Carl Weber's Kingpins: The Girls of South Beach

by Treasure Hernandez

Genres: Urban Fantasy

Synopsis

Anissa Burke has one goal, and that’s to be the baddest bitch to ever walk the earth. Using seduction to her advantage, she stays laced in designer clothes, in the best homes, and behind the wheel of fancy cars. Things are good, and when Anissa meets a pimp named Leon, he promises to make them even better.

At first Leon treats her like royalty. He tells her she’s better than his other girls and even shows her the game. Soon, though, she begins to see the evil in him take root, and his love turns to brutal blows. Tired of seeing bruises on her skin and giving him all her money, Anissa can’t take it anymore. After witnessing Leon commit a murder, she calls in an anonymous tip that leads to his arrest.

With Leon gone, his spot is up for grabs, and Anissa knows she’s the only one who can step into it. The girls trust her, and under her wing, they become the highest paid underground escort business in South Beach. However, sometimes the things buried in the past can dig themselves up.

When escorts start turning up dead around the city and an attempt is made on her life, Anissa discovers that Leon has been released from prison. With vengeance in his heart, he wants back what he’s started, and he won’t stop until there is no more breath in Anissa’s body.
 

Release date: January 26, 2021

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 304

Sample

“Babyyy!”

Anissa Burke spun around from where she stood in front of the full-length mirror and saw that her cousin Brynn had entered the bedroom they shared. She grinned at Brynn and turned down the music just as Ja Rule began to rap his verse. It was an old song, but it was still her jam and always put her in a good mood right before she went on a job.

“Titty check,” Anissa said, putting her arms up and jumping up and down in her little black dress. A titty check was something they did to make sure that during a job, if they had to fight or even run from the police, their breasts would stay in place no matter what. After a few hard jumps, she looked down and was pleased her double-Ds were still in place.

“Titties checked,” Brynn noted and eyed the dress enviously. “That dress is super cute on your frame. I knew I should have snatched it up when we were in the mall.”

“Girl, you act like you won’t ever be able to wear it. What’s mine is yours, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Brynn rolled her eyes with a small smirk. “Just don’t get any cum on it tonight. How does this red jumpsuit look? Is my ass sitting or what?”

Brynn used her hip to bump Anissa to the side so that she could get a clear view of herself in the mirror. The red really made her plump bottom look like an apple. Anissa observed her big cousin, and as always, she was in awe of her beauty. Brynn had smooth, peanut-buttery skin, and her Jamaican roots showed in her voluptuous shape. She had perky breasts, a slim waist, and a fat ass. She was four years older than Anissa, at 28, but she didn’t look a year over 21. The two of them always kept their hair laid, and that night they opted for jet-black wigs. Brynn’s was cut in a blunt Chinese bob with bangs, while Anissa’s was twenty-two inches with a middle part.

“You know it’s sitting,” Anissa answered her cousin’s question. “Anyways, what did you say these clowns do for a living again?”

“My date is a lawyer, and yours is some kind of foot doctor.”

“Foot doctor?” Anissa made a face.

“You won’t be making that ugly face when that money is in your hand at the end of the night,” Brynn told her with a sly smile.

“Shiiiit, you’re right about that!”

Anissa went over to the brown Birkin bag on the king-sized bed and pulled out a nude lip gloss that would go well with her golden skin. After she put some on, she rubbed her lips together and glanced over Brynn’s shoulder to see her reflection in the mirror.

“Bitch, when are we going to get out of this woman’s house?” she asked and put her lip gloss back where she got it. “We’ve been sharing this room for a year now. I be feeling like I barely have room to breathe.”

“We said we would leave and get our own house when we stacked up a hundred K each,” Brynn reminded her. “A goal is a goal. We just need to be consistent in turning these tricks and stop spending the money we make so frivolously.”

Anissa sighed deeply and looked around the bedroom. It was nice, but she was ready for her surroundings to match the bad bitch she was on the inside. A beachfront home with the perfect view of the water would do her heart some good. The thought of having that one day was what kept her going. However, temporarily she would have to settle for the room they rented from a woman they called Miss Mandy, who, by the way, never missed a beat to remind them that they were in her house. It was annoying, but Brynn was right—a goal was a goal.

Anissa had been working as a high-priced escort with Brynn for the past year and a half. She’d moved to Miami Beach, Florida, from Atlanta after her mother, Diana, died from an overdose on a bad fix. Diana didn’t have life insurance, so Anissa had to spend her entire savings to bury her. After that, she planned on staying in Georgia and keeping her low-paying CNA job to stack back up. However, when Brynn told her she could come stay with her, she jumped at the opportunity to jet to Florida. Anissa knew what Brynn did for work, and at first, she wasn’t for it, but she changed her mind after seeing Brynn’s lifestyle and all the things she was able to afford. Anissa allowed herself to be taught the game.

Brynn showed her how to walk, how to talk, and how to pinpoint the highest-paid man in the room just by his choice of cufflinks. The most important thing that Brynn taught her, however, was to always have an escape plan with that kind of work. She told Anissa that they couldn’t turn tricks forever and that they should always want more out of life, which was why they had a savings goal. The moment they both had $100,000 saved up, they were going to be out of the game. Brynn wanted to open her own hair salon while Anissa wanted to start her own online fashion boutique.

