Kingpin Wifeys Part 4: Jada's Story

By K Elliott

King Pin Wifeys, Part 4 is three times as long.

At the end of Part 3 Jada made a major mistake. Will her lies finally catch up with her?

Sharmari is dealing with major financial issues that will force him to do some things he wouldn't ordinary do to keep up his lifestyle. Will Jada stick by her man.

Also the feud between Chris and Black is getting nastier. Will Lani pick a side? Who will she be loyal to?

Starr and Trey went to jail in part 3. But who set them up? Will they face charges?

In Part 4 K.Elliott takes you on a rollercoaster ride with the usual twist and turns that promises 'drama on every single page'. KingPin Wifeys 4 the best yet!

• Language: English
• Publisher: K Elliott
• Release date: Nov 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311239204

K Elliott

K. Elliott, aka The Well Fed Black Writer, penned his first novel, Entangled, in 2003. Although he was offered multiple signing deals, Elliott decided to found his own publishing company, Urban Lifestyle Press.Bookstore by bookstore, street vendor by street vendor, Elliott took to the road selling his story. He did not go unnoticed, selling 50,000 units in his first year and earning a spot on the Essence Magazine Bestsellers list.Since Entangled, Elliott has published five titles of his own and two more on behalf of authors signed to Urban Lifestyle Press. For one book, The Ski Mask Way, Elliott was selected to co-author with hip-hop superstar 50 Cent. Along the way, he has continued to look for innovative ways to push his books to his fans while keeping down his overhead. Not wanting to keep such valuable experience to himself, Elliott did two things.First, in 2010 he forged his vision of low-cost publishing by in 21 Black Street, an eBookstore to mirror a traditional African-American themed bookstore - except it could totally cuts out a publisher's printing costs.Second, Elliott created the Well-Fed Black Writer, a blog for authors to find life-hacking tips for more efficient, effective self-publishing. The Well-Fed Black Writer includes podcasts, video and blog posts, all to help aspiring authors turn their manuscripts into publishing success stories.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Shamari stood up from the bed, his erection shriveled and only semi-hard. Not because he wasn’t attracted to her, because he very much wanted to dive inside her nicely shaved pussy, but she’d said something alarming, and he wanted clarification.

He said, Babe, what did you say? Who is Craig?

Oh fuck, Jada thought. I don’t know who Craig is. Why are you asking me this?

You said, ‘Craig you feel so goddamned good to me.’

She giggled and said, "I said this head feels so goddamned good to me."

Shamari laughed and said, I thought you were calling me another nigga’s name. With his dick now limp, he eased into the bathroom and peed before cleaning his penis with a towel. He washed his hands and returned to the bedroom. He saw Jada sitting on the edge of the bed with her chin in the palms of her hands.

What’s wrong?

You stopped the foreplay.

I thought you called me by somebody else’s name, and it killed the mood.

Why would I do that?

He sat next to her. Besides, I’ve got a lot on my mind.

She looked at him. Please tell me.

He sighed. He didn’t feel like going into the details of his life, especially details about his drug business.

You never tell me shit nowadays, she said.

He turned away from her and then stood. He grabbed his briefs lying on the floor and slipped them on.

What the fuck is going on, Shamari?

Im’ma tell you. He made eye contact with her. Just give me a chance.

Tell me now, goddamn it.

Well—

She cut him off. Are you going to jail? Did that Tony motherfucker tell on you? She stood and paced. I knew you shouldn’t have done that bullshit. You’re not in the goddamn Mafia. You’ve let this life go to your goddamn head.

Shamari took hold of her arm her and said, Will you shut the fuck up please?

I’m sorry, baby. You know I like to know what’s going on.

It has nothing to do with Tony, he paused then said, well not directly.

Why are you dragging this shit out?

Finances, babe.

What about them?

Financial problems. The money ain’t flowing and there was too much going out, and now, we don’t have shit coming in.

What do you mean?

I’m broke. He paused and looked away. She could tell this was really hard for him to talk about, but she needed him to be forthcoming. She didn’t want to nag, but she didn’t want him to shut down.

He faced her again. Yeah, the money is gone.

I know you mentioned all the money you’d spent on Tony’s attorney about a week ago, but you said you still had about fifty grand.

Well I lied. There was an awkward silence. I don’t have fifty cents, he said.

She stared at him but didn’t say anything.

Shamari continued, I’m really broke. I mean, I borrowed some money, but I have to pay it back. I have nothing personally.

