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'Laid up, got me thinkin', babe

Tell me if you with it 'cause I'm with it, babe

I haven't heard from you in a minute, babe'

_-_ 

K I N G

King took a drag from his blunt, exhaling from the side of his mouth as he took another swig of bourbon from his glass. It was Friday and King was currently trying to distract himself from his problems by becoming high.

The cops' interest in him had suddenly piqued as they had begun to circle his traps in the daytime leaving King no other option but to lay low. Which was why he was investing so much of his time at his new club: 'Passion' that would be opening next week.

That's the reason why he was at this club smoking after he had just negotiated a deal with one of his suppliers about his next shipment. The club (like many of his over investments) was a cover-up so that he could filter his drug money in a way that wouldn't look too suspicious. Though he didn't take it too seriously now, King could see himself opening more clubs and making it a chain when he retired from the game. 

Though that wasn't what was on his mind right now.

Colby who was one of his runners had been arrested. He'd had drugs on him at the time he and his boys were arrested. King's drugs. Colby wasn't the only one though, a dozen of his workers had been arrested by the police who were promising them lesser jail time for information on him. He still had to interrogate the men his workers had found yesterday though right now that was the last thing on his mind.

He signalled one of the women towards him taking another glass filled with the dark liquid. Throwing back the drink he ignored the burning sensation as it made its way down his throat. He continued gazing blankly at the vacant dance floor that would soon be filled next week. That's if they even opened.

Quincy, King's best friend since high school, glanced in his direction again. He patted the naked woman on his lap as if signalling her to get up which she did. Quincy nudged their other best friend Donavan who was busy doing lines with two broads on either side of him.

Donavan paused on his second line, he glanced up at Quincy, shooting daggers at him as he finished off the line; wiping off his nose as his pupils dilated under the dim club lights. Quincy nodded towards King who was leaning against the balcony that separated VIP from the rest of the club

Sighing, Donavan finished his last line, unrolling the crinkled $100 and slipping it down one of the girls' bra's before he made his way towards a brooding King. He clapped King on the back; ignoring the way he flinched at the contact.

"You good bro?" Donavan asked, "You've been standing here for 30 minutes." He added, looking out towards the empty dance floor. King nodded, the hazy look in his eyes clearing as he took a pull from his blunt exhaling a thick veil of smoke. His eyes still not meeting Donavan's.

"Yeah, honestly I just want this club's launch to go smoothly." He stated, running a hand over his waves a deep line appeared on his forehead.

"I know, I'm just as annoyed as you are but I'm still trying to relax." Quincy attempted to relate as he joined the two by the railing.

"Fucking hoes isn't a way to relax," Donavan observed, he narrowed his eyes at Quincy over King's brooding figure.

Quincy smirked at him, "It is to me." he responded. Biting his lip Quincy's eyes followed one of the girls who had come over and taken King's empty glasses, presenting him with a new one. She caught Quincy's gaze, a smirk spreading on her face as her hips swayed on her way back towards the bar.

King shook his head downing the new glasses contents.

He didn't know why the two had insisted on bringing the trap hoes with them when they wouldn't even be working at the club. Quincy had claimed they would 'lighten the atmosphere' but all they had done since they had come here was suck off Quincy in the bathroom when they thought King wasn't watching.

Shaking his head at the two, King heaved himself off the railing and walked towards the booth grabbing his coat. He had intended on being home before midnight because he had promised Keira he would come home early tonight.

"And on that note, I'm leaving. I'll see you tomorrow." He spoke, strolling towards the entrance before turning around to narrow his eyes at Quincy who had joined the girls at the bar and was now flirting shamelessly with them.

"Bright and early Quincy! Don't make me drag you from your bed like last time." He warned, shouting over the loud music.

Quincy nodded absentmindedly as he wrapped his arms around two of the giggling girls, whispering alluring words into their ears as he began to lead them away. Towards the bathroom. Donavan acknowledged King as he fished his phone out of his back pocket and began texting someone, a blunt hanging from his lips.

/@/

Keira jumped at the sound of the door banging and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. She sprang up from her position on the couch and paused the Notebook venturing towards the kitchen with her snack in hand.

"King?" She yelled through the desolate hallway as she walked into the kitchen, her eyes landing on her brother's towering frame. King turned around to look at her before sticking his head back in the fridge. Searching for food. Keira shook her head, slipping into one of the high chairs that surrounded the island as she watched her brother pull things out of the fridge knowing he wouldn't put them back unless she reprimanded him.

"There's a plate of lasagne in the microwave." She stated. 

Keira smiled amused as she watched her brother pause for a moment before heaping the things he had pulled out back into the fridge. He proceeded to make his way over to the microwave opening it and pulling the tinfoil off the covered plate before starting up the microwave.

"How's the club?" Keira queried.

King shrugged, "Nearly ready to open." He said simply shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against the countertop watching her with narrowed eyes. As a little boy, King had been the quiet observing one out of all of his siblings - not bothering to speak unless he had to. People thought he was rude and had decided not to speak to him but Keira knew her big brother better.

King's face scrunched up as he watched her dip a pickle in the mint-flavoured ice-cream that was layered in mustard before popping it into her mouth - munching loudly.

