The King Of The South by Blake Karrington Read Free Book Online

every damn month.” Yessenia said, popping gum.
    King could hear music blaring in the background, and females laughing and cursing.
    “Bitches, ya’ll need to quit that damn cussing. My baby down the hall sleeping. Turn that damn music down!” Yessenia yelled.
    “You gon’ tell us to stop cursing, but you cussing,” a woman said.
    “Jan, go sit your big ass down.” Yessenia said, laughing.
    “Yessenia, what do you want? I got things to do.”
    Yessenia was annoying as hell. She had an identical twin sister who was away in law school, and they couldn’t be more different. Her sister, Yasmine, was a good girl who wanted to have a family, career, and live peacefully. Yessenia had the same intellectual capacity as Yasmine, but she preferred to apply her skills to doing nothing. She was smart, quick witted, and definitely, a chick you would want to have on your team, if she wasn’t so lazy. She had tried to be there with King on his moves, but after his father passed away, King and the streets became closer lovers than he and Yessenia. His absence and her constant nagging and lack of motivation to get a job destroyed their romantic feelings for each other.
    King continued to pay for the condo that Yessenia and his daughter lived in, and he made sure that the rent, utility and medical bills were covered. He never put money in Yessenia’s hands if he could help it. Giving her money meant the lights would be cut off, because she would spend the money on the latest kicks and fresh hairstyle. Truth be told, his main reason for keeping her up, outside of his daughter, was that he didn’t want her fucking around with a bunch of niggas to get money.
    King knew that many niggas in the streets would fuck with her just to dog her out so they could run around town bragging about how they had banged King’s baby momma out. He couldn’t have that on his name. Also, for as much as Yessenia didn’t want to get her own, King had to admit she was a loving mother, and for all her laziness, she made sure their daughter was book smart and well mannered.
    Although she was commendable as a mother, housekeeping was not her strong suit. Walking into the condo, a person would have to run an obstacle course just to navigate through the living room. She would just place dishes in the sink, as opposed to loading the dishwasher, and the bathroom was something that made King’s stomach burn when he thought of it. He couldn’t stand knowing that his little girl was living in clutter and mess, so he made sure that maid service stopped by the condo once a week. He was mortified when one of the women from the cleaning service, who attended the same church as his mother, made it her business to call Yogi and tell her how filthy Yessenia’s house was. His mother wasted no time calling him and giving him an earful about her embarrassment from having the church members gossiping about the horrible condition of where her only grandchild lived.
    “What bill you need to pay, Ye? I pay all the bills, and if the baby needs shoes, I will stop by and get her to take her shopping.” King said, trying to hold his temper.
    “King, you not getting her. I hear you got some issues with Red, and I don’t want my baby getting shot while you out there running around like you stupid. So, no, you can’t get her.”
    King was quiet for a moment. He needed to count to ten in order to calm down. No way would anyone ever keep him from his daughter. If it wasn’t for Yessenia being his baby mama, he would put her face through a wall for saying some crazy shit like that. But in reality, although what she said had pissed him off, it was the truth. Maybe right now wasn’t a good time.
    “What do you know about my business? If she needs something, then drop her off at my mama’s and she will take her shopping. The next time I tell you I want to see her, there ain’t going to be no discussion. You got that?” King said, walking out onto his balcony. The phone was