Page 18 of Hooked On A California Kingpin

What she didn’t understand and what I didn’t understand was that she ignited some weird shit that I couldn’t explain. I dropped it, that feeling was dangerous and something I couldn’t be pondering on. I vowed to never stick my dick inside of her snug tunnel again. I thought about the smart remarks of her claiming to fuck twin brothers and a dark thought crossed my mind. This woman was not mine, she would soon be working under me and paying a percentage for the Syndicate’s protection. She wasn’t even my type of woman, don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen a couple of big girls that looked good and carried themselves even better. Sovereign took the whole cake of that; she looked damn good and dangerous. She knew how lethal she was and what drew me in to her was her ability to keep on fighting.

She wasn’t some delicate bitch that caved in when it came to being pressured. When she looked at me, she had the same stare that I gave plenty of people. In a creepy way it felt like I was staring at the woman version of me. The wheels in my head started to spin, this woman could very well bring millions to the table.

I stood under the multiple jets and lathered my body with soap. When I got to my dick, I couldn’t help but shake my head. My nigga was still hard as metal, the veins and blood pulsed. I grunted and squeezed the tip as I picked up the flick of my wrist and beat my shit down until what felt like gallons of nut spurted out and went down the drain.

When I stepped out the shower, Sovereign stood there with an amused look plastered on her face. I winked and snatched the towel that hung on the rack behind her and walked out the room. Fuck her thoughts, she should learn how to take dick. With the kind of mouth, she had on her, that was a big disappointment, just two minutes inside of her good ass snatch pissed me off. As grown as she was, the huge disappointment came from her not knowing how to relax the floors and walls of her pussy and receive me like a champ.

“The first is coming up.” She said over the shower water.

“Yea.” I picked up the toothbrush and started brushing my teeth.

“So, if you don’t plan on killing me, you need to let me go. I have things to do and rent on some of my properties will be due.” I spit the paste and water out my mouth and looked at her scrub her body. I took in every curve through the shower glass. There was no shame when she lifted her titties to scrub around and underneath properly. Next was her stomach, she lifted what most called a fupa and scrubbed for a while before she washed the cloth off and added more soap.

“You pay rent?” She got quiet and stared at me, maybe she was embarrassed, maybe she knew that I was thinking back to my remark earlier when I let her out of Hades. She was indeed a struggling Queenpin.

“What’s your favorite color, Sovereign?” I changed the subject, since me and her would be doing business, I’d give her some free game on how to easily own all of the properties she rented.

“Why?” She placed her foot on the shower bench and opened her legs wide as she cleaned her pussy.

“Answer me.” This was weird, here I was making conversation and thinking reckless at the same time. I already had my plan outlined; she was coming to Mexico with me. It was going to take more than just tonight to get her on board without a fight. A woman like her felt she was just as powerful as me. Which was cool until I brought her down to reality.

“Teal.” She soaped the towel again and cleaned between her ass cheeks, when she was done doing that, she spun around to get the soap off of her. Sovereign turned her back to the water and bent forward. I looked on like I was being entertained. She squatted down as she leaned forward and reached behind her to spread those ass cheek to wash away the soap. The water cascaded between her asshole and pussy, cleansing her thoroughly.

I haven’t eaten pussy in so long, but the way Sovereign was making sure she was clean thoroughly had me amused and on edge at the same time.

“What? You used to prissy ass bitches that look all sexy cleaning themselves.” She laughed while adding more soap to the towel. “I’m a big girl baby, it might not look all sexy the way I clean this ass, but I gets the job done.” She smirked and turned her back to me. I let out a chuckle and left her crazy ass in the bathroom alone. If it was left up to me, I’d have Sovereigns thick ass thighs sitting comfortably on my shoulder, while I feasted on her pretty fat pussy.

When I got back in the room, I put on a pair of boxers. I eyed the dirty clothes that she threw in the small trash bin and wondered why she had thrown them away. She couldn’t be that fucking bold. She didn’t even know what the fuck I had planned for her ass. For all she knew, I could be ready to throw her ass back in Hades for the night.

I picked up her dirty clothes including her panties and looked at the sizes. I picked up my personal cell phone and put a text message into Kenya. She was my assistant and got paid well to do whatever it was I asked of her. I told her to get my guest a new wardrobe and let her know Sovereigns favorite color along with sizes. Money and power could get your favorite stores that were closed opened and cleared out no matter the time. I paid Kenya well, soon as she got the text, I was sure that she would be slipping on her heels and preparing to do what I said. Sovereign was going to Mexico with me. When we got back to the states, I was sure she would fall in line perfectly with the Syndicate.

