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'I would like to get to know if I could be

The kind of girl that you could be down for

Cause when I look at you I feel something tell me

That you're the kind of guy that I should make a move on'

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K I N G

Maya laughed at the movie Girls Trip, running a hand over Omari's waves as he laid sprawled between her legs on the bed. Omari rolled his eyes. They had watched the movie three times that week alone and he was getting tired of it.

Before he began dating Maya, King would have been at his club or one of his traps entertaining a broad who he'd probably take home for the night as a blunt occupied his left hand. Though since he'd been dating Maya Donavan or Quincy would fill his place as he and Maya would lay up and watch a movie. He didn't know why but he would always find himself wanting to be around her.

Omari kicked the text book that was lying on his leg onto the floor where a sleeping Ralph was dozing. He glanced at the book - sniffing it slightly before curling his paws around his face again. Probably trying to drown out the sound of Tiffany Haddish.

His hand caressed her thigh as he watched the screen idly, his hand itching to reach for his phone and check up on what Quincy was doing.

"I love it when you massage my scalp." He moaned out in delight. His head rolled back against her soft chest - his eyes closed in delight as he enjoyed the feeling of Maya's dainty finger's massaging his scalp.

Omari loved the fact that her chest was large. He had a thing for large girls though his track record would say different. It was something about their softness and tenderness that made him love to lay upon them. That and during sex there was more to grab onto.

King slowly felt the stress of the day fade away as if Maya's fingers were gently coaxing them out of his head. The line on his forehead creased as he thought about his encounter with Quinn. Surely that hadn't been a coincident. For goodness sake she had been parked in his driveway. Though had she anything to do with the people that wanted to take him down?

The man he had killed had obviously wanted to get in his head and even during death his words were still haunting him. He partly the reason why he was in a bad mood. He frowned as he thought about what had transpired at the meeting he had called in his office.

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King massaged his throbbing temple; surveying the room full of men who were heatedly yelling at each other. He had rushed to the trap house and to the meeting room to find his most trusted men sitting around the table as he had asked them to. Donavan and Quincy sat on each side of him.

His head was aching and King could feel a headache coming on.

"Shut up!" He bellowed.

The noise in the room ceased, their eyes were directed to King; cautious of his next moves. King flexed his jaw - running a hand over his hair to ease the tension in his body. He turned towards Donavan giving him a nod.

Donavan stood up, pulling out a small envelope from beneath his seat. King lit up a blunt while Donavan slid three down-faced photo's across the table. Everyone watched silently inched towards the photo's in curiosity.

"What did you find?" King inquired.

Donavan flipped over the picture, "The first one is a worker at one of our traps, Starr." Everyone leaned closer to get a look. She was wearing nothing but a seductive smile on her caked face. King knew her for the trouble she caused around the town. Although a loyal worker, Starr was known for being a heroin addict who put her obsession before the needs of her children.

With his eyes still trained on her, King stated gruffly, "Kill her."

Two of the men at the table nodded, slipping out of the room as they went to fulfil King's orders. The rest of the men shuffled uncomfortably in their seats; knowing Starr's future didn't look bright with what King had in store for her.

"Number two is...Nico," Donavan whispered.

King scrunched up his brows when Connors photo was revealed. He was sitting on the hood of his old Mustang, throwing up King's gang sign. He didn't think Conan could be capable of doing him wrong - although he couldn't say the same for Quinn due to their horrific relationship.

Nico was a boy that King had taken under his wing when he was slowly rising in the game. Nico was his little brother. With his mother critically ill and a deadbeat father - Nico had no-one to turn to but the streets.

"And last?" King bit out, grinding his teeth together.

Donavan glanced in Quincy's direction as if asking for verification. Quincy nodded, pulling a blunt out of his pocket. The tension in the room grew thick with anxious. Donavan flipped over the last one; two brown orbs staring back at them. Her hair was natural and curly as she grinned up at the camera; her laugh caught in a frame.

"Quinn." He stated.

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Omari shook away the memory as he turned around so that he was hovering above Mayalika. She let out a squeal as he ducked - placing his head in the crook of her neck - inhaling deeply. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt his warm tongue lick up her neck.

"Baby!" She squealed, wriggling away from his embrace. He hummed, his mouth sucking on her collarbone, intending on leaving a mark. His moves moved slightly on her silky skin indulging in the smooth texture of her Hershey skin.

"King," She said a little bit harder. Maya could tell where this was going. It started with a bit of playful kissing but ended with her legs in different angles as she screamed out the alphabet. Maya moved abruptly startling Omari. He tried to pull her back but she refused to lay her head on his chest.

She gazed up at him in curiosity, "What would you think about meeting my grandmother?" She questioned hesitantly.

Omari's brows pulled together as a frown settled on his face. His experience with meeting parents was negative and Omari didn't feel like he had the willpower to do it again.

He coughed, "I'm not sure-"

Mayalika cut him off, "Why not? We've been seeing each other for nearly six months." She burst out, "Do you not want to take the next step?"

Maya pulled away from Omari so she could see his face. Omari groaned, running his hands over his waves. He had not expected the situation to escalate so fast. All he had wanted to do was chill with his girl yet here he was sitting on her bed arguing about not wanting to meet her folks.

"Is that what this is about? Taking the 'next step'?" Omari questioned. He seriously couldn't understand where all this hidden hostility was coming from.

Maya huffed in frustration, Omari was blowing it out of proportion - making it seem like she was pressuring him. She rose from the bed walking out into the kitchen. Omari watched her go in anger. He fished out his phone, going onto Instagram to pass the time, waiting for Mayalika to return to bed.

He watched discreetly as she entered the room, slipping into the bed and turning her back towards him. Omari groaned before joining Maya under the sheets, wrapping his arms around her waist despite her protest.

"I'm sorry baby." He whispered.

Silence.

"My dad's having a barbeque on Friday. We could go so you can meet my family." Omari whispered. Maya turned in his arms so that she was facing him. She smiled faintly; laying her head on his broad chest.

Omari smiled, massaging her scalp, he felt her immediately relax. He opened his mouth to say something - what he truly felt but all that escaped his mouth was a silent, "Night."

She smirked, snapping multiple photos of the couple the open curtains as she watched from out in the cold. She was slowly beginning to grow tired of following both of them around town but it all would be worth it - as boss had so perfectly said because (just like her) there were people who wanted to see the downfall of King; the greatest Kingpin of Brooklyn since Zhair.

But not for longer.

And with that thought she smirked, snapping more pictures. Soon, his crown would fall from his head and her boss would rule the streets and King would be no more.

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