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Carl Weber’s Kingpins:
The Ultimate Hustle
Carl Weber Presents
T. Friday
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
About the Author
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Dedications
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Acknowledgments
This book is dedicated to the five most important people in my life, my brat pack: Jordin, Jacob, Jacory, Jakayla, and Jalisa. Please understand that everything I do and every struggle I overcome is so that you guys don’t have to worry about a thing. I love you guys, and don’t ever forget it.
To my Blunt, you have been in my corner and stood by me for the last fifteen years, and although I be getting on your nerves, you never switched up on me. Our bond is unbreakable.
To Racquel Williams, you rock!!!! People always say make your first choice your best one, and I can say making you my first publisher was the best decision that I could have ever made. Over the few years of working with you I have learned so much in this industry. No matter what the situation is, you have had my back each and every way. You have shown me nothing but love, and for that I truly appreciate you.
Jasmine Moore and Jennifer Dinwiddie, I appreciate you two for always being my listening ear when I talk about my characters as if they are real people. Y’all time is just around the corner.
To my Pen Sister Christine Davis, it’s because of you that I’m doing something that I love. I really appreciate you and your grind.
To my wonderful readers and my supporters, I’m nothing without you guys. For the last four years and twenty-five books later, you guys have read and reviewed all of my books, and I appreciate each and every one of you guys. I really just want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. It really touches my heart when I hear some of you say that I have become one of your favorite authors. You all make me keep going stronger.
To my dearest baby sister Amanda Jordin Hollis, my white chick, I love and miss you so much. I swear, fifteen years wasn’t long enough to have you here with us. I’d give anything to hear your voice again.
To my mom Lisa and dad David, I wish you guys were here to see that I’m finally doing something that I love and know for a fact that you two would be proud. I love and miss you guys so much. Please continue to watch over the family.
Chapter 1
“Shot, shot, shot!” Chanel and Nicole playfully yelled over the loud music as they watched and cheered their friend Erica on. Erica was the life of the party as she tossed back three shots of Patrón down her throat, acting like she had something to prove.
No one looking at their table would have guessed that the three young ladies who sat around the booth were all faithful members of Missionary Baptist Church and the main one drinking and partying was the one and only 21-year-old Erica Collins—Pastor Eric Collins’s one and only beloved daughter.
“Whew, that was straight fire. Let’s get another round,” Erica said, fanning her mouth before jumping up out of her seat and walking toward the bar.
Chanel stayed behind, babysitting her cup. Unlike Erica, she knew not to party too hard on Saturdays, especially when they had to be at Sunday school at 8:00 a.m. Nicole, on the other hand, was too busy texting her boo, Mekco. She was secretly ready to go and lie up under him.
Rolling her eyes, Chanel sipped her drink. “I hope we don’t end up having to carry her home. Then we’ll all end up in trouble with the pastor.”
“Come on now, Chanel. Loosen up a li’l bit. She only gets a chance to be free and hang out every blue moon,” Nicole explained, hoping their so-called friend would understand and cut Erica some slack. Knowing she had it the worst of the three of them put together being the preacher’s kid (PK) and all, she deserved a good night out.
Seeing that Chanel’s face was still twisted up in disappointment, Nicole walked off toward the dance floor. Mekco had just texted her, letting it be known that he had just made it. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with Chanel’s negative attitude. She really felt like if Chanel was going to be so uptight that night, then she should have stayed home reading her Bible or something.
Nicole had been Erica’s best friend since the first grade and knew how her life could be with her strict dad. There wasn’t anything wrong with loving the Lord, but Mr. Collins could be a little too godly at times with all the praying and praising. Even with Erica being grown, Pastor Collins was not having his daughter out in the streets embarrassing him or their church family with her foolishness. It was a miracle that he finally allowed Erica to have the little freedom that she had now. Maybe it was because she had turned 21 and he overheard her talking to Nicole about moving in with her. He was scared that he was going to lose his baby girl for good. She still was on lockdown, but not the whole twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week. Pastor Collins had made sure to keep his daughter busy in the church as much as possible.
The days that Erica was allowed to spend the night at Nicole’s house were the most important days of her life. That night was the first night that she had been out in over a month, and she was trying to enjoy herself to the fullest. The only rule that her father had was that she had to have herself in church every Sunday no matter what house she woke up in.
Chanel was new to the clique and had been at their church for two years. They had really just started letting her hang with them and into their secret lifestyle outside of the church. Sometimes she acted like she was cool with them, but tonight she seemed to only be around just to be nosy and to judge them. That was one reason why Nicole really didn’t care too much to have her around. She would have stopped her coming around altogether, but Erica was blinded by her church-girl ways.