"Your disgusting." He pronounced wrinkling his nose in disgust.

Keira paused looking up at him, "Don't beat it till you try it." She retorted, popping another one into her mouth as she purposely chewed loudly watching King's eye twitch in annoyance. King shook his head in amusement - his arms crossed against his chest as he fought the urge to smile.

Although he complained, King loved his baby sister. It was why he had agreed to let her live here until her boyfriend left prison in seven months. Her boyfriend, Tyrell, worked for King and he was one of the dozen who had been arrested for carrying his product on him at the time of his arrest. He had refused to snitch making the court give him seven months in prison since he was only carrying weed, unlike his friends who were carrying cannabis and were sentenced to three years.

After he had been sentenced, Keira had found she was pregnant with their child. At only nineteen and fresh out of high school, she wouldn't be able to go to college until she had her baby and it didn't help that she had no house to live at. Her mother couldn't take her in as her neighbourhood wasn't safe and her father's wife had refused to take in the pregnant child into her home. So King had offered his house for his pregnant little sister.

The two had been peas in a pod since they were little and their older sister Kameron somewhat being an outcast. Though by her own choice. She was the eldest of the Daves children and had inherited their mother's fair caramel complexion and full set of curves, unlike her two younger siblings who had their father's dark skin tone and handsome features.

She had spent her early teens torturing and bullying them that caused a rift between her and her younger siblings, King and Keira that still was apparent to this day. So when she had heard Keira had become pregnant she had laughed loudly and said: 'What took you so long? I expected you to pregnant at 15 with the way you spread your legs around your school.'.

Keira looked down at the trash can and saw a familiar green box peeping out of the overflowing waste can. She smiled at the memory of those delicious muffins she had tasted wishing she could eat them again.

"Thanks for getting me those muffins though how comes you didn't tell me they were on the house?" She probed, watching King retrieve his plate from the microwave.

"Because they weren't." He answered gruffly. He moved to get himself a knife and fork before making his way out of the kitchen just as Keira mumbled under her breath.

"That's not what the note said," A small pout appearing on her face. King stopped in his tracks, moving towards Keira as his 6'5 figure towered over her seated 5'4 self.

"What note?" He pried, raising a brow. Keira frowned as well as she got up making her way towards the fridge where a yellow sticky note was pinned to the steel door. Keira ripped it from its post, slapping it on the table before her brother whose frown had deepened.

Congratulations on your pregnancy, I hope you enjoy the muffins!
Maya x

"It was really sweet, I can't believe you told her I was pregnant." She rambled on from beside him. King stared numbly at the note as he remembered that night and the beautiful girl who had helped him out.

Maya. It was a name that unconsciously made him smile.

"Who is she?" Keira questioned softly, breaking King out of his daze.

"A girl I met at the shop. She kept the shop open so I could get your muffins." He explained resuming his exit out of the kitchen with a nosy Keira on his heels.

"She seems more than just 'a girl'." Keira hinted. She knew there was more to it than her just being 'a girl', she just wanted her brother to admit it. Keira nearly tripped as she attempted to keep up with his long strides.

"I barely know her." He muttered, finally slowing down as a frown made its way onto his face. Keira sighed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as she peered up at his confused face.

"But you could, Omari. Look not everyone is going to be like Quinn. Maybe you should think about dating. Your turning 30 next year - you need to be thinking about settling down." She explained gently, his flinch did not go unnoticed as she uttered the word, Quinn.

King sighed, his hand clasping around the cool metal of his door handle as he turned back to look at his little sister. 

King sighed, his hand clasping around the cool metal of his door handle as he turned back to look at his little sister. 

He attempted a small smile as he let himself into his room. Keira frowned as she heard the click of his door shut behind him. He was afraid, that Keira could understand but wasn't everybody else in the world. Love was a gamble that he had to take and if he was lucky this Maya girl could be the one for him.

Keira shook her head, picking up her feet as she went back downstairs where the sexy Ryan Gosling was waiting for her. Her brother plaguing her mind with every step she took down the stairs.

She knew her brother needed time but what she wanted to know was how much time.

/@/

Not feeling hungry anymore, King placed the now cold lasagne on his coffee table as he stripped out of his clothes. The smell of weed clinging to the expensive fabric. He couldn't wait to lie down in bed and go to sleep yet as he pulled the covers over him sleep didn't come. 

King picked up his phone and began to scroll absentmindedly through it his thoughts on different things.

His club, Passion.

Maya.

The cops.

Keira's words.

Maya.

Maya.

Maya.

He growled out of frustration, his thumb hitting the icon contacts accidentally.

'Maya', The contact read. His eyes glazed over as he thought about contacting her. 'What if she had forgotten about him? It had been three weeks.'.

His heart urged him to say something but his gut told him no.

It was as if something had gotten stuck in his throat as he began typing. He noticed how heavy his tongue felt in his mouth, licking his lips he pressed send.

Hi
888**********

Hey? Who is this?
888**********

It's King.
King

Oh, the one from the bakery?
Maya

Yea, is there any other King I should be worried about???
King

Nope, just you.
Maya

King smiled at his phone, texting back his reply with ease.

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