Questionable Intentions

Questionable

Intentions

K. K. Harris

K. K. Harris

Copyright © 2012 K. K. Harris

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Dedication

I would like to dedicate this book to the love of my life, my number one supporter, my wonderful husband Antonio Harris. You believed in me when no one had a clue what I was capable of accomplishing. Thank you for always pushing me to the next level. You are my inspiration and my drive to always do my very best.

Acknowledgements

I would like to acknowledge my wonderful family, there are too many to name one by one so please no one take offense. But there are ones that can be pinpointed by what they know they do, these are the ones who let me run my ideas by them as well as read my works to give their honest opinions. Thank you guys so much for your unconditional love, open minds, and constructive criticism. Thank you to my wattpad.com friends for supporting my stories from beginning to end and providing that much needed feedback from an unbiased viewpoint.

Also to my growing fan base, I want to thank each one of you for purchasing my books and overall giving me a chance to live my dream.

I pray you enjoy and God Bless!

Prologue…

The Orange Valley Crew of South Tennessee were in a very heated meeting of the minds discussing how they would create mayhem, snatch up the bait, and reel in the big fish. Broderick Walker aka Brock has been a major pain in this crew’s ass since the late 90’s well into the mid 2000’s. This man not only took out the guy they secretly worked with for years but most importantly stopped their cash flow while he never missed a beat on making money. They were so close to coming back but their deceased boss’ silly, selfish, jealous trick of sister fucked up their plans by jumping the gun and getting herself fucked up. Obviously her well laid out plan backfired because it got them to the point where they are right now, starting over.

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Orange Valley was the crew that kept Sean’s ass out of jail and above ground for so long. We had an airtight operation until his stupid ass decided to stake claim on Brock’s older sister, Raeven. He had his fair share of hoes but this one particular chick he wanted to play house with knowing full well it was just to spite that bitch nigga. If he would have had us, his elite team, handle that bitch in the first place instead of them scrubs he frequently ran with none of this would have happened. He would still be alive and somewhat well but he chose those local dumbasses to handle something so delicate. Because of our obsession with getting revenge our civil duty in society was replaced with living like hermits. We had no liabilities so no one missed us, our disappearance was just charged to a work related leave of absence.

A lot of people didn’t know Sean had this secret operation working for him because we were a part of a special elite task force of sorts. Our legal professions worked in government operations so our identities were never questioned and only one group is higher than us. That group was dismantled so that leaves our group as being the most dangerous in the land. We were trained professionally to be discreet but have a strong deadly force when needed. Our group is from a special side of town in this great state of Tennessee, right across the bridge from Arkansas basically.

There is Court who is our intelligence, he can hack into or find information on anything or anyone breathing via the internet. If a computer, phone, or any other electronic that has network access, Court can hack into it or bug it. Edge is more or less hard core muscle that doesn’t say much but moves with the speed of lightening to get the job done before the target realizes there is a problem. Edge only talks when there is a need to talk but when provoked he can cut a person with his words by twisting stories, confusing the simple minded.

Red on the other hand is the mouth of the south, he’s a smooth talker. He can charm the pants off any female that’s not a lesbian but has just as much luck with the fella’s because he just has this open cool down to earth persona. Don’t let the smooth taste fool ya because he is not to be crossed or the cool persona will quickly turn deadly like a viper. Step is the connection expert he can find a snake in anyone’s grass with the bait to make that snake slither to our team and give up the goods on anyone or anything so we can infiltrate. Then there would be the skyscraper we call Six-Nine, he could easily pass for an NBA player vs. a hardcore killer with deadly hands and has a sicker mind when it comes to creative ways of killing people. That skyscraper is definitely one you don’t want to meet in a dark alley on one of his bad days.

Last but certainly not least there would be the head; every organization needs a leader and that just so happens to be me. Arab is the name I go by, I have no family meaning I have nothing to lose. I am all about my money but when that nigga killed off my money supply he made it personal. Sean should have let me take his ass out when I approached him about his many connections that outnumbered ours by a long shot but NO, he wanted to make it personal and use his sister as his personal punching bag.

I admit Raeven was fine as hell and I wouldn’t have minded being all up in that myself but women ain’t shit to me but pussy. I can do without all that settling down and shit. It’s pointless when you live the fast life of money, drugs, power, and respect. Settling down is for the weak and that nigga Brock is about to find out just how weak pussy can make you. He’s obviously gone soft to settle down and play house knowing full damn well it’s people out here that want his head on a platter just for the pure pleasure of it. Oh well, he finna learn today.