“Shit. We have to go,” Brynn said, checking the time.

The wooden clock on the wall read ten minutes before nine, making the young women put pep in their step. They were supposed to meet their dates by ten o’clock at a place that was forty-five minutes away. Anissa grabbed the silver clutch she would be carrying for the night and followed Brynn out of the room.

“Don’t forget to lock the door,” Anissa told Brynn, glancing down the hallway at Miss Mandy’s closed bedroom door. “I don’t want Miss Nosy to be all in our shit.”

“That lady knows better than to step foot in this room,” Brynn said, but still she pulled her key out and locked both locks on the bedroom door. “Okay, let’s go.”

Their heels clicked and clacked down the wooden stairs as they made their way to the front door. Once out of the house, they decided taking Brynn’s black G-Wagen over Anissa’s Audi would be a better choice. One of her tricks had gotten it for Brynn as a gift a while back, and it was her pride and joy. Anissa got in on the passenger side and instantly opened the glove compartment. She knew that was where her cousin hid the liquor if she had any.

“Ugh,” she groaned and pulled out a pint of Hennessy. “I hate dark.”

“Well, take it or leave it, because we won’t have time to stop anywhere and grab anything else,” Brynn said after she too was in the vehicle.

“Fuck it,” Anissa said and unscrewed the top. She put the bottle to her lips and took a large swig from it, making a face as it went down. “Whew!”

“That’s that shit that puts hair on your chest!” Brynn laughed and pulled away from the curb. “Here, give me some.”

Anissa gladly passed her the bottle from hell and leaned back in her seat to wait for her buzz to kick in. She liked having some of the edge off when they went on dates. It helped her to not be so uptight with her clients. After Brynn was done with the bottle, she put it back in the glove box and connected her phone to the Bluetooth in the car. Suddenly Moneybagg Yo’s voice blared from the speakers, and Anissa instantly sat back up, getting hype. Her body rocked side to side, and she popped her bottom to the beat. She loved R&B, but there was just something about trap music that spoke to her soul. She and Brynn vibed out the entire ride to the meeting spot, singing and rapping whatever song was playing. When the G-Wagen finally pulled up to the address they were given, Anissa saw that they were in front of a tall residential skyscraper that said DYNASTY LOFTS.

“They said we can get a parking pass and pull into the parking garage, but I’m going to park on the street just to be on the safe side,” Brynn said and did a U-turn in the middle of the street to park on the other side of it. “I’ve only gone on two dates with this muhfucka. Make sure you have your blade on you just in case.”

“I never leave without it,” Anissa said and shook her clutch slightly.

“I taught you well,” Brynn noted and sprayed herself with some perfume from her armrest. “All right, let’s get in there before they think we stood them up.”

They got out of the car and crossed the street when there was a break in traffic, but even with cars coming, they didn’t rush. The cars coming their way slowed down respectfully, and Anissa heard a whistle come from a BMW.

“You ladies are looking magnificent tonight! Which one of you wants to be my wife?”

She smiled without looking at the car and whipped her hair over her shoulders as she kept walking. One of Brynn’s rules of being an escort was to always carry themselves as ladies with class. Not only that, but always require those around them to treat them as such. When they reached the tall glass doors, the doorman hurried to open one of them so that they could walk through.

“Thank you, handsome.” Brynn winked at him.

“You’re welcome, ma’am,” he said, stumbling over his words.

As they made their way to the elevator, Anissa could feel his eyes on them the entire time. When they were in the elevator, Brynn pressed the button for the third floor, and Anissa checked her teeth with the camera on her phone. They were white, and there was nothing stuck in them.

“I was hoping we would be at a restaurant tonight,” she pouted. “I didn’t eat a thing before we left.”

“If they don’t have anything there, we’ll make them order us something,” Brynn assured her.

Ding! The door opened, and Anissa let her cousin lead the way since she seemed to know where they were going. The doors in the long hallway were spaced quite a distance apart, and the two of them stopped when they reached the last one on the right. Brynn knocked on the door, and within seconds it swung open. Standing in the doorway, smiling big, was a handsome white man with sandy brown hair. He was fit and looked to be in his mid-thirties. Anissa took notice of the wedding ring on his finger but didn’t think too much about it. Most of her tricks were married or had long-term girlfriends. As long as their money spent, she didn’t care if they had five wives.

“Well, if it isn’t my new favorite girl in the whole world. Glad you could make it, Desire,” he said, calling her by her fake name.

“Thank you for inviting me, Daniel,” Brynn said seductively. “But I would be even more thankful if you invited us in.”

“How rude of me,” Daniel said and stepped out of the way. “Come in.”

When they walked through the doorway, a gust of cool air hit Anissa’s skin. It smelled like hot wings, and her eyes went right to the island in the open kitchen. Sure enough, there was a big plate of hot wings, celery, and fries. Not a five-star meal, but she would gladly take it.

“And who is your friend?” Daniel asked, and she turned her attention back to him.