As Nicole walked off, she pulled out her phone and texted Mekco. She was ready for him to show his face and handle his business so they could spend the rest of the night together. After she pressed send, she felt someone grab her from behind, their strong arms wrapped around her waist. She was ready to go off until she looked down and saw “Detroit Brick Boyz” tattooed on the guy’s hand. She took that moment to twerk on him so he could feel just what he had been missing since the last time they had hooked up.
“Hey, baby!” Nicole said while turning around and planting a kiss on her lover.
He could tell by the smile she wore on her face that he was missed. “Damn, baby, I missed your li’l sexy ass,” Mekco said, giving her a hug and squeezing her ass. He had played his part in helping it grow, so he had no problem touching what was his, no matter who was around and watching.
“I missed you, baby. Are you ready to go now?” Nicole questioned.
“Not yet, bae. When my bro get here and the crew welcome him home, we getting the fuck out of here. I hope your girl not busted. My man needs her to be a bad bitch like you,” Mekco jokingly teased.
“First off, I don’t see anything funny, boy. You know I don’t hang around no ugly girls, and you already know Erica is not ugly at all. And we ain’t no bitches, so watch your mouth. Anyway, let me get back to my girls. Just text me when y’all about to come over.”
Nicole gave Mekco a peck on his big, juicy lips before leaving him stuck in his nasty thoughts. He couldn’t wait to get her home and make love to his girl. He had been so busy over the last two weeks getting things ready for his homeboy Pierre’s homecoming and taking care of business that he barely had any time to just chill with Nicole.
It was crazy how the two were so different but had fallen in love with each other. Nicole felt comfortable around him even when he was showing his rough side and running in the streets. Something about him being a boss turned her on.
Erica and Nicole came back to the table at the same time. “Okay, ladies, I bought a few more shots for us, but looking around, I see I just wasted my dang mon
Nicole quickly butted in. “No, you didn’t, boo,” she said, killing two shots back-to-back. Seeing Mekco’s sexy ass and knowing what was in store for her when she got home made her want to be drunk. There was something about drinking and fucking Mekco that she loved.
She turned to Chanel. “Come on, girl. You come to have fun or not?”
Chanel knew all the attention was on her now thanks to Nicole. She really wasn’t feeling the night anymore. She looked down at her watch. “Look, it’s almost eleven p.m. We should be leaving now. Y’all ready?”
Nicole gave Chanel a dirty look, then turned her attention to Erica. “Do you hear her? She always flaking on us. I still don’t understand why you hang out with this wack-ass girl.”
Erica tried not to laugh at Nicole’s goofy ass, knowing that would have only egged her on, but at the same time she was right about Chanel. “Nicole, boo, chill out. Please.”
“Come on, Chanel, this is the most fun that I’ve had in months. You don’t have to drink, just chill with us a little longer,” Erica begged.
“Look, I’m not really feeling this tonight. Maybe some other time.”
That very moment Erica started to see what Nicole had been warning her about. “Well, Chanel, I guess it’s a good thing you drove your own car, ’cause we are not ready to leave yet. Bye.”
Nicole giggled to herself as Chanel grabbed her purse and stomped off. Erica didn’t say another word as she picked up Chanel’s drink to finish it off. “Shoot, I’m not about to waste my money.” Both girls burst into laughter.
“I’m glad she’s gone. Things were going to get a little awkward in a minute anyway,” Nicole said, totally trying to ignore the face that Erica was giving her.
“What are you talking about, girl?” Erica asked, confused by her best friend’s statement.
“Nothing, boo. Let’s just chill out.”
“No, Nicole, what you got up your sleeves? Please don’t make me hurt your crazy self.”
“Okay, boo. You know I’ve been dating my baby Mekco for a minute now, right? Well, he’s here tonight with his homeboy, and I was thinking that maybe—”
Before she had a chance to finish her sentence, Erica cut her off. “No, no, no. The last time you tried to hook me up, the dumb boy worked my darn nerves within the first twenty minutes. I’m not dealing with that crap.”
“Please, Erica, you’ll be my best friend for life. Just talk to him, and if you don’t feel anything, I promise I won’t play Cupid anymore.”
Listening to Nicole plead her case, she agreed to at least be nice and have a conversation with the guy. “Okay, Nicole, but this is the last time.”
With a wide smile spread across her face, Nicole looked away from her phone and said, “Good, boo, ’cause they will be on their way over here in ten minutes.”