My sources tell me that there is a big birthday bash going on for his little girl, it’s her sweet sixteen. Yippee… He sarcastically gave us details on the event. His fine ass wife is planning a big party downtown at the Peabody. Red said.

All of their women will be in attendance but security is tight as a virgin’s pussy. Court said. I tried to hack into her laptop but it seems to be set up better than the government’s computers. She has connections with someone with some serious skills. He added with disdain. Although I know it’s taking a lot out of him to feel bested by someone but we can use his anger at being defeated to our advantage. He will work just that much harder to outdo whoever it is that is running their security.

What about the businesses computers? I asked because I want more. No, damn that, we NEED more.

I was able to hack into her businesses computer eventually because one of their workers was dumb enough to get careless with their searches for bargain shoes. He laughed. But unfortunately there is nothing there worth looking at. I managed to bug it but it kicks the bug out every so often. He added with a perplexed look seeming quite confused as to why this is happening. It probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to replace his ass soon.

His sidekick Darryl’s baby was just born so he should be preoccupied with doing daddy duty with that broad he married. She was Chess’ niece. Step said like he had a bad taste in his mouth. And the Nikki chick was his long lost daughter. Some chit Chess used to date back in the day.

We will get them soon enough, one at a time playa. I tried to calm him down because that was one of his prized snitches. Notice the keyword WAS, that nigga played too close to the hornets’ nest because of his obsession over his niece whom he molested when she was young as hell. If ever there was a dumbass his picture would be beside the description.

Dated? I know that ain’t the definition for rape or molest last time I checked. Court replied with a mugg displayed.

It doesn’t matter what the fuck it was, it’s done now. And ain’t no proof that’s what happened. You weren’t there. On another note, I don’t see why we can’t take them all out at once. Step announced.

It’s too risky, we stick to the plan. If you don’t like it, you know where the door is. I sneered. We may work together but we are not nor will we ever be friends, this is only business. I honestly don’t trust none of these nigga’s but business is business and so far no one has crossed the other, yet. Step sucked his teeth in submission.

What else do we have? I asked no one in particular.

Well this bitch I talked out of her panties said that both these nigga’s are living the suburban life like some true whipped sucka’s. She has no idea where because she is an out casted family member of Darryl’s and Nikki’s. It turns out she was a jump-off for some Sean’s local crew before they all met their demise. Darryl and Nikki don’t fool with her at all and even threaten to take her out if she didn’t watch her shit. Red finished.

I checked the school records for little Miss Jazzy, and she is an exceptional student so getting her to skip with some poor sap is out of the question but worth a try. She is on the dance team, which her step-mom is a sponsor and assistant coach for the team. Court said.

We will just have to get her the old fashion way when its least expected. Edge said out of nowhere.

That’s fine but we need a way to send him a cryptic message. I said looking around for any ideas.

I have just the idea. Six-Nine stated with a straight face. We all nodded.

Well alright let the games begin. I said looking around the table at the eager faces ready to get this show on the road. This nigga won’t know what hit him.

Chapter One

The entire crew was gathered in Gwen’s hospital room after she had just given birth to her and Darryl’s baby boy. Darryl Ramon Rodgers Jr. was born on July 29 at 3:00 pm, weighing 8 pounds 9 ounces. Lil man came by complete surprise while the girls were at the mall doing some much needed retail therapy preparing for Jazz’s sweet sixteen coming up in a few weeks. The ladies were walking to the food court to grab a snack when her water broke. The girls rushed Gwen to the hospital calling Darryl on the way. Luckily he was done with his last client and was leaving for the day anyway. Three hours and a few pushes later her mission was completed.

I am so very excited for that to be over with. I love my little man but damn I wouldn’t wish that pain on my worst enemy. Gwen said causing everyone to laugh.

Girl stop, at least you only had one to push. Nikki said with a smirk.

Speaking of pushing two, when are y’all gonna do it again? Déjà asked.

Girl choke yourself; quit wishing for me to be all blown up like that again. Nikki said with a straight face. As a matter of fact, when the hell are you and Megan gone give us some nieces or nephews? She asked on the sly.

HA! Don’t be bringing me up in this hot mess of a conversation. I wants no parts of this baby making madness. Megan said folding her arms across her chest.

Nah, I’m good. I will let you wives handle the baby producing business. Déjà said laughing.

Don’t worry they are right behind us Nik. They all talk but soon somebody gon hog tie these sista’s down real good. Gwen said and everybody laughed.