“This is Genie, the girl I told you I would be bringing for your friend,” Brynn told him and looked over his shoulder around the loft. “Where is he?”

“Right here!” a voice sounded, coming down from the spiral staircase. “I apologize. I was just in the bathroom.”

Anissa was pleased that he too was handsome and had a nice build. He, however, was blond with blue eyes. Both men were dressed in dress slacks and nice button-ups. Anissa’s date had the top two buttons of his shirt undone, giving them all a peek at his broad chest.

“I’m Pete,” he said and shot her a dazzling white smile with a hand out.

“Hi, Pete, I’m—”

“Genie, I heard. And I must say, the name suits you,” he said and looked her up and down, clearly impressed. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” Anissa said, and he held his hand out.

She took it and let him lead her into the large kitchen area. Once there, he handed her a glass and opened a brand-new bottle of champagne. After pouring some in her glass, he poured some for himself.

“We wanted to take you ladies out for a nice dinner,” Daniel said, bringing Brynn into the kitchen as well. “However, Pete here was worried someone who knew his wife would spot him. See, this is his first time.”

“What? We have a first-timer?” Anissa teased Pete. “Well, I guess we’ll have to make tonight extra special for you then.”

“I’m hoping so,” Pete said.

“But first a girl must eat,” Anissa said with a giggle.

The Hennessy she’d drunk in the car had made her hungrier than she already was. Although she could have scarfed down ten wings, she settled for half that and some celery. When she was done, she let Pete lead her upstairs to one of the bedrooms, and he shut the door behind them. He’d grabbed another bottle of champagne, and it looked like the night would be one of the easier ones. She still watched him closely with the bottle of champagne because she would be damned before she got drugged. He poured another glass of champagne, just one, and held it out to her before sitting on the soft comforter on top of the king-sized bed.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said and motioned for her to sit next to him.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Anissa said, obliging him with a smile.

“So, tell me about yourself. Where does the name Genie come from?”

“My name is Genie because I’m known for making wishes come true,” she said, sticking her tongue out slightly before her lips met the rim of her wineglass. She downed the liquid and placed the glass on the nightstand beside the bed. “But me telling you about myself isn’t how this works. I want to know about you, Pete.”

“So, you can make my wishes come true?”

“See? You’re a quick study. I like that,” she said and placed a hand on his leg. “Who exactly is Pete?”

“That’s a good question. I feel like although I’m thirty-nine years old, I’m still figuring that out.”

“Then let’s start with the basics.”

“Okay,” Pete said and cleared his throat. “Well, I am a podiatrist and have been for the past ten years. I’m also married. Daniel mentioned my wife.”

“And I peeped your ring,” Anissa told him and then waved a hand around the room. “If you’re married, and so is your friend, what is this? Some type of hideaway man cave?”

“Something like that,” Pete said with a sheepish grin. “Listen, I’m all for doing whatever tonight, but—”

“Leave everything in this room,” Anissa finished for him with a giggle. “You don’t have to tell me that, but I hope you remember that advice once you’ve tasted me. I don’t like stalkers. Do you have kids?”

“Three. Two boys and one girl.”

“Do you love your wife?”

“Very much so.”

“Then why are you here?” Anissa asked and stood up.

There wasn’t any music playing, but that didn’t matter to her. Her buzz had her feeling herself, and her body needed to move. In front of him, she began to dance slowly and seductively. She turned around so that he could get a perfect view of her round bottom, and she rubbed her hips with her hands. Looking back at him, she saw that Pete’s eyes were on her as if he were in a trance.

“Hmm? Why am I here, Pete?”

“Be . . . because I just need a little bit more excitement in the bedroom,” he told her.

“A little bit? If that’s all you want, I’m the wrong girl for you, because I don’t do ‘little.’ Everything I do, I do it big.”

On the word “big,” Anissa bent over and touched her ankles. She felt her dress hike up and knew that Pete was looking dead at her exposed kitty cat. She usually didn’t wear panties, and that night was no different. She twirled her bottom a few times before standing back up and turning to face him. His breathing had gotten shallow, and by the bulge in his pants, she could tell that he enjoyed her little show. She almost laughed at how easy it was, but she was enjoying being in control too much. She straddled him and ground her crotch into his while leaning into him.

“Tell me what you like,” she asked softly in his ear. “Do you want to dominate me, or do you want me to be in control?”

“I . . . I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I just want to . . . I just want to—”

“You just want to what?”

“I just want to fuck you.”

“All right,” Anissa said and stood up straight. “You’re aware of my fee and requirements, correct?”

“Yes, the money is in the nightstand,” Pete told her and pointed, “along with my recent doctor’s papers. I’m as clean as a whistle.”

Anissa opened the nightstand, and sure enough there was a stack of fresh hundred-dollar bills on top of his test results as well as a pack of condoms. She looked thoroughly over the notes and counted the money to make sure everything was good.

“My fee is five thousand dollars. There is six thousand here,” she told him.

“If it’s as good as I’m hoping, consider that your tip,” Pete said, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Oh, it will be,” Anissa said with a wide grin.

The loud snoring inside the bedroom was what signaled Anissa that it was time to go. Pete lay sprawled on the disheveled bed, completely. . .