Page 10 of Hooked On A California Kingpin

“You gotta put the work somewhere else Teddy. You can keep it at my house, you just gone have to travel to pick the shit up. How’s football going.” I tried to brighten up the conversation.

“I dropped that shit for now, daycare fees kicking my ass.” My stomach tightened. I knew just how much he loved football. If he wasn’t running down on the young niggas, he had in place to move the work that I supplied him with, he was with his siblings or football practice. Things had to be spiraling for him to drop out and I didn’t like that.

“You know if all of this is becoming too much Teddy, I can hire you here. It might not be the same amount of what you make in the streets, but it will be something. You still got to follow your dreams.”

I was in his position before and didn’t have that much of a choice just like him. I also didn’t have someone like me in my life at his age offering something more than just having sex with stranger men to save up to purchase my first brick of cocaine. I wanted to give Teddy options and was hoping that he could make smart choices with what I presented to him. He only told me what he wanted me to know, and I couldn’t do anything but respect that shit. It was his life and his decisions and although he was young as hell, I still respected him like a grown man because he was mature and moved like one.

“I can’t do that Queen, I got bills and kids to feed. If I can, I’ll get back to football soon. I really want to drop out of school, but I know you ain’t having that so a nigga doing the best that I can.” He opened his eyes a little and stared up at me. I said nothing as I continued to work on his face. We made small talk and when I finished up working on him, I went in my purse and handed him a knot full of money. At first, he didn’t want to accept it, but I refused to put it back into my Gucci bag. Once he left, I used that time to clean my private room. I went to the meeting room and saw that Murk’um cleaned up and put the folding chairs away.

After a long day, I was ready to head straight to the hotel I had reserved. I wanted my niggas to rub my ass and feet and feast on me until I passed the hell out. Yes! You heard me very correctly; I had two niggas, and it was truly worth it. I wouldn’t call them my boyfriends, but they were my friends, and we did freaky shit together. Aiden and Caiden were fine as fuck and paid. They took over the modeling industry all throughout Hollywood. I made a lot of money off of them as well. I supplied the drugs that they needed, and they brought back the cash.

Half of Hollywood was hooked on drugs, especially the models. They wanted drugs to curve their appetites. I met Aiden and Caiden during my teenage years when I was wild and sleeping around to come up out of poverty. We went to school together and reconnected at a wild college party. I end up getting drunk, but I never got to faded to not know what the fuck I was doing. That same night we ended up getting freaky after I told them a wild fantasy of mine. That fantasy was to have a threesome with twins. I saw the opportunity afterward when we would just hang out for fun. They spoke about modeling and the things that went on in that industry and they easily became runners for me.

I stopped dealing with them sexually when I got with Melvin’s bitch ass but never ended my business deal with them. I really looked at the twins like close friends, we always partied hard and enjoyed each other’s company. When I didn’t want to be alone and wanted to call them to hang, they always came running. They didn’t expect much out of me because they still had their own personal lives to live. People on the outside probably viewed us as weird as fuck. Probably thought of me as being a hoe. One thing about having good pussy is that you rarely gave a fuck what people thought.

I didn’t suck dick and the twins weren’t that big when it came to the sizes of their dicks. They were just freaky as hell, and we had a crazy sexual chemistry that I rocked hard with. I enjoyed my body being explored by four sets of hands. Call it what the fuck you want!

In my eyes I had to pay the cost for a long time to get and do just what the fuck I wanted to. I often wondered what my mom and dad would think of me, especially after all the trials and tribulations I went through just to get to where I am now. I hope they understood that I had no other choice. My Abuela was not our saving grace and when she finally decided to find us and help. She had her own personal reasons that I didn’t fuck with. Here it was years later, and I was left with no choice but to comply with her. I needed her back up and her help even though it was hard as hell for me to admit to that.

I had demons that kept me up late at night, I fought hard with them and did everything in my power to stay strong. I wasn’t proud of a lot of things; I didn’t have magic to erase shit that came with the decisions I made along the way in life. I conditioned my brain and heart a certain way to never feel pain unless it was a bullet to one of my body parts. Empress was grown now; I did the best I could to raise her in a way to not act as blind as she did now. She’s the main person along the way that saw how hard we both had it. She saw me at a young age lay down and take dick after dick until it ruined my fucking uterus all for us to have food on the table. Sometimes I sat back and wondered if it was all for nothing.

I did a double-check on the clinic to make sure everything was secure and finally walked towards my car enjoying the night air that caressed my face. My eyes scanned the empty parking lot, I kept my hand inside of my black Nike hoodie and kept checking my surroundings. Usually, Murk’um and Bundy would stay back and make sure I made it to my car safe. Since I dismissed them early, they were long gone. No one was near as far as my eyes could see, but my intuition was telling me that somebody was watching me.

Chapter Five

INFERNO

I stood close to the fire, inhaling it, I almost forgot how many times I coughed and shuddered. My throat burned as my eyes flickered in amazement, I felt like I was in a trance like I couldn’t snap out of this shit. The sight of fire and the way it flickered and burnt slow had all the blood rushing to the tip of my dick. It was time to put this fucking fire out, but it was just starting to bloom the way I wanted it to. Feeling dizzy and consumed with reluctance, I picked up the fire extinguisher and aimed it at the heart of the fire that I had started in my private chambers that was located underground. I called the west wing of my home “Hades”. I loved this area the most, everything was red and black. The smell soon as you got close near Hades smelled like burning wood, smoke, and ash.