What happened?

I told you what happened! he shouted. She looked sad, almost as if she were about to cry so he said, I’m sorry.

She said, That’s okay. Then she said, If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know. I can sell all my shoes and bags. I know I can come up with some money to help you. I’ve got at least a hundred thousand dollars worth of shoes and shit I don’t wear. Hell, some of that shit, I’ve never worn. And I already told you I would sell the watch.

You would do that for me?

I would do anything for you. Though Jada had been fucking another man behind Shamari’s back, she wouldn’t hesitate to help him. He’d done so much for her over the years that there was no way she wouldn’t help him if she could.

I think we’re going to be okay.

You think?

He laughed, Would you leave me if I went broke?

She said, According to you, you’re already broke. Have I gone anywhere?

She sat back on the bed, her nipples hard. She covered herself with the sheets.

He lay on the bed beside her.

You know I hate when you lay on top of the covers and I’m underneath.

He slid underneath the covers with her. She ran her fingers through his hair and said, What is going on?

The Mexicans cut me off. I have no connect.

So basically, if I did sell all of my things, you still wouldn’t have a supplier.

Things are going to be okay. He said that confidently and she wanted to believe him but she didn’t. He’d been down and out before, and she’d seen him go from nothing to millions of dollars several times, but she wasn’t sure this time. His swag was different. He seemed defeated.

I can’t help but worry. With all that is going on with Tony attempting to murder that informant. Then, the Feds came to pick you up for questioning and now you’re telling me that we ain’t got shit…

Shamari said, I didn’t want to tell you this, but I spoke to Trey and he’s going to help us out.

Who?

Your girlfriend Starr’s man, Trey.

She’s Lani’s friend.

Well I’m going to work with Trey until I can get back on my feet.

Oh, well now Starr is going to be all up in our fucking business.

What are you talking about?

I’m saying she’s going to know our financial situation.

This is hustling. Everybody has ups and downs.

Jada sprang from the bed. This is some nigga shit. I mean on the surface, we’re doing good. You drive a Bentley and now you’re telling me we’re broke. She giggled and then said, How crazy is that?

Yeah! A Bentley that’s about to get repossessed. I’m trying to sell it before that happens.

She huffed and said, I can’t believe this shit.

A minute ago you were telling me that you were going to sell whatever you had to help me get back in position. Now you’re mad. He stood and shrugged, I don’t get it.

I don’t want Starr all in my business. She walked to the other side of the room and opened the dresser removing a pair of pink shorts with the words Love Pink written across the ass. She slid into them, along with one of his t-shirts that swallowed her and covered her butt.

I didn’t want to tell you this at first, but I had to. I didn’t want to keep anything away from you

I’m glad you told me the truth. But we’re going to have to do better. Man, this is unbelievable! We’re living in this big-ass house, driving all these fancy-ass cars, and we don’t have nothing!

Shamari said, It happens sometimes. It’s called hustling.

You mean hustling backwards!

Yeah you’re right. Shamari felt like a complete fool for blowing through all of his money.

We’re getting older. I don’t wanna keep doing this.

What are you saying?

I can’t do this any longer.

But you knew what you were getting into when you met me. You knew I was a hustler.

Yeah, but have you ever thought about doing something else?

What the fuck am I gonna do, Jada? What can I do? I’m a black man with a criminal past. You want me to work at KFC at 31 years old. Get the fuck out of here.

KFC niggas got more money than you!

That’s a goddamned low blow, Jada!

She sat beside him on the bed and brushed his hair with her hand and said. I’m sorry, I’m with you for the long haul, but you got to leave this shit alone. You have to get out of this business.

He stared at her. It’s all I know. I’ve been doing this since I was twelve.

Well, it’s time to retire.

And do what?

You can go back to school.

And you’re going to wait on me to go back to school?

I’ll go with you. It sounded good and she probably could benefit from going back, but she knew she wasn’t going to go back and neither was he.

He placed his hands around her tiny-ass waist and pulled her close to him and kissed her.

Then he stopped and said, Jada, I wanna ask you something.

She kissed him again and said, Anything.

Who the fuck is Craig?

What?

I swear you said Craig.

"I said head."

He unleashed his dick from his boxers and said, Well, since you brought it up.

She laughed before taking him deep into her mouth.

CHAPTER 2

JJada was surprised to see Lani on her doorstep. She hugged her and gave