no one ever e-mailed him. As he pulled out of his garage he smiled. Flamboyant was in full floss mode today.
    When he pulled onto the block he saw Prince talking to some of the team. He parked his truck and went and joined them. Though he really didn’t care to be seen in any drug area, he knew it was important that he occasionally came through and kicked it with his team. The entire south side of Oklahoma City was his; how would it look if he didn’t show his face to his peoples from time to time? That’s what Prince had drilled inside his head time after time until it finally sank in.
    â€œWhat’s good, my niggas?” Flamboyant asked as he shook hands with Prince and Gunna, the young man standing next to Prince.
    â€œSame old shit, new day, Flam,” Prince responded.
    â€œYeah, just makin’ this paper,” added Gunna.
    â€œI know that’s right. What’s up with Ken? Did he get at them youngstas yet?”
    Prince shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. He hasn’t come through since we got back on.”
    â€œText that nigga and see what’s what.”
    Prince pulled out his cell and sent the text:

    Ken, baby, what it do?
    What’s poppin’, Prince?
    Flam wants to know what’s poppin’ with them young’uns.
    Tell him everything is good. I’ll get at y’all later with the details.
    Fa’ sho’.

    After putting his cell back into his pocket Prince smiled and said, “And the money keeps on rollin’ in.”
    â€œI know that’s right. Okay, what’s up with you and that Del City or Midwest City thang?”
    Prince smiled at Gunna and told Flamboyant, “That’s what me and my mans was just talkin’ ’bout. Tell him, Gunna.”
    â€œI got a cousin who stays out in Midwest City. He gets down with the ya-yo a li’l bit. He told me that if we plugged him proper-like he’d hook us up with some of his homeboys out that way.”
    â€œThat’s cool. What they be spendin’ for a zip out there?”
    â€œâ€™Bout nine an ounce. But the real money will come from the weed and the X pills. ’Em niggas be gone on that shit out there. I got this female who stays on Sycamore over in the Panic Zone. She told me that we could make a killin’ over there ’cause all of the young gangbangin’ niggas over there be shermed the fuck out all of the time.”
    â€œThe Panic Zone?”
    â€œYeah, that what they call they hood on the backside of Midwest City. The Bloods hood is called the Murda One and the Crips turf is the Panic Zone.”
    Flamboyant shook his head and laughed. “That shit is crazy. A’ight, y’all go and make some moves. Keep me posted.”
    Prince smiled and said, “Nigga, you’ll know how good we’re doin’ by how much more work we gon’ be needing.”
    â€œI know that’s right. A’ight, then, I’m outta here. I’m ’bout to go over on the southeast side and holla at Milo. I’ll get at y’all