Some would say I had a problem, my mom called it Pyromania. My father always backed me up by telling my mom that I was just being a boy and that I would grow out of it. That was a lie because I grew into the shit with no problem. I grew to love and be incited by it. Fire ignited something in me that no one else could. It felt like I had a bond with it, my persona matched it well. Stepping out of what was my chamber, I took the steps as fast as I could to get fresh air from my room.

The steps to get to my chamber was connected to my room walk in closet. I could feel the shift in the air soon as my feet landed onto my carpet and top step. I moved the huge family picture of just me and my parents in front of the door then pushed my heavy ass safe in place. Moving my suits on the rack back in place, I stripped out of the dingy Levi pants and shirt that I had on and tossed them in the hamper. When I entered my room, I instantly could feel the coldness and wind hitting my face. All of my windows were opened, and I was grateful for the fresh air.

After talking with my father and hearing him practically plead with me to fly back to Mexico within the next two days had me feeling on edge. I was always busy, the fact that I had to step up and do more in Mexico would mean more sleepless nights. I was trying to expand my Syndicate past the United States and do more. I didn’t have a problem with running things in Mexico my big problem was marriage. Sure, it was nothing but a piece of paper, but I just didn’t want to be tied to a woman in that way. The only thing I wanted ties with was my money.

After showering, I dressed in all black, the only piece of color that I had on me was a thick Cuban gold chain and a simple twenty-four carat gold watch. I went to my dresser and eyed the different weapons and since Big B would accompany me, I decided on my mini-Flamethrower and desert eagle pistol. As I descended the steps and made my way to the front of my house, I stopped in my tracks to answer my phone.

“Yeah.” I waited for Kenya to say what she needed, it was already seven in the evening, and I still had a list of things to do.

“Am I going to the club with you tonight?” Her soft sexy voice was always good to hear.

“No, I’ll be handling business tonight.” I hung up not waiting for a response. I didn’t have the extra time to hear her breathe and think on what to say to me. Kenya was weird but beautiful as fuck, she knew how to suck and fuck me the way that I liked. She wasn’t clingy and handled business the way I expected her too. I had love for her but that’s exactly where it stopped. The main reason why I treated her with enough respect was because she went above and beyond for me. Sometimes when I looked at her, the thought of her wanting more from me ran rampant in my mind. I hoped like hell she wasn’t thinking about pushing for more, that would truly be the day that I ended our personal close relationship.

The line of business I was in, I only had time to release my nut sack and get right back to business. Big B arrived on time; I shook my head at the tight ass clothes he had on. All the money this nigga had he always dressed tacky as hell. He swore he had swag, but the shit always ended up looking stupid as fuck. He was a big buff ass nigga wearing shit that looked two sizes to small and very uncomfortable. Killa complained all the time about his clothes, but I told him that it didn’t bother me because I didn’t give a fuck what the next nigga did. As long as it didn’t affect my money, I wouldn’t speak on shit concerning the next man’s wardrobe. Big B shook M&M’s in his hand like they were dice and threw them back and started crunching down hard like they were his favorite meal.

“Finish that shit before you get inside my car.” That was the greeting I offered him. Everybody knew how much I fucking loved my cars, the car that I picked tonight was my favorite and the market price was worth over twelve million dollars. It was a Rolls Royce Sweptail they only created five of these bitches. My father gifted me this one for my thirtieth birthday and had it delivered. The fiery candy paint red color made me fall in love harder each time I laid eyes on it.

The breeze picked up and I frowned at that, it should’ve been warming up since it was towards the end of May, summer was right around the corner. With the wind being so ignorant it would fuck with my introduction that I had planned for tonight after leaving the club.

“Killa will be at the club as soon as it opens.” I nodded my head and fired up my engine loving the way it roared to life. The night was still young and my first destination was the infamous café called “Eugene’s Palace.” Things were moving faster then I expected, and I needed a new attorney. A bad ass attorney to make sure that I didn’t encounter any problems with the feds. I liked to stay out of the spotlight and lowkey as possible. I just never knew when a fed was thirsty enough to try and build a case on me. My father had Mexico’s police and the entire system inside his back pockets. I didn’t pay them shit because they had no clue how far my business went. They probably tried to have a good idea, but they would never have concrete evidence with the way I moved.

Pulling right in front of the café, I eyed valet hard then tossed him my keys. Before stepping into the establishment, I walked around my car and eyed the paint job carefully.

“You like fires?” I asked the young freckle face valet guy that held my keys securely in his pale hands.

“No sir.” I watched his Adam’s apple move down his throat as he looked everywhere else except for me. I hated that, especially for a man. If a man couldn’t look another man in the eyes to me, it was a sign of disrespect and weakness.

“If my car comes back with one scratch, I’m going to properly introduce myself to you. Na’mean?” I winked and walked away with Big B right behind me. We walked through a sea of people until we reached the secluded area in the back. It was deserted with just me and Big B. I checked the time and noted that I was thirty minutes early just to see what kind of attorney this was. Sure, if I set a specific time, I expected whoever I was doing business with to arrive about fifteen minutes before the actual time I set.