Page 35 of Hooked On A California Kingpin

“I see you haven’t learned a damn thing from that expensive car of yours getting burned down to the ground.” She licked her clear glossed up lips. She wore all black from head to toe like a thief in the night, she even had black leather gloves on.

“I’m starting to love your crazy side, Sovereign. Shit makes my dick hard, wifey… its good seeing you. We are expected in Mexico for cartel business.” I sat up in bed letting the covers fall off of me. Kenya moved a little in her sleep, she shifted so much the cover fell off her body exposing the fact that she was naked.

“I guess we just gone keep finding each other in somebody else’s bed.” Her brows raised.

“Not us, Sovereign. Maybe me, but not us.” I looked her right in the eye to let her know how serious I was.

“Let me make some shit clear to you, hubby... This shit between you and I.” She paused and pointed the gun between the both of us as I stood on the other side of the bed with my dick bricking up.

“This shit ain’t got no real substance. You ain’t shit to me but a nigga with a nice long dick and thick tongue. You know how to work it, I even got to admit, you know what you doing and you do that shit very well. I can see why weak ass bitches like her, work so hard to gain and keep your favor. But a bitch like me ain’t that impressed, see I got to have my own wings and spread them, can’t no nigga on the face of this earth but my biological dad say they put me on to a damn thing because I worked hard as fuck on my own to gain the status and power. This between us is nothing but business, you might have more money and power, but you will respect me as your fake ass wife. You going along with shit concerning cartel business just like I am. You can never have me by the balls Malice. Just like you have access to pop up on me and throw fake temper tantrums, so do I. So, this is just a lesson being taught to your playing with fire ass.” She stood up and laughed at the sight of Kenya sitting up looking on with wide confused eyes.

“Everybody else might fear you or walk on eggshells with your pretty eye having ass. See me? I’ll eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I’m a fuckin’ man eater baby, watch your fucking moves with me.” She walked out the room, I eyed her curvy ass until she disappeared. Sovereign had me so fuckin hard pre cum oozed out tip of my dick. Sovereign didn’t know how bad I wanted her now. She turned the fire all the way up and I was ready for whatever challenge she had up her sleeves.

“Why the fuck was she in my house Inferno?” Kenya slid out of bed with her arms folded across her perky breast. My eyes traveled to her bald pussy, and I wished it was Sovereign standing in her spot. I said nothing as I walked away and went to the bathroom to throw water on my face. Ignoring Kenya was the best thing to do right now. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

Kenya just couldn’t mind her business though, she stood by the bathroom door watching me intently.

“Did you hear me Inferno? Why the fuck was she here?”

“Lower your voice and stop asking me questions where I pay bills at. She is my wife; she doesn’t need a reason to pop up. I’m about to get ready to go. Do you need something from me or are you going to keep asking stupid questions Kenya?” I turned the water off and eyed her. She turned around and I shook my head at her. If she wanted some dick now was her chance to make that shit, clear while my dick was still rock hard from Sovereign. I repeated myself one last time.

“You want something Kenya?”

“Yes, I do Malice! I want something that will last forever.” She wiped at some of the big crocodile tears that came down her pretty face. Maybe Kenya Monroe should have been that girl for me. The one I should have married and placed high on a pedestal. She was smart, always ready, and willing. Kenya didn’t talk back; she went hard for me and my syndicate. If it wasn’t for her a lot of shit wouldn’t have been as smooth as it was. I couldn’t force myself to fall in love with her and give her something that I didn’t want with her. The spark that I had with Sovereign in just a short time frame was never there for me with Kenya. I don’t think a woman has ever held my attention like Sovereign did. It was something about Sovereign that made me want to keep her very close to me.

I constantly tried to keep fucking on Kenya whenever I had the opportunity as well as Mi’elle. They were of my connivence, and I was a busy man that still had sexual needs. Never have I ever tried to readjust my business to create time for a woman. Time to spy and pop up on a woman that I didn’t know too much about besides the stupid background check I did on her. I knew it was more to Sovereign’s life to make her the cold standoffish female she was, but I wanted her to open up to me on her own timing. When I was handling business, I thought of Sovereign wishing I could be a fly on the wall to see what the fuck she was doing when I wasn’t with her. Sovereign was very intriguing, sexy as fuck and she matched me well.

Sovereign was a power driven, ten toes down hustler and I loved that shit about her. A woman that wasn’t a damsel in distress. Sovereign didn’t mind getting her hands dirty and placing her feet down to the dirt to put in that real street work. I was so used to sensing fear from people being intimidated by me, when the first encounter from Sovereign showed me that I indeed made her break out and sweat. The fear was nonexistent within her, and I couldn’t do shit but respect that shit.

