Down With the King of the South 2

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 31 mai 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789662
• Langue: English

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© 2019
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Contents



1. Jabari Brooks

2. Jashae Johnson

3. Toddrick “Miami” King

4. Giovonni “Trip” Young

5. Jashae Johnson

6. Mahogany Williams

7. Jabari Brooks

8. Taylor Owens

9. Dino Graham

10. Toddrick “Miami” King

11. Jashae Johnson

12. Jabari Brooks

13. Giovonni “Trip” Young

14. Toddrick “Miami” King

15. Jashae Johnson

16. Toddrick “Miami” King

17. Giovonni “Trip” Young

18. Mahogany Williams

19. Jashae Johnson


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Jabari Brooks

I ain’t never in my fuckin’ life chased after no bitch! Never! I always had the mindset that it was way too many fish in the sea for me to just worry about one, and because of that mindset, I never let a broad get a nigga that vested in them that I felt the need to chase after their asses. Look at my silly ass now!
It was going on 7:00 P.M, and I had my car parked along the sidewalk right in front of Mahogany’s crib. I was taking a blunt to the head, still in my damn work clothes, and in much need of a shower and some dinner, yet here I was, parked outside this bitch as if I was a fuckin’ detective. Any other bitch, I wouldn’t have done any of this shit. No woman could get me to the point that I would stop my daily schedule just to pop up on her and see what the fuck the problem was.
Just a few weeks ago, I had Mahogany’s legs pinned behind her head, and my dick buried so fuckin’ deep inside her that it’s a shocker that shit didn’t come out of her damn throat. We did all of that good ass fuckin’, and then her ass just disappeared.
I didn’t know shit about blocking nobody because I couldn’t care less about shit like that. A little shorty who works at my shop saw me texting Mahogany, and the message on my iPhone didn’t say that it was delivered. That’s when I was told that Mahogany had blocked me. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why she would do some shit like that. I didn’t do a motha fuckin’ thing wrong to her ass because, in the beginning, we both agreed to what this shit was going to be that she and I were doing. I didn’t owe shorty shit because, at the end of the day, she never asked me to give her anything.
I wasn’t sure why I had to go through all of these fuckin’ hoops and hurdles to get through to her. I’d always been the type of man to go after something that I want or to not bullshit around something that I feel is a problem, so I had every plan to address the shit. Truth be told, I didn’t even know what time shorty would come home from work. When we were together, we didn’t talk about shit like that. If I had to sit outside this bitch until midnight, then that’s just what I would have to do. If I got hungry, then I would just UberEATS some shit to her house.
The way I was smoking from this blunt, I knew that it was only a matter of time before my stomach started to rumble. In the middle of me waiting for Mahogany to make it home, my cell phone started ringing from the car. I looked at the name, which showed up on the screen of my car, and it read, Yo-Yo, short for Yolanda. Nothing was serious between Yo-Yo and me. She was to me what a lot of bitches were to me, which was nothing but someone to fuck on after a long day or just because.
I’ll be the first to come out of my mouth and say that I had a lot of female friends. I loved women. I loved all type of women—thick, small, slim-thick, short, tall. I didn’t discriminate when it came to women. Although I liked all women, a nigga had standards. I wasn’t about to pull up on a bitch in the projects with five kids waiting in the back room while we fucked. I did wild shit like that when I was younger, but these days, I wasn’t pressed to be getting pussy from these women, so I didn’t feel the need to do all of that.
As much pussy that I done fucked, not one broad can ever fix her mouth and say that she felt my dick bare. It was way too many fuckin’ diseases out here for me to fuck around and be having unprotected sex. Plus, unprotected sex caused babies, and truth be told, I didn’t want any children. I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a child. That’s why I fucked with Mahogany so much because shorty was on the same time that I was on. At least I thought she was in the beginning.
Mahogany reminded me a lot of the female version of myself in the beginning. I keep saying the beginning because the fact that she would even block a nigga proves to me that her ass isn’t as tough as she thinks she is. I fucked with Mahogany on some real shit. I could talk all the shit in the world and convince myself all I wanted that she’s just another broad that I was fuckin’, but honestly, she was more to me than that. I let shorty inside my home. I’m not talking about one of those little joints where I go just to fuck either. I’m talking about the same place where I lay my fuckin’ head and pay my damn mortgage.
I let shorty talk to me crazy, and I didn’t choke her ass out like I probably would have done any other broad. On top of that, I was eating her pussy like that shit was crack. Yeah, I ate pussy before in my past, maybe two or three times, but it wasn’t some shit that I did on a daily basis. With Mahogany, swear I had to taste her before we fucked because her shit tasted just that good.
Years ago, when I was in my twenties, I let a broad cook dinner for me, and her stupid ass fucked around and put a laxative in the food. Had my ass shitting for hours. After that, I told myself that I would never in my fuckin’ life allow another broad to cook for me, but there I was again, going against the grain and letting Mahogany cook meals for me whenever I hit her and told her to come over. I guess you can say that in the little time I was dealing with her, I became used to her ass. I won’t put my pride all the way to the side and say that I miss her or some shit like that, but something was definitely off in my life without her.
Five more minutes had gone past, and I saw her car speeding down the street. In no time, she was whipping her car into her driveway. I allowed her to get out of her car first before I turned mine off and got out. The moment her nude, Christian Louboutin heels touched the ground, and her body was fully out of the car, I instantly noticed the change; she’d straightened her hair. Prior to this, Mahogany had a head full of sandy brown curls, and truth be told, that was one of the many things that I actually liked about her dumb ass. I didn’t think another hairstyle would look that good on her because I actually fucked with the curls, but seeing now that she’d flat ironed her hair and that shit was hanging down the middle of her back, a nigga was turned on by that too.
I wasn’t sure if she could give two fucks about the fact that I had my car parked on the sidewalk, or if she just simply didn’t see me, but she had yet to look my way. Every time I had seen Mahogany, it was always in her club attire, her casual clothing, or just some cute shit she would throw on when she would come to see me. Today, she looked like that lawyer chick that I assumed she was months ago after five minutes of meeting her. Because her skin tone was so high yellow, she looked good as fuck in that yellow blazer with the matching bottoms. I watched her as she opened the back door and retrieved her purse. She then took out a couple of grocery bags that she’d more than likely just stopped and picked up on her way home from work.
Seeing her carrying all that shit in her hands, I figured that it was time for me to go ahead and get out. The blunt was already finished, so all I had to do was turn the car off and step out. The moment she heard my car door open, that’s when she shifted her eyes in my direction. Shorty knew it was me because she knew the cars that I drove. She was definitely beefing with me because the moment she saw me, she rolled her eyes extra hard, pushed her hip into the back door to close it, and proceeded to the front door as if she had no plans to stop and say shit to me.
“Fuck I did to your ass?” was the first thing that I asked her once I was close enough.
She looked tired, but I wouldn’t say the shit took a toll on how pretty she was.
“Nothing! You didn’t do nothing. Listen, I just had a long ass day at work, and coming home and talking to you isn’t something that I aspire to do right now. Go and keep another bitch company tonight, Jabari. Move!” she spat and pushed me out of the way.
Where I stood was kind of preventing her from opening the front door. The smirk fell off my face, and I used my hand to pull down on my beard. She said so little, but shorty still managed to say so much. This was what all of this was about? A bitch.
“What if you the only bitch I want to keep company tonight?R