5. Inferno #2
“I’m a very busy man Ms. Mason. Do you have the retainer paperwork so I can scan it and sign.” Shock was written all over her face, it didn’t faze me much. If she kept acting all surprised and stupid, then I wouldn’t be signing shit.
“Yes, Inferno. I have the paperwork right here. I just like to get to know my clients. I tried researching you and came up empty handed. What exactly am I dealing with when it comes to you?” Now her face was blank, and my sneer of a smile became evident.
“Again, I’m a very busy man that has my hands into a lot of things Ms. Mason.” I looked at my watch then drummed my fingers.
“Okay… so do you need help with copywriting or filing some things?” She was pressing and fishing for more answers than what I was giving.
I watched Big B out the corner of my eye stand right back in his position as the waitress walked up with another glass.
I took my time and took a sip then placed it down.
Placing my elbows on the table I folded my hands.
“I need you to do everything, and when I call you… you better be available for the price that I will be paying you.” I eyed her seriously.
“Absolutely Mr. Ruiz.” I ignored her slipping up by referring to me again as Mr. Ruiz.
“I’m in my early thirties and in another year, I’m well on my way to becoming a fuckin’ billionaire.
It’s your job to keep the pigs off my dick.
Since you’re such a fancy ass attorney na’mean?
” I sat back a little as I took all of her in, I watched her blank face break and go through a series of emotions.
“I don’t work with your kind Mr. Ruiz.” Her lips tightened.
“What’s my kind Ms. Mason?” Her eyes fell on Big B and widened a little. She was now nervous and trying to choose her words wisely. She leaned close to the table and talked in a hushed tone.
“Drug dealers and murderers, I don’t have time for threats and lots of stress.” She sat back and eyed her wine glass.
“I take what I do, very serious Ms. Mason and as my attorney you will soon see that.” I ate, slept, and breathed this shit.
The Syndicate would be legendary, it went beyond the petty drugs and all the other bullshit that dumb niggas went after.
Sure, the drugs was what made the money, but my hands were twisted into so many other things.
All my time was dedicated to bettering my organization and making things better.
I wanted to give more opportunities to the less fortunate.
California was expensive and there were so many homeless mothers and men that wasn’t born with the same golden spoon that I had.
Everyone on my team equally brought something to the table, of course I was the mastermind. I was ready to expand and bring the Syndicate to Mexico and expand even bigger. If I had my way in a couple of years, I would be the backbone of all illegal and legal activities.
“Ms. Mason, I think we are getting off on the wrong foot sweetheart.” I made my tone sound more welcoming.
“I’m into creating new opportunities for everyone, you see my business is expanding in ways that you wouldn’t be able to comprehend.” I already made up my mind that she was the one for this job and I wasn’t about to take more time by trying to meet with another attorney.
“How about we not make assumptions about each other and start this meeting over.” I didn’t want to restart the meeting but again, I was ready to sign the retainer papers and get the fuck out of this place. I had already spent enough time here to begin with. I had other things to do.
I sat with her for another hour and finally went to meet with a crew that had got in line with my syndicate.
By the time I arrived at the club, I had a lit blunt dangling between my lips.
My section was already reserved and the only person that would be next to me as I sipped slow and peeped out the whole club was Big B.
Killa and the rest of my men were ordered to spread out and act as if I was nonexistent.
I already knew how my prey looked. I saw her plenty of times from pictures and me popping up to her clinic and seeing her in passing.
I had to admit, besides the thick dimes and big booty chicks that I went after she just was not my type.
Me seeing her as she walked out of her clinic without a care in the world had me watching her a little too long.
Her beauty was raw no matter her full figured size.
She looked tasty as fuck and had an innocent aura about her.
That’s what made me intrigued because she didn’t look like the type to fight or even get her hands dirty.
What she was doing was beyond brilliant, no one would ever think she was a drug dealing, gun toting, scheming treacherous bitch. She was dangerous in every sense and somewhat smart. Sex appeal leaked from her pores and her scent was tantalizing as fuck. She looked mixed but mainly black.
“That’s her sister Clapback.” Big B spoke above the loud music as I just nodded my head and looked in the direction.
My men knew everything there was to know about F.Y.F down to the bottom members.
They weren’t as big, but they definitely were rising slowly to the top.
Their leader was the mastermind behind it all.
Clapback was beautiful, she looked like she was fully Mexican and by the way that she was dressed screamed the need to be fucked.
Looking at her told me everything I needed to know, so it didn’t shock me when Killa was able to fuck her and get more information of what I needed to know.
The main person that I needed to lay eyes on hadn’t appeared.
Clapback was the center of attention as everyone cheered her on.
She had her hands on her knees and was bent forward shaking her ass.
The girl was dangerous, and she knew the effect she had on every man around her.
Even Killa looked over at her from his section with hunger in his eyes.
The Dj got on the microphone and screamed happy birthday to Clapback, she held a bottle of Ace of Spades and soaked up the attention that was being given to her. I yawned and looked at my watch. Where the fuck is this girl? It was nearing one in the morning, and she still hadn’t showed her face.
Suddenly the energy in the club changed and all the attention was dragged towards the entrance of the club. I couldn’t see past the big niggas that stood at the entrance but soon as they moved to the side, I found myself readjusting my dick.
“Aw shit the mothafuckin’ Queen up in this bitch!
Blessing us peasants with her presence turn the fuck up and show some love!
” The club held up their middle fingers and cheered.
I looked back at Clapback section, and she was sitting with a pleased grin on her face.
A look of relief was hidden behind that like she was happy her sister really showed up for her.
Queen face was blank as her eyes surveyed everyone in the club.
When she got to the center of the club. “Boss Ass Bitch” remix by Nicki Minaj started playing.
Queen eyes landed on me, and that blank facial expression turned into a slight frown as she took her eyes off me.
She felt something but didn’t know what.
She didn’t know who the fuck I was because I was not known, and I liked it to stay that way.
I stayed out of the spotlight for plenty of reasons.
I took her in and admired her curvy frame and how she executed confidence so well.
She rocked an all-black two-piece skirt combo.
The top curved right underneath her big breast showing off the top of her stomach, the skirt hugged every curve and fell below her knees with a high split on the right.
Her hair was bone straight with a part down the middle falling past her curvy ass.
She had me wondering what the fuck it would be like to fuck a big chick.
I chuckled lowly at my train of thinking and got back focused.
She went and hugged her sister then left her section.
I watched her for a little while longer through my dark Cartier glasses.
She didn’t dance or talk, she sat in her own section with her cup glued to her hands and watched everyone else party and partake in the turn up festivities.
When she lit her blunt, I felt her eyes from across the club.
She couldn’t see me behind my frames, but we were now locked into a stare off.
I smiled at her, and she winked at me and looked elsewhere.
Yea, I was gone have fun with Queen, I planned on breaking her the fuck down and making her submit and get her team on board of the Syndicate.