A Trap King's Wife 1 by Jahquel J.

the short thick one. She a good look, she thicker than Kaysha though.”
    “What the fuck that supposed to mean?”
    “You know how to handle all that? Shit, if you can’t I’ll take that,” He snickered.
    He sparked a blunt and started blowing rings and showing off. He passed it to me and I blew some rings myself, I was getting rusty. “Nigga, I’m handling that with care. I’m not moving too fast, or too slow. I think that’s gonna be wifey.”
    “After one day? I know you drove shorty around and spent some time, but damn it’s like that?”
    “I didn’t say I was going to walk down the aisle tomorrow, but I can see myself going there with her. She’s so neutering and loving, especially to her daughters. Even with her baby’s father she aint mention not one foul word about him. She’s different.”
    “Aint she supposed to be like that toward her kids though?
    “One word: Kaysha,” I said with a straight face and he nodded his head and finished smoking his blunt.
    “Yeah you right. So, when we doing this meeting? I got some shit to discuss and I’m not splitting territory with those Jamaican motherfuckers.” He got extra hype.
    “Calm down, nigga. We gonna settle this shit before it gets out of hand. If it comes to that, I already know you strapped and ready,” I affirmed.
    Just as we were dapping hands, one of John’s corner boys walked in and he wasted no time in sending a slug through his arm. The boy fell to the floor and held his arm. John didn’t recruit punks, and by the boy taking that shot like Gee, I knew he had some thoroughbreds on his team.
    “Fuck you late for?” he grilled him.
    “Them fucking Jamaicans had my corner and was selling. I ended that shit though,” He smirked and handed his money and theirs.
    “Nigga, you got a cellphone. Call me and put me on. I feel bad for this shit now.” He helped him off the floor. “See what the hell I’m talking about? These niggas got me trigga’ happy and shit. I take a shit with that gun in my lap.”
    “Nigga, too much damn information. I’m bout’ to head home and get some sleep. I’m bout’ to knock out for three days straight, so have shit handled. I’ll be ready for that meeting.” I left how I came and headed home. I had been up with little to no sleep, and when I was getting sleep, Kaysha wanted to fuck that up. I hopped in my truck and headed home.
    I pressed the P floor and turned my key and was taken up to the pent house apartment. Soon as the door opened, you were greeted with water falls on both sides of you and floor to ceiling window with a walk out to the wrap around balcony. I spent a good twenty million on this pent house suite, not to mention the extra million that went into decorating it. Kaysha only came by here once when she was pregnant. The only person that had come here was John and my son and my mother. Kaysha was heated behind it, but fucking with her I might go to jail if she come in this shit demanding shit.
    I barely stayed here myself. If I wasn’t at Kaysha’s house, I was at my mom’s house and out in the street getting this money. I didn’t have to put as much work as I did, but it gave me something to do. I grabbed a bottle of henny off my bar and walked into the master suite. The apartment had a total of seven bedrooms in it, and a pool on the top floor.  I could picture Tiara taking a shower in my master bedroom and coming into the room and fucking the shit out me. I had to shake the shit off because it was too soon. I got in the bed with my brown honey, Hennessey and drifted to sleep.
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                  The next morning I woke up and grabbed my phone. Shorty had me wide opened and I couldn’t wait to chill with her, again. I scrolled through my messages, and Kaysha’s ass had left me plenty. I pressed her name and the phone rang a few times, before she