1. Sovereign aka Queen, Martinez
Chapter One
SOVEREIGN AKA QUEEN, MARTINEZ
Two years later
“Queen? You thought about what we talked about baby?” I looked at Deontae’s handsome face and raised my brows.
“You want a male BBL? Nigga do I look like a sugar momma or a trick?” I clicked my teeth then looked up at the ceiling to see the time.
Today was collection day, I was sure that Empress was already suited and booted with Murk’um making their rounds around the city.
I desperately needed to elevate because the money I spent on a daily kept me under a million.
I wanted a few M’s in my safe for security.
The people that I had running traps and clocking in with me ate well.
I wasn’t selfish but it was time to step my shit up.
“Nah baby, they do some sort of ab surgery. Oh, that shit called abdominal etching. Shit ain’t nothing but ten racks.
That ain’t nothing to you baby.” He smiled and I slid out of the bed, still naked and high as a giraffe’s pussy.
See that was the problem, yea, I had dough.
I just needed more. Never in my life have I tricked on a nigga.
This was the exact reason why I linked with niggas away from where I lived.
“Dee, I think you take my kindness and smooth words for weakness. You think, because I’m a fat chick, that I would trick on you.
I knew you were a broke nigga when I met you, driving ya bitch car.
I only got at you because I saw those thick ass lips and wanted to see how they felt between my legs.
” I took a deep breath and sighed. It felt like I was talking too much to a man that I wouldn’t remember within a month’s worth of time.
I walked away and went to start the shower to clean myself up.
Deontae was fine as fuck and a freak nigga.
He was tall and lanky, with thick ass lips that wrapped around my clit like a suction cup.
His dick was average, it was enough to hit my spot and put in enough work.
I made a mental note to stop fucking with random ass niggas.
I didn’t want any attachments to the opposite sex, but I had needs and cravings that only the opposite sex could handle for me.
Today was a different kind of day for me.
I was still mourning the loss of my daughter.
I had to put my feelings to the side in case I needed to kill a nigga for not having my money.
F.Y.F was my organization full of roughneck niggas and bitches that wanted nothing but the money and the street cred.
Fuck Yo Feelings was well known and respected from the suburbs to the hoods.
“Can you at least think about it?” Deontae stood right at the bathroom door, looking pitiful.
“Nigga no.” I stepped in the shower and eyed the gun that I had tucked inside before Deontae arrived.
I didn’t trust anyone, not a soul. That’s how I survived when it was just me and Clapback.
The people that claimed to be there and have my back were now dead by the hands of me.
I didn’t have an ounce of pity in the world for a soul. The world didn’t have one for me.
“By the time I clean my ass, you need to disappear.” I closed the shower curtains and sighed. I was now disgusted with this nigga. I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to beg me like a bitch begged a nigga to be flewed out.
“That’s how you gone play me?” I opened the shower curtains up and we had a long stare off as the water beat down my body. I broke the serious glare and smiled brightly at him.
“Deontae… if you were smart, which you are not. You would have played your cards right and just maybe you could’ve gotten that Bbl that you were just begging me for.
I like my men naturally fine, not enhanced by a plastic surgeon.
” I closed the curtain back up and hoped that he left like he was told.
I hadn’t run across a stubborn needy nigga in a long time.
Deontae was too damn anxious to squeeze me out of money.
There was only one man that I allowed that close to me.
That man was missing from a failed plan and disloyal individuals surrounding me.
I used to want the type of love that my father showed my mom.
That was until I realized that it was a new time in day. The new generation seemed to follow along with what everybody else was doing. Whatever social media instructed them to do, they followed that shit to the tee.
“That shit ain’t attractive Ma, you all aggressive and shit.
You might as well get a strap on and start fucking on bitches.
I mean, a nigga fine as fuck. What nigga like me gon’ fuck with a bitch like you?
You need to start paying what the fuck you weigh and lose that uppity ass attitude.
” I chuckled lowly and winked at my teal beretta.
