Rich Boy Mafia

Rich Boy Mafia

Demettrea

Copyright © 2015 Demettrea

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King

What’s good? It’s ya’ boy King. Most of y’all know me from my brother’s book Love, Lies, and Obsessions. Well this ain’t his shit. So sit back, chill, get comfortable and let my girl, Demettrea, tell my story. You’ll get an inside look on my life, how I found love, and how niggas tried to take my spot. But y’all know that aint happening without a fight. Shit, I’m King Pierre, bitch!

Chapter One

I’m just in one of them moods. I feel like fuckin’. Wanna lay up in somethin’ wet and punish somethin’. I got a taste for some pussy. I feel like fuckin’.

Plies blasted through the Bose sound system as King cruised down Seven Mile in his cocaine white Escalade. It was a hot summer day, at least ninety degrees, and he was feeling nice. He grabbed the kush filled blunt from the ashtray and lit it as he thought back to the argument he’d had with Tish earlier.

So how long you been fucking that nigga? Huh, Tish? He’d given her a deadly look as he asked the question. He did everything in his power not to choke her. He had never been a woman beater but in that moment he wanted to put his hands on Tish.

Please, now you want to pay attention because I’m fucking somebody other than you? How many bitches have you fucked since we been together, King? So miss me with that bull shit. He couldn’t believe this bitch was making excuses for sleeping with the enemy.

Yeah, but you go and fuck the one nigga I got beef with. Bitch, you ain't loyal. You a snake and I’m through with yo ass. So pack ya’ shit and be gone out my house by the time I get back.

Nigga, please! I aint going no damn where. I live here just like you do.

This bitch done lost her mind, he’d thought. You know what? You can have this shit. I’m out. He’d always known that Tish wasn’t wifey material but damn did she have to be a hoe?

Coming out of his thoughts he shook his head. King wished he would have known five years ago that she’d be sleeping with his enemy. She denied it but he had proof and to make matters worse she terminated a baby that she claimed was his. She said she wasn’t ready for a baby. The truth of the matter was she didn’t know who the father was. He was pissed because Tish knew how bad he wanted a baby. In light of this fucked up situation, King decided to go back to his old ways. His motto was ‘Fuck hoes. Get money’. He believed it in that order too. He didn’t need a bitch like Tish. He was a fine specimen and could have any woman he wanted. He had smooth caramel skin and long jet black hair that he kept braided. Standing a full 6’3 and weighing about 250 pounds of solid muscle that was tatted up, King had a walk that said ‘I’m that nigga’.

When King pulled up to his trap on Strathmore he saw Rahsaan, Javon and Rob chilling on the block. He parked his ride and hopped out leaving the sound system blasting. What’s good yo? He gave Rahsaan a fist pound.

Rahsaan threw his head back. Same shit, different day. What you getting into today, boss? Rahsaan was King’s right hand man. The two had been best friends since grade school and were more like brothers than anything. They shared a bond that couldn’t be broken. When Harlem passed on the torch to King that put RBM in a good position and King brought Rahsaan right along with him.

I was trying to hit up Onyx. I wanna find me a little mami to chill with. You down? King pulled out a bag of Kush and tossed it to Rahsaan.

Hell yeah. Rahsaan was eager as he checked out the bag of Kush.

Well meet me at the crib around ten and we can head out. I’ll see if Javon and Mike wanna go but knowing them niggas they do.

Aight yo. I’ll check you later. Rahsaan gave King a fist pound.

Jumping back into his truck King pulled off in route to April’s house. April was a jump off he fucked with from time to time. She was a red bone that stood 5’5 and had a banging body. She rocked her short hair in a Halle Berry cut. If she wasn’t a hoe she would make any nigga happy to call her wifey. But everyone knows that you can’t turn a hoe into a housewife.

When King pulled up to April’s house she was sitting on the porch braiding hair. That’s what happened in the hood though. There was kids getting wet in the fire hydrant, old ladies on the porch gossiping about everybody, and fiends standing on the corner trying to get their next fix. April lived with her mom who thought they were sisters. She really didn’t care what April did. She was the type of parent to smoke a blunt and have a drink with her kids.

What’s good, ma? King stepped up on the porch.

April stood to her feet and greeted him with a hug. Shit. Just trying to make this money. What’s up with you, daddy?

