Page 22 of Hooked On A California Kingpin

I didn’t care about her being outside with her trout mouth homegirls. Jocelyn brought peace into my life, and I wanted her bad. She rocked baggy gray sweats with a spaghetti strapped shirt. She had on some purple UGG sandals. When she noticed it was me, she smiled widely making me smile. I was so excited, I just wanted to show her my car first.

I got out the car and leaned on the hood waiting for her to approach me. I loved when Jocelyn wore contacts it gave me the perfect view of those big innocent eyes. Her caramel skin held a permanent glow.

“You got a car, Soulful.” She smiled hard and hugged me tightly before I could confirm that it was indeed my car. I hesitated at first. This was the first time I felt her in my arms. She smelled good as fuck and felt like cotton in my arms. I slowly put my arms around her waist and pulled her in close. She was tall like me, just a little shorter so her head stopped at my chin. The wind blew making her sweet smell drift up my nose. I let her go when I felt my dick bricking up. I didn’t want to disrespect her in that way.

“Shit looking up for a nigga.” I smiled.

“I see, this is really dope as heck Soul. I guess I’m riding with you in the mornings and when we get out of school.” I just nodded my head. With the way things was looking, I didn’t know if school would be on my agenda. Then again, I didn’t have a choice because Queen still paid my tuition and wanted me to keep going. I looked at Queen like a big sister, I didn’t want to disappoint her, I actually liked making her proud.

“You got that Jah.” An awkward silence passed, and we just stared at one another. Today, I really stepped out my shell, I never really approached Jocelyn, she always came to me and made it a point to talk to me. I liked that she didn’t diss me like all the other broads did at school. I knew I was a dusty nigga and didn’t have much, so I never defended myself. The goal was to take care of my family, I didn’t give a fuck what others thought of me.

“I went to your class and got you the missing assignments, so it won’t affect your grade.” She smirked as I nodded and just stared at her getting lost in her beauty.

“Why you staring at me like that.” She blushed.

“I like you Jah and I think…” What the fuck was I on? I was about to tell her that I thought I was in love with her. Nah, I’m tripping hard as fuck. I licked my lips and kept my mouth shut.

“You think what Soul?” Feeling nervous, I tucked my hands in my pockets. I didn’t feel like it was the time to step to her. Jocelyn deserved a nigga that was paid, and I wasn’t that. I could barely buy myself a meal and provide. I didn’t know shit about relationships, but I know if I had it like that, I would treat Jocelyn right. I wasn’t some horny teenage nigga. I wasn’t a virgin either. I fucked a couple of older homegirls from from around the way. What was crazy about it was they was all grown as fuck in they mid twenties. All the girls my age wasn’t really feeling me like that. They were superficial and cared about what all a nigga had.

“I just think you beautiful as fuck when I get on and have more money. I want to make you mine.” I was serious as fuck; I couldn’t hold back any longer. “So, you can have fun with that nigga you claim as a boyfriend. Don’t fuck that nigga Jocelyn, I want to be your first and last.” I didn’t give a fuck what her response was. I expected her to pop off, but I was willing to take that to the chin.

“How you know I’m a virgin.” Her eyes went into slits and suddenly my mouth went dry. I couldn’t feel no type of way but damn I could’ve sworn that she was. No rumors went around about her fucking on none of these project niggas. Niggas loved being in her face but that’s as far as it went. Around here, if a nigga fucked on a bitch, they bragged and boasted about it. Jocelyn was pretty as fuck and she hung with other pretty popular girls.

“I’m just messing with you, Soul. To be honest, I think we soulmates.” She giggled shyly and tucked some hair behind her ear. “I’ve liked you for a long time, but I’m not thirsty. I was waiting for you to say something. I’m ready to be yours now.” She looked me directly in the eyes and I fell in love with her instantly.

“Come here.” I talked lowly. I looked at her friends who was now staring and shooting daggers our way. I sat on the hood of the car and let her walk between my legs. I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her close, I tongued her ass down with my heart beating fast as hell. I got a car and the girl of my dreams. Jocelyn felt perfect in my arms. Some would try to judge and say some stupid shit like “Oh its young love.” In my eyes it could be whatever kind of love because I stood there a hundred percent sure that Jocelyn was the one for me.

I promised Jocelyn that I would pick her up early in the morning for school. When I left from in front of her house it felt like a young nigga was floating.

Chapter Eleven

EMPRESS AKA CLAPBACK

“I don’t know why the fuck she gave Bundy and that dirty ass fat nigga the position over you!” I was pissed, I felt like my man deserved a chance. Murk’um stared at me like he was pissed but said nothing, so I continued my rant.

“Then what’s going on with her and this nigga from the Syndicate?” I looked over at him and admired his fine chocolate ass.

“If I wasn’t fucking on you, then I would have that fuckin position, Empress.” He spat and sat up, pulling his shirt over his head. “It ain’t like the pussy mine, I told you this shit got to stop.” I rolled my eyes hard, Murk’um tried to cut me off a million times. I never begged him to fuck with me or to continue fucking on me. Each time he did one of his little fake cut offs he end up blowing up my phone the following day. We were inseparable, we both had a good understanding. I was his main bitch, and he was my main nigga. We fucked around from time to time, well maybe all the time. In a weird way we just always understood each other.

“Nigga please, ain’t nobody stopping you from coming over here or blowing up my damn phone. Here you go acting like a lil bitch go ahead and be fake mad for zero point five seconds.” That was the truth, Murk’um was sprung off me, all these niggas were. Pussy ruled the entire world it’s how my sister got into the boss-ass position she was in.

“Whatever Empress, you been holding back. Im trying to see what all going on.” I frowned at him.

“Why? You starting to make me feel like you trying to go against the grain.”

“Bitch you stupid, you know how I’m giving it up over Queen. She just always secretive expecting us to go along with shit when she drops it in our laps. A nigga tryna be prepared for whatever.” He eased my suspicions, my sister got on my nerves, but I loved her and wouldn’t let the next nigga like Murk’um pull some stupid shit.

“She’s going to take over our Abuela’s cartel. That’s why she keeps going back and forth saying she going to Mexico. When she does that, we all gone be sitting at the top of the food chain.” I smiled.

“That’s why we need to plan some shit to get you in position to take your rightful position as lieutenant. She like that little fat fucker too much. Bought him a car and all. She feels sorry for him because he don’t got much.” My sister was a cold-hearted bitch, once she had a soft spot for you. She would go above and beyond to make sure you were straight. I loved my sister but disliked a lot of her traits. We were two different people which was quite obvious.

“How the fuck we pose to do that?” I could tell Murk’um was on edge. I dragged him into a lot of my shit. He was my scapegoat, and he was always there to pick up all my shattered pieces.

“Wait for her to go to Mexico. We got to watch Teddy, when the time is right... we break into that nigga crib. I’m pretty sure he keeps all the dope in there. That will prove to Queen that he is in no fuckin position to be making plays for the gang.” I smiled; I was smart as fuck.

“I can’t risk shit going left Em. I mean you already ain’t got your other fucked up situation under control. If Queen finds out, we are good as dead. Who you think your grandma gone side with?” That pissed me off, I hated when this nigga acted so scared of Sovereign’s ass.

“Me! That’s who!” Murk’um smiled because we both knew the real answer to that.