Opening the shower curtain for the third and last time, I reached for my beretta and made sure to keep it concealed.
“Deontae, it sounds like you’re begging me to fuck you with a strap on.
” I paused and smiled, running my stiletto nails through my scalp.
“Hmm, what color dick you want me to use on you baby. You will get brownie points if you pick teal. It’s my favorite color.
” I winked at him to taunt him since he was trying so hard to taunt me.
Soon as he picked up his right foot to move further in the bathroom, I shook my head no.
“Deontae, don’t cause me extra money baby.
” I really wanted him to think about this shit.
If he took another step, I was ready to blow his fucking brains out.
It was Sunday, I didn’t want to kill on the Lords day.
Deontae was making shit hard. The fee that I would have to pay my clean up crew and the hotels worker to get rid of footage would be the same fee that equaled up to Deontae’s BBL.
“Bitch, the hood might fear you, but I don’t!
You just a regular, smegular ass fat bitch!
Think you too high and mighty!” He picked up his left foot and put it right in front of the other and that’s when I pushed back the shower curtains and aimed for the center of his head making him piss himself and push his long skinny arms above his head.
“Nah nigga. I am high and mighty. They call me Queen which you already knew. The rumors are true. The only time a muthafucka gets to know my government name is when I’m sending them to heaven or hell.
Whichever place you are about to go to, because only God can judge you.
Tell them other muthafuckas that got laid out by me…
. Sovereign said heeeeyyyy.” I couldn’t hold back my laugh as I carefully stepped out the shower.
My body was dripping wet, and I wished somebody could get a picture of me in this very moment because I knew for a fact that I was looking sexy as fuck.
“Queen, wait! I’m…”
Pop!
One shot to the dome. I wished like hell that I could empty the clip in him.
I didn’t want to bring too much attention to have the cops notified.
Then again, they wouldn’t call the cops because in the hood people had fireworks all year long.
With just one gunshot they wouldn’t be able to tell if it was a gunshot or a damn firework.
“You is a sorry muthafucka! Got me killing on the Lord’s day. Now I gotta spend some unnecessary money to clean this shit up.” I spit on him then sat my gun on the bathroom counter to finish my damn shower.
That was niggas for you, they couldn’t take rejection for shit. Yet they loved rejecting multiple women and playing games.
After I showered, I dried off and got dressed.
My hair was still wet and sticking to my damn back.
I made a mental note to have it trimmed by a couple of inches.
My hair was now flowing a little past my curvy backside.
I loved my hair stopping a couple of inches above my ass.
I rocked an all-black Prada dress with the matching black boots.
After making sure all my jewelry was back on.
I went in my Prada bag and sprayed my favorite Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue perfume and applied a thin coat of nude gloss.
Today my curly mane would look wild once it dried up, but I didn’t give a damn.
Excitement flowed through me; I was ready to hit the blocks. I enjoyed watching and making money. I came a long way and although I didn’t consider myself at the top yet because my money needed to be stepped up, tremendously. Muthafuckas still knew not to test or step to F.Y.F gang.
Before leaving out the room, I placed a call to Xavier. When he answered, I said nothing. I hung up which was code and shot him a text with my address and room number. Picking up my personal phone, I wired him eighty-five hundred. He knew exactly what to do to make it all go away.
Valet pulled my teal blue Porsche truck around to the front. I hopped in and pulled out fast. It was already ten am and I knew the block was jumping. Summertime would be approaching soon, to me that was the best time. I made the most money because everybody in they momma name was out and about.
I pulled my Porsche right in front of the trap house that sat a couple of houses down from Rowley Park.
Rowley Park was a neighborhood park that we met up at on Sundays to talk and connect with one another after a busy ass week.
Nobody sold drugs on Sundays. I gave my squad the opportunity to chill and be with their family.
Hitting the alarm on my truck, I walked up the raggedy ass steps and took in my surroundings.
Kids casually played basketball in the middle of the street.
I could see the park directly across from the house I was about to walk into, I was ready to see the amount of money I had.