He bent down and whispered in her ear making her giggle. She knew exactly what King wanted and she was ready and willing to oblige.

April threw a quick glance over at her client. I’ll be right back, Sheila? Sheila huffed causing April to turn up. Whatever, trick. You barely paying me anything so chill. I’ll be right back out. April walked in the house with King on her heels. As soon as they stepped into her bedroom April dropped to her knees and went to work. King loved when she gave him head. She gave a different meaning to the name Super Head. She took all nine inches of King’s throbbing dick into her mouth letting it hit the back of her throat never once gagging.

Ahhh fuck. That’s right. Suck that dick. King’s declarations of pleasure made April go faster. She was sucked relentlessly. Minutes later King erupted in her mouth and she swallowed every last drop.

You good, daddy? She gave him a self-satisfied grin.

Hell yeah. How much you need? King pulled out a wad of bills.

April’s mouth began to water. She was the true definition of a hood rat. She knew King wasn’t cheap and she’d be able to get that new outfit she saw at Rainbow and still have enough to get her hair done. Never mind that her kids needed summer clothes. She was out for self. Whatever you give is cool.

King peeled off five one hundred dollar bills and placed them in her open palm before turning to leave. Aight, ma. I’ll hit you up later.

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When King and his crew walked through the doors of Onyx they were bombarded by females. Everybody knew who RBM (Rich Boy Mafia) was and everybody wanted to be down with the crew. Females fought for the chance to be wifed by someone in RBM and niggas simply wanted to be down. They were young and getting money. Some folk didn’t like it but no one challenged them except for Jarelle Banner and his eastside crew.

King and his crew headed to VIP and took a table towards the back where they could see everything that was going on. King didn’t play that sneaky shit. In this game you had to be aware of your surroundings.

Dammmnnn! She got a fat ass. She needs to come on over here. I’ll gladly give her all my money. Rahsaan was pointing to a light skinned chick that had just passed their table.

She is looking right. King cosigned. He was ready to get his drink on and maybe find a chick to take home tonight. In the midst of checking out the crowd their waitress came over and took their drink orders.

Give us a bottle of Ace and a round of Bacardi shots. King couldn’t get his drink fast enough.

Okay, fellas. I’ll be right back. The waitress walked away and King turned his attention towards the door at a group of females that had walked in.

Damn, fam! Look at them chicks that just walked in with Tracy. They bad as hell. One in particular had caught his attention. She looked to be about 5’6, maybe 135 pounds, and she wore her hair in long curls that fell down her back.

Oh that’s just Tracy’s girls. Rahsaan replied. He immediately rose and headed over to the ladies. He smiled and greeted Tracy with a hug. What’s good, ma?

Hey, bae. I didn’t know you were here. Where you sitting at? Rahsaan had been kicking it with Tracy for a good year. He was in love but wouldn’t dare admit it.

Come on now, ma. You know how we do. Straight VIP. Come on y’all chilling with us tonight.

The four women gave no objection and followed Rahsaan to RBM’s section in VIP. As they crossed the club they caught all of the evil glares from females wishing it was them sitting with RBM. But none of that bothered Tracy or her girls. They were as bad as they come. Tracy was Dominican and a firecracker. She was originally from The Bronx but her family moved here when she was ten. Tracy was a mocha colored beauty that stood 5’8 with a nice ass and 38C cups. She wore her hair long on one side and shaved on the other rocking the Cassie look well. Chrissy was a lighter skinned chick and was a little on the thick side. A size sixteen to be exact, but she had a flat stomach. Most said she favored the actress Lauren London. Tamika was 5’9 and was a model. Mixed with black and Dominican, she had dark, smooth skin and long hair. Lastly there was Ryan, the beauty that had caught King’s eye. She was a red bone who wore her hair in a neat bob, had breasts that were perfect handfuls, and lil’ mama had ass for days. At 5’5, Ryan was the shortest of the clique.

Fellas, we have guests. Rahsaan took the liberty of introducing the ladies. This is my lil’ mama, Tracy, and her girls Tamika, Chrissy and Ryan.

King was still stuck on how fine Ryan was. She commanded attention when she walked in a room. Everything about her said Boss Bitch. He had to have her.

How are you ladies doing tonight? King spoke addressed the group but his eyes were on Ryan.

We’re good. Chrissy spoke showing all thirty-twos but King