Page 27 of Hooked On A California Kingpin

A car that was special and dear to me sat burning and she nonchalantly stood smoking a blunt watching it like she was amused. I had my car shipped out days prior to me returning to Mexico.

The guards that stood on the inside of my house by my two double doors opened it and stepped away. It felt like my whole body was on fire.

When I got outside, Sovereign spread her arms with a demonic look on her face.

“Happy birthday hubby.” She flicked her blunt into the flames.

“I figured since you like to burn shit and pop up on me unannounced fucking with my company. I’d pay you a visit.”

For the first time, I saw my wife for what the fuck she was. I couldn’t speak because I was indeed infatuated with the grand fire before me. Anger thumped through my veins, and I didn’t know if I wanted to strangle or fuck the shit out of her.

Sovereign was bat shit crazy, no one ever had big enough balls to do what she had just done. She looked so innocent, so fucking sexy and thick. Her chubby feet looked good in a pair of Christian Dior flat sandals. Her thick thighs were out, it looked like her jean shorts were basically painted onto her. The crop top shirt was big and loose, showing half of her stomach.

I was utterly speechless; I couldn’t move or say a word.

“You keep fucking with me, Malice.” She pointed her pretty little index finger my way. “This multimillion-dollar home is next on my fuckin’ list. Now, if you will excuse me… I have two niggas back in Cali that needs my attention.”

She walked down the driveway with her own personal guards flanking her sides. I assumed her Abuela laced her with guards since she was out here.

“Come here Sovereign.” I broke the trance I was in and stepped off the steps near the fire. She held the middle finger up.

Sovereign flipped her long curly hair behind her back, she waited for the guard to open up the back door. Once she slid in, she turned and winked at me, then slid her Gucci frames on her face.

My car exploded, the force of explosion had glass particles flying all in my face and scraping my arms as I hit the ground.

I eyed my favorite car and cursed under my breath.

“Maldita Perra.” (Fucking bitch) I got off the ground and told my guards to get the extinguisher to put the fire out. I limped back into my home to get my phone. I needed to call my father and cancel whatever birthday plans he had in place.

This union between Sovereign and I was just getting started. I was more than ready to put her ass in check. Teach her a fucking lesson. She was a wild card, untamable, I accepted the challenge now and was ready to tame her.

Chapter Fourteen

SOVEREIGN

Standing in my Abuela’s garden felt like some kind of fairytale. She had wildflowers that stood tall all around. Like we were in the middle of a big maze. I let her dress me today and couldn’t help but to enjoy the feeling of the teal silk slip that hugged my body. The slip was short, it drifted up to my mid thigh and stopped. My hair was curly and flowing past my ass with a teal colored rose next to my ear. I felt sexy and rich while I held on to my champagne flute letting the flavors of the imported wine tease my taste buds.

My Abuela rocked a similar pink slip that fell pass her ankles. She sat in a folding chair with her legs crossed. I stood close to the folding table and her guards. The big bricks of cocaine stacked into a mountain looked so unreal. One end of the table had at least sixty bricks of pure cocaine. I could step on it five times and it would still be as potent. In the middle of the table were big bags of pills. They looked like ecstasy, but she said they were way better than that and it hadn’t touched the states just yet. On the other end was Herion. I never seen so many drugs in my life.

“Expanding your empire in California would call for extra muscle. You need to talk to your husband about his syndicate protecting you all. I expect you to sit in every meeting for my cartel. You are the new face and new leader. Until I step down fully you will sit in and get to know all these people that serve us willingly. That gives you enough time to get business in California going good and smooth.” She picked up her napkin and dabbed around her mouth.

“Abuela, I can’t express how much gratitude I have at this very moment. Thank you.” I walked over to her and squatted in front of her while embracing her fragile wrinkled hands. I stared at the locket that held my father’s ashes in it and fought back emotions that was rushing fast inside of me. My mother’s locket was inside of my safe. I still felt bitter that a ceremony was not held for the both of them. My Abuela, searched high and low for their bodies. That’s what she told me. By the time she found them it was too late for a traditional ceremony, so she had them cremated. A part of me felt like they never left and that it was a sick joke.

“What’s on your mind Mijo?” I cast my eyes downward.

“I still have an enemy. My intuition tells me he’s closer than I think.” I thought of Melvin, he had been crossing my mind a lot. I didn’t have the resources to find him or his family. After my parents disappeared so did his parents. I was only able to get a little information out of his wife. She was loyal to that nigga and refused to talk.

“Don’t worry about Melvin. That will be handled.” She eyed me seriously.

“It’s personal, I want to be the one to end him when you do find him.” I was getting super excited because my Abuela’s reach stretched far, so far that she would have all the answers within a week or two.

“Thank you, Abuela.” I stood up and stretched a little.

“Si, now back to di product.” She dabbed her face again and I wish I had a towel too. It was burning up in Mexico today. My Abuela’s mansion was old and there were no vents inside. She had ceiling fans all throughout the house, but it blew hot air. So, it was no point in trying to go back inside at all.

“You will take my private jet and take this to the house I written down on the piece a paper that Juan is holding. No one except your husband can know about this house. Inside of the master bedroom will be a big picture frame of your dad, behind that is a safe that’s built into the wall. That’s were all the product and money will go to stay protected. In the back yard, there’s beautiful orchards. They look real but they are not. Tap the space with your foot three times and it will open. That’s your savings a gift from me since you’re now official. I will show you when you come back out here the graves that I have dug with my money underground all around Mexico.” She spoke proudly and talked like it was nothing big.

Juan her close bodyguard handed me an envelope that was pretty heavy.