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Drug cartels are what made him, but meeting the right woman at the wrong time may have saved him.
Living his best life, Kendall Dupree is on top of the world. He along with his cousins, Emmanuel and Derek, ruthlessly run the West Coast, making enemies along the way. While Kendall is the brain, the negotiator, Emmanuel is the muscle, the enforcer who’s never scared. Their success however wouldn’t be possible without tech savvy Derek who’s just as lethal behind a screen as a hitta is behind his nine.
One enemy and probably the most powerful one is LAPD Detective Javier Devoy. Not only does he uphold the law, but he creates his own using two secrets weapons, his daughter, Cynthia and niece, Saori. While both are born with brains and beauty, their skills exceed the eye moving around silently as trained, professional assassins. When they are not on the job, Saori spends her days working as a nurse while Cynthia attends school pursuing massage therapy. Although Saori made an oath to save lives, she certainly has no issue with taking them either. That is until she is sent in to kill the infamous Kendall Dupree.
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While the makings of a forbidden love affair evolve, Saori’s uncle soon learns that family ties slowly wane when it comes to matters of the heart. Determined to complete his mission, the penalty to pay is now family when the new hit against his own blood, Saori. Eager to help, her cousin, Cynthia finds herself in the line of fire and now no one is safe.
Will Kendall and Saori get a chance to bask in their happily ever after or will family ties override their love? When love seems to be all you have, then maybe love is all you’ll need.
Find out what happens when you’re hopelessly in love with an LA Dope Boy.
Chapter 1: Kendall
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Sitting in the club with my cousin’s Emmanuel and Derek while throwing a stack of ones, fives, and tens at the ass shaking in our faces. We’re currently in the VIP section of Sam’s After Dark Strip Club. These three fat ass bitches were shaking their asses to Magic by Future.
We do shit like this from time to time when we’ve had a good work week or if we want to help a few hoes pay their rent. My family is known in the streets of Los Angeles for having the best quality of drugs on the West Coast. Our shit can’t be matched by nobody. We deliver to people from the border of Canada to the border of Mexico.
“Yo, Ken how about we take these broads with us to the telly and see what they will do for some extra cash?” My cousin Emmanuel asked. This nigga is older than Derek and I, but sometimes the moves he makes will have you thinking ‘this nigga can’t be serious.’ He’s married with a wife and newborn twin girls at home, but he’s out here acting like he don’t know that he has a crazy wife. This bitch is dumb education wise but smart in the streets.
“Naw, bruh you are on your own with that one. I’m about to dip in a few though. I gave these bitches enough of my money for tonight. But have fun though.”
“This nigga always trying to leave some shit early. You would think this nigga 50 instead of almost 32.” Derek chimed his two cents in. He’s the youngest out of the three of us, but he has it in his mind that he can tell people what to do. He’s 29 and smart as hell but doesn’t know how to control his young ass anger. That’s his only downfall. He needs a good bitch on his side to calm his ass down if you ask me.
“Fuck you, nigga. Y’all better be on time for the meeting on Monday.”
I got up to head towards the exit of our section while leaving my cousins to their own agendas. This one baddie stopped me before I could completely walk out of our section.
“Leaving so soon daddy? Do you need some company?” She said as if you could feel the thirst dripping off her every word.
“Naw, I don’t need any company and how bout I pay you $20 to wash the smell of the other nigga’s dick off your breath. You should have more respect for yourself, but I guess if you’re working here, I can tell where your confidence is.”
Her face fell flat because shorty didn’t think anyone saw her giving ole buddy head in the corner of the other VIP section next to us. Then had the audacity to sit here smiling all in my face. I stuck the bill in her bikini top and walked away from her shaking my head. The nerve of these dirty mouthed bitches.
I respect the hustle but I can’t respect a nasty mouth hoe, and I think my cousin Emmanuel recorded that shit. This nigga is so triflin’ sometimes.
Sitting down in the driver seat of my 2017 Chevy Impala. I laid my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes. I brought my hands to my face and let out an exaggerated sigh, thinking about the tasks I have ahead of me.
Before you get too deep in my business, let me introduce to you the hood nigga that I am. My name is Kendall Dupree, and I am 31 years old. I hope to be blessed to see the 32 years young in a few weeks, and I know my cousins are about to have some crazy shit planned for it. I have no kids. I’m not married, and I don’t have a crazy chick claiming me either. I’m 5’11” and weigh a healthy 215. Brown skinned, hazel eyes with a tiny curly afro.
I can’t believe I’m sitting here like a fucking female on a dating site expressing who the fuck I am. My family and I like to call ourselves drug cartel entrepreneurs because we don’t desire to die selling drugs but make enough then at a certain age we pass it down to the younger generation. We serve all your common corner boys and gang members and whoever else looking for the best quality of work. You will always see me with my cousin’s or by myself because out here nigga’s are flaky and quick to set somebody up for a come up. I don’t have time for that because I would hate to put someone’s son on a R.I.P t-shirt with their faces on it. That’s another reason why I don’t fool with unknown niggas.
Starting my car up, I decided a nice drive to my house would clear my mind. A few years back I bought a plot of land and built an apartment complex for low income families. I don’t know what it felt like to struggle, but it hurt my heart to see parents with their kids homeless. If I have the means to help, then I will. I gotta remember where it all started and where I came from. That’s what a lot of these newly rich niggas forget. It’s all good though because I will never forget that the streets helped groom a Black King like myself.
Driving to my house in Inglewood. It ain’t nothing big or fancy but the shit is mine. My dad always taught me to be humble because death doesn’t consider how much money you might have and when it’s your time, my nigga it’s your time. All that other shit you acquired with your money will be here while you’re being lowered in the ground; six feet under. Arriving to my home and the only thing that was my mind was taking a shower and getting in my bed. Fuck the bull shit.