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If he gave me a baby, that would overjoy me, I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Malice had me ready to say fuck meeting with Abuela. I wanted to see if a baby was growing inside of me. If it was a baby, then I would let Malice teach me how to suck his thick long ass dick as a thank you.

I woke up cranky, Malice only let me sleep for about four hours before he woke me up. It was seven in the morning, he had oatmeal and toast waiting for me to eat. I chased it down with some kind of tea that he promised would help with feeling sick. My body still felt weak, but I was ready to get today over with. I planned on resting once I made it back to Cali. I was literally tired of flying back and forth every other week just to talk face to face with these old school cartel members that didn’t believe in having burner phones or secured lines where you could talk freely.

My Abuela was one of those people that had to talk face to face. I walked with a slight limp and my kitty purred out in pain from the hurting Malice put on it last night. I was redirected by my Abuela’s men that she was inside the sunroom, having her morning soak. I rolled my eyes because she swore that these special baths would help her retain her youthful looks, but she seemed to turn more wrinkled each time I laid eyes on her.

When I walked into the sunroom, Malice informed me that he’d have a talk with Abuela when the time was right, he seemed disgusted with talking to her while she soaked in a milk bath surrounded by flowers. He turned right around and busied himself on his phone. I admired all the different flowers that sat in each corner of the sunroom. Even the garden tub that she soaked in was surrounded by different wildflowers. She had petals in the tub. Cucumbers covered her eyes as she held a champagne flute in her hand.

“Mi Nieta.” (My granddaughter) “You didn’t have a successful mission, I see.” She smiled and sat up a little to take a sip of her wine.

“I didn’t, and I’m tired of playing games with you. I’m also tired of faking shit as well.” Her mouth fell open as I squatted next to the tub, watching her take the cucumbers off of her eyes.

“You killed my mother.” My eyes burned as I stood up and stepped away from her.

“Si, I did, and I was and still am, fucking the man that killed her for me, Mi Nieta. I thought you’d never figure it out.” She smiled evilly as I laughed a little. Pain hit my chest although I already knew the truth.

“Our business, is done. I’m pretty sure we are now considered to be at war.” I never blinked my eyes.

“Oh no, Mi Nieta. We could never be at war, ju see… I own you, you little classless black bitch.” She sat up so fast the milk that she soaked in spilled out from the sides of the tub.

“I own you so bad that if you tried to walk away from everything that I have set in motion, I will destroy you like I did Sovereignty and that worthless ass son of mine who in fact should be happy and grateful that I kept him alive.” She looked so sure of her words that to a weak person it would be chilling. To me it meant nothing because I already knew the truth. She wanted to see me break in front of her, but I would eat glass before I gave her the satisfaction.

“You, Mi Nieta, should thank me too. Money and power of this status gets you the world handed to you. Not feelings and love. You went through what you went through as a young teen to build characteristics. A street thug you became instead of turning to me and letting me properly groom you. You would’ve had a better life if you hadn’t run off. Empress would’ve been better and married off at eighteen instead of fucking your man.” She giggled a little then hit me with a gut punch to the stomach with her words alone.

“I needed to see what had you sisters acting so weak for a man. I fucked Melvin too. I only kept him alive this long because he sexes me better than his father.”

“You’re dead to me.” I hissed with my lips so tight I could feel each crease.

“Si, and you are alive to me. You will thrive and hate me. There is nothing you can do about it. Now that we have that out the way, you need to leave, I need to enjoy my beauty soak. I will call for you to return in a couple of weeks. We will be celebrating my special day.” She smiled wide at me and picked up her cucumbers without a care in the world, placing them back on top of her sagging eyelids she started to hum.

She was so confident and at peace that she didn’t bother to acknowledge me again. I blew her a kiss because really soon she would be getting sent straight to hell. Underestimating me was like underestimating your life expectancy. I was about to make it my duty to send this bitch and her demons straight to Hades.

I don’t know why people thought my middle name was pussy. My mother was sweet as fuck but even she stood her ground when it came to Miguella’s evil ass. I really hated the fact that my mom had to lose her life to this weird ass bitch. When I thought about the whole situation, I felt myself getting sick all over again.

Chapter Thirty-One

KENYA MONROE

We all sat in the meeting room anxious to see our boss. I probably felt more anxious than the rest because it has been months since I have even been able to lay eyes on Inferno. I tried my hardest to place my focus on the syndicate and playing my part to make sure everything was going how it should have been. I even started going on dates with Bundy, but we hadn’t made it to the sexual part of all of our encounters.

“You show look good as hell today, Kenya Monroe.” Killa licked his lips and winked at me. He gave me a knowing look and I rolled my eyes hard at his annoying ass. It was probably obvious that I came dressed to impress. I missed spending time with Inferno. I stopped calling him to show him that I didn’t need or want him. I even tried to give most of my time to Bundy. Bundy was actually a sweetheart and I liked him. He just wasn’t Inferno and that was the only thing I couldn’t push myself to get over.

The problem was when I was with Bundy, I pushed Inferno out of my mind. When I wasn’t talking to Bundy and working by myself or at home looking at Inferno side of the closet watching his clothes collect dust. I laid in bed and cried myself to sleep. It wasn’t to the point of me trying to harm myself, but it was close. I was going through a terrible heart break and nothing that I was trying to do with myself was helping me get over this man.

It was a dull and piercing ache in the center of my chest. It was depleting me; the heart break was so chronic that I couldn’t even think straight. It felt like I had a permanent migraine that wouldn’t go away with pills or any other substance. Today I put pounds of make up on my face just to cover my baggy eyes. I didn’t have the urge to eat and only slept when my body gave in to needing some form of rest.

I was so disgusted with myself that I vowed to let Inferno go. Nobody should feel this way and feel as though it was normal. I told myself every single day to let this man go but my heart just couldn’t agree with my brain. I felt myself losing my mind trying to get myself to let go was the hardest part.

I woke up this morning and put on my most expensive designer clothes, skintight showing off the small curves that I was starting to lose from starving myself to death.

Big B opened the glass door and Killa started to laugh lowly. Big B always had a bad fashion sense. He was a big burly man that was tall and big as hell. He loved wearing clothes that were too tight and he never matched to save his life.

“Bro what the fuck do you be putting on? How do you even get pussy.” Killa clowned because he was just the ignorant prick that couldn’t control himself. Big B flicked him off, his dark black eyes swept the room daring someone to find what Killa said to be funny.

When his eyes fell on me, he offered a sympathetic look and pushed the door back wider for the man of the hour to enter. I held my breath and fixed my posture as I waited impatiently to see his face. Seconds felt like minutes until he appeared wearing all red. He looked relaxed and laid back. Usually, Inferno always looked like he had a million things on his mind. I was begging with my eyes for him to notice me but his blue, greenish eyes never landed on me.

He pulled out his chair at the end of the table and pulled his phone from his back pocket before sitting down.

“Everybody in this room has been doing a wonderful job. I have no complaints and I don’t see the need for any of you to give me an update in this last-minute meeting. Killa and Big B will step up more and be on top of things. I’ll be on my honeymoon for a couple of months.” He chuckled then finally he looked at me for a couple of seconds. His eyes stayed planted on me and it was at the wrong time. My heart was shattering and it felt like he could hear it breaking.