Carl Weber's Kingpins by Keisha Ervin Page A

by my side, or . . .”
    “Or what?” David Jr. inquired when his father’s voice trailed off.
    “Since you want to prove your independence so bad, you do just that. With no funds from me. No home, no car. I will cut you off and you will see exactly what it is like to be a street nigga.”
    * * *
    The watcher viewed them as they exited Ruth’s Chris Steak House, and then turned the key in the ignition. It was time. Seeing the two men embrace and say their good-byes before they parted ways was almost sickening.
    “Yeah, say your last good-byes. You son of a bitch.”
    Go! Hurry up before you lose him!
    “Shut up!” The watcher hated hearing the mental voice speak.
    Pulling into traffic the Escalade stayed at least two cars behind the all-black Buick. Finally the Buick dropped him off in front of a club and he walked inside alone. Parking the Escalade, the watcher casually reached over to the passenger’s seat and grabbed the 9 mm pistol and wrapped a hand around it. The watcher then reached into the glove compartment, grabbed a silencer from it, and screwed it on the gun. After concealing the weapon, the watcher stepped out of the vehicle and walked slowly toward the front door of the club. At that time of the day it was a restaurant and there were many people there dining in. Giving fake smiles to those passing, the watcher saw him get on an elevator, and then headed in that direction. Looking up at the lights, it was noted mentally that the elevator had stopped on the third floor. When it came back down the watcher got on and pressed the number three button out of all of the choices and hoped that he was there alone. However, even if he wasn’t it wouldn’t matter; nobody was going to make it back down the elevator.
    Ding!
    The elevator sounded when it reached its destination and, when he heard the elevator, King David turned around to see who had come up behind him. He had just opened the door to his office and he wasn’t expecting anybody at that moment. When he saw who it was he held a look of confusion on his face.
    “Remember me?” the watcher said and aimed the gun.
    Pfft!
    The bullet caught King David in his shoulder and knocked him back. When he went for his own gun at his waist he caught a bullet in his other shoulder. And another one in his gut. And two more in his legs.
    “Augh!” he shouted out as he stumbled back into his office. He fell into one of the chairs on his desk. “Wh . . . who are you?”
    “Your worst nightmare,” the watcher said and walked slowly into the room, smiling. “Or your karma. Whichever one you want to call me I’m fine with.”
    The watcher walked into the room and set the pistol on the desk and listened to the sound of King David’s blood dripping onto the carpet. Reaching in the pocket of their jeans the watcher pulled out two sets of brass knuckles and put them on.
    “I don’t know you,” King David said, panting and trying to eat the pain from his wounds.
    “Look closer!” the watcher said and got in his face. “Look in my eyes! Look at my face! Who am I?”
    King David focused his eyes on the face in front of him and suddenly it dawned on him. The resemblance was uncanny. “You!”
    “I am here as retribution for all of those who you crossed. For all you have killed. I am here to burn you empire to the ground! When I’m done with you, they won’t even be able to recognize your body. Just like his.”
    The crunching sound of brass knuckles on bones and painful screams filled the air for hours to come.

Chapter 9
    “I’m having a really good time!” Indigo shouted over the loud music inside the club.
    Some hours had passed since his lunch with his father and it was nice to have a chill, relaxed night to clear his head. He had met Indigo for dinner and then took her to Club Low to end the night with some dancing. She stood before him wearing a sleek sleeveless dress. She wore her hair in four Ghana braids and the makeup on her face was flawless. Even