* * *
“Welcome home!” the whole Detroit Brick Boyz squad yelled as they lifted their bottles and cups in the air. Their old leader had just come home from doing a six-year bid for a drug charge, and they were all there to celebrate with him. Well, all the ones who stayed loyal to him.
After six long years locked up, Mr. Pierre Miller, aka P in the streets, was finally a free man. His boy Mekco had been the one who kept things in order while he was behind bars. Mekco did exactly what he was supposed to do and made sure everything ran smoothly. Most importantly he made sure everyone in the crew ate. Along the way he had to body a couple of snakes, but as far as he knew they deserved whatever came their way.
When P walked out of the prison gates, Mekco had already had a place waiting for him and a ride in his driveway. Their dads had been business partners back in the day, so the two grew up more as family than just friends. They learned as small boys that being loyal should always be first if you were gonna make it in this life.
When Pierre got knocked, Mekco did the only thing that he thought was right. He stepped up and became the leader. He knew his job was to make his boss proud of him.
Mekco hit the streets and collected all the money that was due to P. Instead of putting that shit in his own pockets, he got his boy a lawyer, made sure his books stayed straight, and with the rest, he put the shit up in a safe place. He knew whenever his boy came home, he shouldn’t have to ask anybody for shit. He tried his best to keep everyone in their crew on a straight path. They didn’t need anyone else getting knocked.
On top of Mekco being loyal, P was also loyal. He never snitched on nobody he worked with. He did them six years without making anyone else pay for something they all were on the streets doing. P lived by the Meek Mill lyrics:
Before I snitch they gotta burn a hole in my tongue
Give me a hundred years in a hole on the sun
“Welcome home, my nigga. It took you long enough to get here. We turning up thinking your ass wasn’t gonna show up to your own party,” Brandon said with his words slurring.
P gazed his way and gave him a funny look. Back in the day, P didn’t care too much for Brandon or his stepbrother Brian, and now they were celebrating his homecoming. P couldn’t believe that Mekco had recruited these fools to roll with his crew. P decided not to be petty and just enjoy his night. He gave him a nod and then turned toward everyone else.
Brandon wasn’t a fool, so instead of playing the tough guy, he sat there holding his drink like a bitch. His brother peeped everything and gave his brother a look that let Brandon know he should have said something. Brian hated how his brother was letting muthafuckas ho him.
Looking around at his old crew, Pierre couldn’t help but smile. “I miss y’all niggas. I couldn’t wait to get home and see y’all niggas for real doe. Sad to see a few didn’t make it, but only the strong will survive this game.”
“Damn, nigga, don’t tell me you done got soft on us over the years,” Mekco jokingly said.
“Right, this nigga giving out mushy-ass speeches and shit,” Face added.
Pierre couldn’t help but laugh at his best friend. “Man, fuck y’all niggas. Let’s get some more bottles around this bitch. A real nigga home.”
Everyone raised their drinks again and drank to a real nigga being home.
While everyone sat around enjoying themselves, Mekco pulled P to the side. “Ay, bro, I’ve been talking to this bad-ass shawty who’s over there, and she got her homegirl with her. After six years I know some pussy is what you need. These niggas good over here. Let’s bounce.”
Thinking about what Mekco just said, he drowned his throat with the alcohol, not letting the burning sensation faze him. Standing up to leave, he admitted, “I been around all niggas for six punk-ass years. I see the crew doing good, so yeah, let’s go see these bitches.”
Mekco shot Nicole a quick text letting her know that he was on his way over to her booth. “Follow me, my nigga. They over there.”
* * *
Nicole smiled as she placed her cell phone back into her handbag.
“Girl, I take it your boo on his way. That smile is not fooling nobody,” Erica said.
“I swear, when you’re in love and know that he loves you back just as much or even more, you can’t help but smile,” Nicole bragged.
Erica was happy for her friend and the love that she had found in Mekco. Nicole deserved to be happy especially after her last boyfriend, Denzel, dogged her out. After she dated him for five months, he had her believing that he was the one. But he couldn’t hide his true intentions with her after she gave up her virginity.
“Damn, nigga, is that your girl or is she the one for me?” Pierre asked when he noticed that there was only one girl at the table. He had to admit that baby girl was a li’l cutie.
Mekco smirked. “Calm down, nigga. That’s my fucking wife you over here lusting after. You wouldn’t even know what to do with that. I don’t know where her friend at, but she look just as good with her pretty brown skin.”
P shook his head. He was ready to see what the hype was all about.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?” Nicole asked as she stood up to give Mekco a hug and a passionate kiss. It was like no one was watching the way they showed their affection for one another. You would have never guessed that they were just together fifteen minutes ago.
