Club Parallel

"Yeah it's her." I stood in front of Yara.

"Who you supposed to be woe?" He asked looking me up and down.

Looking over his tattoos, I noticed that he was affiliated so I decided to press him.

"Was crackin cuz?" I eyed him hiking up my dickies

He stayed quiet.

I gave Yara my keys, forcing her to walk away.

"Looks like we have a bit-" Before he could finish I had already hit him in the mouth making him fall and hit his head on the concrete.

Stepping back I reached for my piece not knowing to my type of nigga I was dealing with.

I was definitely about to splat this niggas shit in broad daylight regardless of the time.

Reaching down, I pistol whipped him repeatedly in the face.

These niggas really wasn't built like me and it showed.

Standing to my feet I pointed the gun towards him.

"Oh my god Kross no!" I heard Honey scream.

Damn I thought this bitch was gone.

Looking over at her I smirked and put the gun up.

Looking down at him I took in his features before looking back over to her.

"You know this nigga?" I asked her.

"No!" She answered quickly.

"If I find out you do, your ass just as good as dead ho."

And with that I walked back towards Yara and got into my car.

Once we settled in a questioned her.

"Yara what the fuck are you not telling me mama?" I asked getting upset.

"What do you mean?" She avoided eye contact.

"Yara who the fuck is that nigga?" I asked her.

"My ex."

"Stevie Wonder could see that shit, who the fuck is that nigga?" I asked her.

"His name is Jonathan, that's it that's all." She turned her head.

"You know what I'm tired of chasing your ungrateful ass." I pushed her head with my fingers.

"I'm not, I just think the move that you just did was very dangerous." She said scooting down into the seat.

I started the car and drove off.

"And why is that?"

"Because he runs a sex ring in Nevada, California, and Texas so he's well connected." She looked over.

"Yara please tell me you weren't trafficking kids mama." I looked at her feeling disgust approach.

"No, I would never do that. I found out about it around the time I was trying to leave him and that's why I couldn't because he was so connected." She cried.

"What are you crying for?" I asked her rubbing her thick thighs.

"Because he's never gonna stop until he kills me." She sobbed.

"You definitely don't know who you're fucking with Yara." I told her locking eyes with her,

"Who him?" She sniffled embracing herself with her arms.

"No me."

"Huh?" She questioned.

"That nigga has traffickers in those states connected to him but I got the streets of Florida, California, Arizona, Texas, Nevada, and New York. That nigga ain't running shit but his mouth with me." I told her laughing,

"Are you a dealer Kris?" She asked.

"I'm the manufacturer."

"So basically the plug?" She asked.

"Nah the King Pin." I looked at her.

"And you live this regular life, in this small ass city?" She asked.

"Not for long now that we're expecting, I have men in every house on my street except for Audrey's and that's about to change." I looked at her.

"What the fuck Kris?!" She yelled.

"What?" I asked.

"So nobody else that you've fucked with has known this?" She asked.

"Yara I haven't fucked with nobody else on this level mama, why don't you believe me?" I asked her.

"Because there's too many women."

"That doesn't mean that I'm exclusive with them, I fuck them ho's in the guest room or at a hotel or even at their house and I get the fuck on." I told her.

"Yeah right." She scuffed.

"Enough about me, where the money to own that house came from? I asked her.

"Myself." She eyed me.

"From where?" I asked her.

"My father." She said.

"Your father was a plumber." I told her.

"No my step father was a plumber, my real father's name is Yuriel Alexander." She looked out the window.

"The mafia boss?" I asked her slamming on brakes.

"Yes."

"You coming with that much pressure behind you and you let some square ass nigga beat on you and cheat too?" I asked.

"He's not dead though, he's in San Quentin." I told her.

"How do you know all of this about my father?" She asked.

"Because he looked out for me a lot growing up before they got him on that RICO." I told her truthfully.

"Wait, so you know my father?" She asked.

"I'm afraid so, and knowing that I'm what you went for is definitely gonna be a problem for him." I told her pulling into the garage of my beach house.

"I'm grown and my father definitely doesn't get into my personal relationships." She said.

"Yeah but this one is different?" I told her.

"How so?"

"He told me about you years ago, and how he'd never let his daughter date a man who ran through women the way I have." I looked at her.

"We're not dating yet." She looked at me.

"Regardless of any of that, a nigga done broke you off so much your stomachs full." I held her small tummy.

"Yeah I know and I didn't want kids until I was married." She looked away.

"Don't worry, ima marry you. Shit we can do it now because as good as that pussy is ima keep that belly full of dick and babies." I spoke truthfully.

"You're not about to home body me." She rolled her eyes.

"Yes I am, you're about to stay home and look pretty." I told her.

"All while making no money."

"I can give you however much you'd like." I smirked.

"No Kross." She chuckled.

"Can you make tacos?" I asked her.

"Hispanic or American?" She asked.

"Black American."

"Boy whatever." She said walking to the kitchen in her bikini.

"Yara you gonna definitely stay pregnant looking like this around this motherfucker." I told her watching her ass bounce.

"No you're just always horny because you're the one working for your nut, you have to let me get it instead of you." She smirked pulling out the ingredients.

"What you mean by that?" I asked.

"You like to fuck me to get it out when you're supposed to let me fuck you to get it out."

"Because I'm afraid if you keep fucking me I might die from a heart attack. Your pussy is so good Yara, and then you're a good hearted and intelligent woman. Shitttt." I looked down feeling myself rock.

"Is it me or my body?" She asked.

"It's definitely you because your pussy could be good as fuck and if I'm not connected like this then I wouldn't want you."

Wrapping my arms around her I kissed her cheek.

"Don't worry mama it's gonna be okay, just be patient and let me attempt to be there."