Whatever. Megan said. Not gonna happen. Déjà said.

Y’all crazy as hell. Brock said shaking his head at the girl’s antics. Welcome to the daddy world bruh. He said to the cheesing Darryl.

Man thanks. I finally got my own little mini me. Darryl responded.

I don’t think Little Rock gonna be able to handle this kinda stress when our boys are ready to run the streets. The girls cleared their throats. I meant the football field or basketball court. Brock corrected himself with a chuckle.

We gon have to beat the hoes off with a stick. Megan said. The girls nodded.

And you best believe I got my ‘BITCH BEATER’ ready too. Nikki said.

We know you do! They said in sync.

What? Y’all act like I’m the only one with issues… Really? Nikki said with the sarcastic ‘yeah right face.’

Yeah but you take the cake Bae. Brock said. Nikki gave him a look and he chuckled. I’m just saying. He said with his arms raised in submission.

Plus you the one who brought up ‘BITCH BEATER’! Rae whisper yelled while holding lil’ DJ.

Y’all better be glad I love ALL y’all because otherwise I would feel really hurt that’s the way everyone sees me. She said with a fake pout.

Ahh Bae, it’s all love. I love that we share special needs classes together. Brock said hugging her falling for the pouty face.

Yeah Cuz it’s all love but you ain’t fooling me with that damn pouty face. Darryl said.

Nigga please, you lying through yo damn teeth talking about it don’t work on you. And you Missy, know that damn pouty mouth don’t work on me. We just glad you love us too since you can be off your rocker at times, seriously. Rae said.

Child please you have fallen for it a time a two, quit fronting. Gwen said.

We all have. Another chorus went out and then they fell out laughing again.

Ok, ok y’all get up off my wife dammit. Brock said still chuckling cause it’s so true he fall for the pouty mouth every time just like everyone else in this room. Lord if they ever have a little girl she is going to be a hot mess. Nikki and her are gonna bump heads for sure over who can pull of the pouty mouth best.

Little Mr. DJ was passed around like a little hot potato while everyone fussed over him and he just slept like he didn’t have a care in the world. The crew has been through so much together these last couple of years and it only made their bond stronger. From the time when they were a separate crew to now that they are one big crew, one obstacle after another was thrown at them allowing them to prove themselves each time that they were not to be messed with. There is always someone out there that thinks they can outsmart the smart but little do they know they have a little bit more to offer than what meets the eye. Those resources are just well hidden for special emergencies. All the shit they went through was well worth it to live the quiet life right now. Although all good things must come to an end eventually but as long as they have each other everything will be just fine.

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Brock…

We just left Darryl and Gwen at the hospital, I couldn’t be happier for my boy. He has a lovely wife and a little him to make his family complete. We living the legal life what more could a nigga ask for. After getting quite used to the family life myself, I always hoped that each of my closest friends could grab a piece of the peace that I feel when I look at my supportive wife and beautiful children. I feel so blessed to be able to raise my boys to be men one day under one roof and my daughter to love my wife like another mother. Although I am living the drama free life and loving every minute of it, I still can’t shake this weird feeling that something bad is about to happen. I am normally right about these things too. I really need to holla at my boy but I don’t want to disturb him as he’s trying to get accustomed to parenthood. I just hope nothing pops off before I can get a game plan together.

My baby girl is turning sixteen in a couple of weeks, my how time has just flown by. I still remember being scared shitless the first time I held her. Now she is almost a grown woman, even though she will never be too grown to listen to daddy. Nikki of course has planned this big extravagant affair for her sweet sixteen minus the cameras from MTV thankfully but a nice event none the less. Of course I was in charge of getting the present but Nikki and Angie made sure they put their tidbit of advice on what I should buy. If I didn’t know any better I would say all the women in my life were ganging up on me sometimes. They always talking, sneaking, and planning something. They better be glad I would do anything for them or they would be up shit creek without a damn paddle.

Get the frown off your face. You look like a grumpy old man. Nikki said shaking me out of my own thoughts.

Well as long as you are my little tenderoni, that’s fine with me. Let me be your sugar daddy and ‘You can have whatever you like’ like TI said. I smirked.

Looks like I don’t have a choice anyway since ‘it’s till death do us part’, duh.

Exactly and that don’t mean if you get tired of me you try to take me out either. Only God knows how your mind works. I laughed and she mugged. Ok for real that’s the last one. I said chuckling.

Bull, donkey, and horse manure, you lie like a rug. You are the main one that always have jokes about my interesting intellect. She said sticking her tongue