Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang
Ashley & JaQuavis
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
Prologue
I can’t wait until you come home
I miss you
Don’t be wild’n out in Vegas, nigga
I don’t want to have to fuck a bitch up
Love always,
Six
Free smirked and shook his head when he read the text message from his girlfriend of seven years. Six had been his backbone since he was twenty years old, and they had experienced plenty of ups and downs together. Although he loved Six to his core, in the past he had hurt her more than once with his cheating ways. He was young when they had first met, and it had taken him awhile to learn how to be a good man to her, but from the first day he saw her, he knew that she would be wifey. He knew that Six wasn’t making idle threats either. She had fucked up a couple chicks over him. The last time she caught him cheating, she had beaten a girl so badly that the girl was hospitalized for days. That had been over a year ago, and needless to say, no other chick in Wayne County had tried to come at Free since. Everybody knew what was up, Free was taken, and from that point on, he had been faithful. “She always thinking something,” he mumbled to himself as he pulled the small velvet box that contained the two-karat engagement ring that he planned on surprising her with. Six really didn’t know how much Free had grown. He was ready to make it official. He knew that no other woman could hold him down the way that Six could, and he was ready to make an honest woman out of her.
“You really gon’ ask her to marry you, huh?” Big Lou asked with a skeptical look on his face.
“Yeah, man. She’s getting antsy and shit. She been tripping on me lately, doubting me and all that. She keeps bringing up the past. She talking like I don’t love her. She still thinks that I’m on the same ol’ shit.”
“Nah, fam. Six knows what’s up. Y’all have been through a lot together. You would kill a nigga for her,” Big Lou replied as his New York accent oozed off of every word.
“Yeah, I got a good woman. It’s about time I settled down with her. I’m just trying to make her happy, man.”
Big Lou cracked a smile as he shook his head from side to side.
“What, nigga?” Free asked with a look of irritation on his face. He was trying to keep it funky with Big Lou because he wanted an honest opinion regarding what he was about to do.
“I never thought I would see the day when young Alfree would be ready to settle down with one chick,” Big Lou responded in disbelief.
“Don’t be calling me Alfree,” Free said. He hated his government name and had shortened it to Free a long time ago. He fumbled with the ring box, opening and closing it repeatedly as he felt the plane prepare for its landing. “She deserves this yo’. Those other chicks can’t do shit for me.”
“What about that bitch Asia? Shorty got a fat ass! You gon’ give all that up? Because I’ll step in and hit that since you gon’ be a one-woman man now. I’ll give her some of this King Kong,” Big Lou stated with laughter in his voice.
Free shook his head and replied, “Man, go for what you know. She do have the goods though, but I don’t love them hoes. The only one who matter is Six.”
“Six is a good chick. I ain’t ever met a woman like her. She a gangsta too. Congratulations, man,” Big Lou stated in a genuine tone.
“Thanks,” Free replied as he rested his head against the leather first-class seats. He closed his eyes and thought back to the first day that his world had been blessed by Six’s presence.
Seven Years Ago in NYC
The club filled quickly as New York’s elite walked through the door and prepared to celebrate New Year’s Eve. Everybody who was anybody came out to bring in 2002 with Twin and his entourage. Twin was the most successful party promoter in the city, and he threw the biggest parties and invited all the boroughs. Free and Big Lou pulled up to the crowded club as they watched the line wrap around the corner.
“Damn, nigga! It’s jumping in that joint,” Big Lou stated as he took the safety off his automatic pistol.
“Good,” Free replied as he loaded his .45-caliber pistol with a full clip. He parked his black-on-black Navigator at the side of the busy street, and both men concealed the burners in their waistlines as they exited the vehicle. They walked up to the crowded club and headed toward the front of the line as they prepared to step into the club. They had no intentions of standing in the line. Big Lou had gotten them hooked up with VIP passes, so they didn’t have to wait. Partygoers complained as they watched Free and Big Lou disregard the entire line.
“Hold up, homeboy,” a big bodybuilder-type bouncer said as he held his hand up to stop the two from entering the building. “Y’all see that line back there?” he asked. “Unless y’all got VIP passes, y’all gon’ have to wait just like everybody else.”
Big Lou pulled two orange-colored, laminated passes that had VIP stamped on the front.
The bouncer chuckled and said, “Those ain’t gon’ get you up in here. Those passes are from last night’s event. They ain’t even the right color.”
“What? My man gave me these. What color they supposed to be?” Big Lou asked, getting heated that the bouncer was trying to chump him in front of the crowd of people gathered by the door.
“The only color that matter is green, nigga,” Free interrupted as he placed a knot of hundred-dollar bills in the bouncer’s hand.
“True,” the bouncer replied as he lifted the red velvet rope and let them into the club without even searching them.
“I’ma kill that mu’fuckin’ crackhead that sold me those damn passes,” Big Lou stated as they made their way to the bar.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing. We about to get all that cake from the door. That money coming right back to me,” Free stated. Free and Big Lou sat back and enjoyed the party as they waited for the guest of honor to arrive. Free checked his cell phone and noted that it was only ten o’clock. The inside of the club was already packed and there were hundreds of people still waiting outside to get in. Free’s eyes scanned the room until he found the sign displayed above the door that displayed the maximum occupancy. This nigga is cleaning the fuck up. He charging fifty a head and this mu’fucka can hold a thousand people. That’s fifty stacks. Easy money, Free thought as he felt the cold steel that rested against his hip,