Carl Weber's Kingpins by Smooth Silk

way he eyed you last night. He’s feeling you, trust me. I know you’re the only one who can catch him off guard, and without him suspecting anything, help me bring him to his demise.”
    Niggas were a trip. They were always plotting and scheming. I assumed these fools were real close, then again, what did I know?
    â€œI don’t know what you think you saw in his eyes last night, but I can tell you right now that that nigga ain’t feeling me. He had car trouble last night. I drove him home. I inquired about hooking up with him, and he rejected me. Plus, you saw how he did me at the club. I’m not going to keep putting myself out there for a nigga who ain’t interested. In conjunction with all of that, let me remind you, again, that I’m not a killer.”
    â€œOkay, I’ll do the killing. All you have to do is drug him and leave the rest to me. And before you respond to that, answer this. How does twenty Gs sound?”
    I cocked my head back and smiled. “Twenty thousand dollars? For real? And all I have to do is drug him? Nigga, don’t play.”
    â€œThat’s it. Keep quiet about this, drug him, and then call me.”
    There really wasn’t much else to think about. I liked Bones, no doubt. But I loved money. I held out my hand and looked at Nate. “Put up or shut up. When do I get paid?”
    â€œFive now, the rest later. I need to see you making progress. I’ll know if you have, if and when that nigga starts talking about you. If he kisses you, you’re in there. And if he tells you his real name, love is definitely in his heart.”
    â€œI can guarantee you that he will, but just for the hell of it, what is his real name?”
    â€œCan’t say. It’ll be yo’ job to find out.”
    I winked at Nate, and only because I was hyped about the money, I gave that nigga another taste of my sweet pussy.

BONES
    I had been casing the streets for at least three hours trying to find Quinton. I didn’t want to ask anyone if they’d seen him, only because I had to stay low-key. Niggas were already eyeing me like I was the police. I was in a hood that wasn’t familiar to me, but I still managed to see some of the fellas I once hung around with.
    Being thirsty, I went into a convenience store to get an energy drink. I grabbed a pack of powdered donuts too, and on my way out, I received a text message from Theo. He asked how things went between me and Mango. Instead of texting him back, I called him.
    â€œThat fool wasn’t trying to help me.” I lied because Mango asked me not to speak a word about my new job to anyone. I felt as if it was in my best interest to keep this between us. “I wasted my damn time.”
    â€œDamn, sorry to hear that. I just knew he’d hook you up, but, uh, if you still need to get that paper, let me know.”
    â€œI’m good. I got hired today cleaning floors at a church. The pastor wants me to strip and wax them tomorrow. He paid me some advance money that should carry me for a minute.”
    â€œThat day-by-day shit ain’t about nothing. Me and Nate gon’ hit up a few houses in the suburbs tonight. Found out about two families who are vacationing in Florida. Ain’t nobody there but the dogs. Word is they got some good shit in there. Let us know before midnight if you down.”
    I didn’t hesitate. I was sure this was something that Theo didn’t want to hear. “I can tell you right now that I won’t be rolling with y’all. Be easy and hit me up when you niggas get done.”
    â€œWill do, but you know where we’ll be.”
    I spotted a dude who kind of fit Quinton’s description. I quickly told Theo that I would catch up with them later. I watched as the dude pumped some gas, then jetted. Following closely behind him, I leaned down in my seat and began to take a few hits from my cig. Dude seemed to be constantly checking his rearview