I paged my house maid, and she came up with my favorite massage oils. I sat on my chaise and enjoyed the work that Miss. Devriz was giving me. When she got down to my legs and feet, she took her time. Sovereign pranced in like she wasn’t being held captive. Her body was dry, and she had no shame with all her curves out on display standing naked. Miss. Devriz looked up from massaging my feet and smiled at Sovereign who surprisingly smiled back.

Sovereign said nothing as she helped herself to some of the lotion and body oils that Miss. Devriz brought up. When she was down moisturizing her skin, she got in my bed. My whole body stiffened, Miss Devriz stopped her foot massage and eyed me cautiously.

“Continue.” I told her with my back turned to Sovereign. No woman not even Kenya ever got in my bed.

“Hope you didn’t think I was going back in that chamber of yours. I smell too good for that shit. Oh, and I only like sleeping naked. Hope that don’t bother you much.” I didn’t even bother answering her. This struggling ass Queenpin was trying her best to have me by the fucking balls.

Chapter Nine

QUEEN

Who the fuck was this nigga Inferno? From the encounters that I had with him so far, I gathered up that he was really that nigga. One of a kind and that meant a lot coming from me. I knew a lot of niggas coming up, niggas that was rich and came up in the game. Based off what all I saw so far with Inferno; he didn’t just have lots of money and riches. The man was wealthy and smart as hell. Crazy didn’t describe him best, something was really off with him. I never been kidnapped or held against my will. I imagined how his greatest enemies were treated.

One place I refused to go back to was his dark smokey chamber. It smelled so strong and held so many fumes, that I started to hallucinate. I refused to cave in and give him what he wanted. I stayed in that room for far too long. There was absolutely nothing down there but burnt objects and skeletons. I didn’t know if the skeletons were real or just for decoration, but the shit was creepy as hell.

The thing with me, is I was used to being in control. I was a certified man eater, I got what I wanted and made men bow down to me. I tried the same gift of gab with Inferno and that shit came back hard on me. When he entered me all of my senses and sane thinking left my body. It didn’t return until he denied me. Denied me? That shit still fucked with me hard. I tossed and turned in his massive bed and every time I opened my eyes they landed on him, sitting comfortably on his plush black couch with his feet up scanning a magazine like what he was reading was interesting.

A crazy part of me wondered if he would join me in bed and finish what he started earlier. All he did was page his house maid and have her bring up some type of herbal tea that knocked me out. When I woke, Inferno had that sneer plastered on his face. Welcoming me to Mexico a place I was supposed to come to anyway to meet with my Abuela. I kept my cool, I didn’t plan on kicking and screaming, I was smart but outnumbered. There was no point in wasting energy, clearly, he didn’t plan on killing me so that was a plus. Maybe I could use all of this shit to my benefit.

I looked at my clothing and smiled, I had on a teal three-piece pantsuit. The top fit like a bra, the pants were high waist and left a little of my stomach out. I didn’t know what the hell he put in that tea, but I felt well rested and calm. I had a Prada purse next to me, when I went to look in it my cellphone was there and all the belongings I came with. That’s what confused me, I was for sure kidnapped but he didn’t take away my phone, I was still able to talk and communicate with my gang.

Once the jet landed, he stayed seated across from me. I heard him speaking Spanish and could make out a couple of words. I didn’t speak fluently like my Abuela and father. I only knew a couple of basic words. I looked out the window and saw high mountain tops. The sun shined brightly, and flashbacks of my childhood came rushing back to me. My father always loved coming to his country. He took pride when he would tell me stories about being raised out here.

I watched Inferno stand and stifled my laugh. He rocked snakeskin cowboy boots, a Piteado belt with some tight ass jeans that had the bulge in his pants looking ridiculously big. The plaid black and white shirt he had on was unbuttoned showing off his fine ass abs. I just knew the bitches were crazy over him.

“Welcome to Culiacan’ Sinaloa.” He smirked and held his hand out. I stood without his help and made my way to the exit where a black Escalade truck was waiting. Soon as I hit the concrete, a flamboyant dressed man stepped out dressed similar to Inferno. He had a tight pink plaid shirt with suspenders, short shorts on with oil up and down his legs with pink cowboy boots on and a pink scarf wrapped around his neck. He was beautiful as hell with green eyes and long curly hair going down his back. You could tell from his extra plump lips he got lip injections done. Everything about him screamed dramatic down to the way he walked.