tries that hard.
Admittedly, she is spoiled for several reasons; mostly because of what happened between me and King eight years ago. Even though I am hundreds of miles away from the warehouse, I have to deal with constant reminders of what happened there. Every morning, a three-foot, spiral-hair, mini-version of Calen Kingsley gently taps me on the face, ordering me to get up. Every night, King comes for me in my dreams, condemning me for ruining his and my daughter’s life or making love to me. I cannot remember a single night that he does not crowd my head, and have no hopes of ever forgetting about what changed my life forever, for mostly the better.
Do I blame King for all of it?
Yes, I do. If he had not thought it was his right to make me queen of the Blue Kings, I would not be a mother of one of the sweetest little girls we both do not deserve; he is a lifelong criminal and I feel guilty for depriving Anjuwan of him, no matter what he is. Never in a thousand years would I have imagined that King wanted me to take a position as one the heads of his gang, that my child would be just as fatherless as I was, or that my crew name would turn out to be Queen in every sense of the word.
Hell no, I did not want to wear that crown. I settled for being a street runner making drops between his trap houses for a reason; hustling was temporary and I did not want to rise to the top of the food chain. I had dreams for myself just like Seeri did, but I never knew King felt some type of way about me and would insist I live a Queenpin’s life with him instead. The drug world was supposed to get me out of the life that I lived in Mecca, not keep me chained to it.
First, I had to get away from the one that wanted to put those chains on me, so I did what I had to do. I gave King what he wanted from me in the warehouse then convinced him that I needed to go home, and that I would need at least a day to convince my mother I wanted to live with him, or she would bring the cops to his door. She would have and he knew it, so he took me home himself, needing to keep the law out of his business as much as possible.
When I got in the house, I called my grandmother, intending to get out of King’s reach for the night and deal with him the next day with a level head, hoping I could persuade him to change his mind about making me his for life. But when Addie drove up, I made the mistake of getting in her car faster than I got into Leek’s. My odd behavior spooked her; I was never that glad to see her. The dome light in her car allowed her to see my injuries; I forgot to cover them up because I was more worried about getting away from Teamon Avenue before King saw me leaving. He was at his drop house two doors down.
Addie started asking questions as I made her drive off. I knew I had to tell her something that was close to the truth and everything that she would find out anyway, but I kept as many details about the jump-in as I could to myself, like sleeping with King. I am not the greatest of liars, and she is not the stupidest of people.
She was furious that I was jumped into the Kings and took me to the hospital to have my head examined — literally — and I needed it after what King had just done to my body and mind.
A doctor checked out my injuries caused by X and Leek then called the cops though I begged him not to, but it was the law and he was not interested in losing his job for me. My grandmother left me to go find my mother though I begged her not to. Neither one of us was interested in losing our life to Seeri. Addie would have if she did not tell her daughter what happened to me. I would have if Addie did tell her, but someone was going to lose their life, and Addie happily threw my ass under the bus.
Fortunately, the MPD got to me before my mother rushed around the hung curtain separating my makeshift exam room from the others just as I was informing an officer that I did not want to press charges against the Kings after
Admittedly, she is spoiled for several reasons; mostly because of what happened between me and King eight years ago. Even though I am hundreds of miles away from the warehouse, I have to deal with constant reminders of what happened there. Every morning, a three-foot, spiral-hair, mini-version of Calen Kingsley gently taps me on the face, ordering me to get up. Every night, King comes for me in my dreams, condemning me for ruining his and my daughter’s life or making love to me. I cannot remember a single night that he does not crowd my head, and have no hopes of ever forgetting about what changed my life forever, for mostly the better.
Do I blame King for all of it?
Yes, I do. If he had not thought it was his right to make me queen of the Blue Kings, I would not be a mother of one of the sweetest little girls we both do not deserve; he is a lifelong criminal and I feel guilty for depriving Anjuwan of him, no matter what he is. Never in a thousand years would I have imagined that King wanted me to take a position as one the heads of his gang, that my child would be just as fatherless as I was, or that my crew name would turn out to be Queen in every sense of the word.
Hell no, I did not want to wear that crown. I settled for being a street runner making drops between his trap houses for a reason; hustling was temporary and I did not want to rise to the top of the food chain. I had dreams for myself just like Seeri did, but I never knew King felt some type of way about me and would insist I live a Queenpin’s life with him instead. The drug world was supposed to get me out of the life that I lived in Mecca, not keep me chained to it.
First, I had to get away from the one that wanted to put those chains on me, so I did what I had to do. I gave King what he wanted from me in the warehouse then convinced him that I needed to go home, and that I would need at least a day to convince my mother I wanted to live with him, or she would bring the cops to his door. She would have and he knew it, so he took me home himself, needing to keep the law out of his business as much as possible.
When I got in the house, I called my grandmother, intending to get out of King’s reach for the night and deal with him the next day with a level head, hoping I could persuade him to change his mind about making me his for life. But when Addie drove up, I made the mistake of getting in her car faster than I got into Leek’s. My odd behavior spooked her; I was never that glad to see her. The dome light in her car allowed her to see my injuries; I forgot to cover them up because I was more worried about getting away from Teamon Avenue before King saw me leaving. He was at his drop house two doors down.
Addie started asking questions as I made her drive off. I knew I had to tell her something that was close to the truth and everything that she would find out anyway, but I kept as many details about the jump-in as I could to myself, like sleeping with King. I am not the greatest of liars, and she is not the stupidest of people.
She was furious that I was jumped into the Kings and took me to the hospital to have my head examined — literally — and I needed it after what King had just done to my body and mind.
A doctor checked out my injuries caused by X and Leek then called the cops though I begged him not to, but it was the law and he was not interested in losing his job for me. My grandmother left me to go find my mother though I begged her not to. Neither one of us was interested in losing our life to Seeri. Addie would have if she did not tell her daughter what happened to me. I would have if Addie did tell her, but someone was going to lose their life, and Addie happily threw my ass under the bus.
Fortunately, the MPD got to me before my mother rushed around the hung curtain separating my makeshift exam room from the others just as I was informing an officer that I did not want to press charges against the Kings after
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