“We do everything together already. I won’t smother you. I just want to be the girl for you Inferno.”

“All I can give you is nothing. Because nothing last forever Kenya. If you can’t accept the nothing that I have then you are always free to find a man that can give you that something. I have a wife; my duty is to remain with her. I’ll see you at next months meeting.” I walked away from her because I did care for her. I hated to see her so caught up on me. I was definitely not the man for Kenya Monroe. The best thing she could do for herself from here on out was to find another man to become obsessed over.

I knew what it felt like now to like someone and not be sure if they liked you the same. To lay in bed thinking of that special person wishing you can get them to act right. Becoming so selfish that it was sickening. In my dark ass mind, I didn’t want anyone touching Sovereign. I wanted to be the only man to feel, touch, taste and hear her. I wanted to make her smile, cry, be happy and angry. I wanted all of that shit. Rather she wanted it or not. She didn’t have a choice. I made up my mind that this marriage shit could work in both of our favor. I was still selfish thinking that maybe I could still keep all the women I was fucking satisfied. Kenya and Mi’elle were free to do them, I didn’t care what or who they did as long as they stayed clean and wrapped the shit up. Sovereign I wanted to keep to myself, I knew I couldn’t just tuck her away because she was on the same power trip that I was on. The only challenge would be getting Sovereign to see and understand that shit.

A random thought of killing Kenya came to mind. I quickly shook it off, but it still lingered. A broken-hearted woman would eventually become bitter and start plotting. I cared for Kenya but not enough to keep her alive to fuck with my cartel or syndicate. Decisions, decisions.

Chapter Eighteen

SOULFUL HURTZ

A slight grin spread across my face as I sat across from Jocelyn watching her look at the menu. We sat in a five-star steak house about to eat some good ass food. I couldn’t believe how things turned from shit to sugar for me in a short period of time. My mom had been proving herself more and more each day. She stepped up with the girls and did her motherly thing with them. It left me a lot of time on my hands to step up with the gang and run things how it was supposed to be ran.

When Queen popped up with all of those drugs, we sat around the plastic folding table with crab legs and lobster tails, along with glasses of champagne celebrating new wealth to come. We had several new stash houses, so I didn’t have to worry about hiding work in the same place that I laid my head at. I called a lot of shots and was still able to focus on school. I couldn’t lie and say that I didn’t want to be apart of school anymore. The way I saw it, in a couple of months things would be set straight for me. We would only make more money as time went on.

I stayed in school because it was my obligation to. I didn’t want to disappoint Queen by dropping out and getting cocky. I was no dumb nigga, I wanted to still go to college and make something of myself. It just became hard to live a double life. I rubbed my hands down my fresh fade and looked at Jocelyn, she looked so pretty and perfect. Her posture was perfect like a model. Today was Saturday and all I wanted to do was spend time with my girlfriend.

It felt like bitches knew I was on the come up, ever since I pulled up to school with my car and Jocelyn big cheesing in my passenger seat. I wasn’t worried about none of them hoes because they weren’t worried about this fat dusty nigga when I was really down bad. All the girls at school did was tear me down when I was already having it hard at home. Jocelyn never did me like that so for that reason alone a nigga was humble.

“We can share a Tomahawk steak and order some sides to share as well.” Jocelyn closed the menu and looked up at me smiling. She was like a fresh breath of air, it made me happy just knowing she was happy with me.

“We ain’t got to share shit Jah. Order what you want, I told you I was treating you today for your birthday.” I got excited with the thought of her finally turning eighteen. I planned on leaving this restaurant and going home to get a change of clothes then taking her fine ass to a nice hotel and laying her down. I wasn’t no virgin nigga; I had been fucking grown bitches since I was fifteen. Grown bitches were different, they didn’t care about how I looked. They didn’t see the bumps on my face and laugh. Their eyes traveled right down to my raggedy gray sweatpants and the big ass print that I had. I was packing and had a lot of dick to break a bitch down if I wanted to.

A lot of times the older bitches I fucked on was a means to me and my siblings having a home cooked meal. Thanks to Queen and all the facials and pimple popping she did my face was starting to clear up. I still didn’t feel a hundred percent confident with myself, but I liked the fact that I was now dressed better and all them ugly ass bumps was slowly but surely disappearing.

“I like the new you.” She picked up her strawberry lemonade and smiled bashfully.

“What was the old me like?” I wanted to know her viewpoint on how she felt about me, I knew she always looked my way but could never determine her thoughts about me. I assumed that she too thought I was a bum fat nigga with bad ass acne.