6. Queen #2
Me being heavy set gave me the body of a grown woman. I shook off the uncomfortable feeling thinking that he couldn’t have been attracted to my fat ass. I saw the women he laid up with, so I shifted my mind to think that it was the weed that had him high. The weed had me high and giggly too.
“You sexy as fuck Sovereign.” He licked those pink lips and my stomach started to churn.
It felt like I had to shit, my nerves got super bad.
Sure, I had hormones and liked boys, I even explored my own body.
I knew that I was still too young for sex so him calling me sexy had me standing up and fake yawning.
I tried to tell him that I was ready for bed, and he shook his head no and went to lock his room door.
Salem turned into an ugly monster that night, making me feel conscious of my weight.
He scared the living shit out of me. Once he revealed how I would pay him back for all the clothes and me and Empress living here rent-free, my heart sunk into my stomach.
Salem’s dick was so huge that it ripped me below and after that, I was fair game in his eyes.
I sucked it all up and forced myself to start liking it even though I hated it.
This was the only way at that moment to survive.
After being pimped out and abused for two years, I saved enough money to run again and never look back.
I never could forget his face, and always vowed to get my payback whenever I did see him again.
“Damn, Queen. You sexy as fuck still.” He gave me a lopsided grin. Once Murk’um got Empress situated in the car, he walked right up to my side.
“We out in the open Queen. Let him live for now.” He gave me pitiful eyes; he knew all about Salem sick ass. I was told that he skipped town when he became wanted by the police for pimping and pandering young girls.
“Yea you right Murk’um.” I licked my glossy lips and smiled at Salem as I lowered my gun. I eyed the back of the parking lot, and no one was around. I was ready to take my chances.
“It’s good to see you Salem.” I turned to walk away, I wanted to get a couple inches away from him because I didn’t need his brains splattering all over my expensive outfit. Once I counted to ten, I turned around and aimed my gun at his head.
“Murk’um wants me to let you live… I think he a lil too tipsy from tonight’s events. My balls hang lower than you and his. See you in hell, sick nigga.”
Pop!
One single shot to the dome had him laid out permanently.
I chuckled slowly then my laughing picked up as I doubled over and laughed even harder.
I laughed so hard tears escaped each corner of my eyes.
I laughed and cried because the night he took my virginity, I got pregnant, and he forced me to get a hood abortion that made me infertile.
He deserved to die, and I was ready to pay out more money tonight to make his ass disappear.
Wiping my face and pulling out my burner phone, I scoffed when I realized that Abeula took out my cleaning crew.
Seconds later, a Lincoln town car pulled up and three men hopped out dressed in black.
My personal phone rung, and I immediately got pissed.
Abuela was watching me, and it explained why I had been feeling eerie lately like someone was constantly watching me closely.
I answered the unknown number and watched two men carry Salem to the trunk of their car.
The third man had his hands tucked deep into his pockets as he entered the back of the club.
“Mi Nieta, still very classless. Ju have a lot to learn. Have you packed your bags to prepare to come to Mexico?” I could hear the smile in her voice as I watched the men cleanse the area of Salem’s blood. Gripping the phone tight, I could feel my jaws clenching.
“Why do you have men watching me Abuela?” I could’ve had Murk’um and Bundy handle this situation. Her having her men help me was putting me at her mercy.
“That’s not answering my question, Nieta. So, I will make it very clear. I will see you in two days. The address will be sent to you tomorrow. Please Nieta, don’t make me come for you.” She hung up and I stood in place for a couple of seconds.
I instructed Bundy to follow me home, I would need him to carry Empress’s drunk ass in the house.
The whole ride home was quiet, a strong headache was coming to the forefront of my head.
I felt like a small burden had been lifted, I laid an enemy to rest and didn’t have to pay out money to make it disappear since my Abuela took care of it.
Something just wasn’t sitting right with her for me, but I had to play along until I found another way to get her off my fucking back.
Pulling up to my house, I instantly frowned.
I sat on my driver’s side behind tinted windows and watched Bundy hop out the car from behind me and approach the same gentlemen that was at the club.
He was standing in front of his double R vehicle with his hands folded in front of him.
Frames hid his eyes but by his posture he was calm.
The men that flanked each side of his pulled their guns as Bundy approached midway with his gun pulled.
The stranger man crossed his right leg over his left leg and smiled causing me to frown.
His smile looked like a sneer, or maybe it just wasn’t a smile.
After watching them exchange words, I watched Bundy scratch the top of his head and look my way.
The stranger kept his face in my direction and in a crazy way it seemed like even when him and Bundy were talking, he looked at me the whole damn time.
Seconds later Bundy approached my side of the car and waited for me to roll down my window.
My stomach felt tight, and I wondered who the fuck this nigga was and why did he feel so fucking bold to pop up at my house.
He wasn’t the only one besides Abuela watching me.
Finally getting it over with, I rolled my window down and just stared at Bundy.
“No mixing business with pleasureee, you remember that, Queen?” Empress woke up at the wrong time. She sat up from the back seat as I looked at her from my rear-view mirror.
“Shut up, Clapback.” I gritted my teeth together.
“Ohhhhh, now I can’t talk. You know Bundy has been in loooovvvveee with you forever.
You two have something going on.” I ignored her and looked Bundy in the eyes.
I couldn’t lie, whenever I gave Bundy my eyes, he always had a hint of adoration in them for me.
Bundy and I was complicated, I never crossed the line with him.
I got close to doing so but ended whatever it was we sparked due to business.
Bundy was handsome and very caring when it came to me.
As far as the butterfly feeling and liking him more then what I was trying to build never happened for me like it did with Melvin.
Hell, I never had the butterflies with Melvin but I sure as hell blindly got feelings for him.
Bundy was handsome, caramel complexion, six feet tall with a Greek built body.
“What the fuck does he want, Bundy?” I got to the point, not really liking the fact that a strange man had me feeling very uneasy. The fact that he was where I laid my head at, infuriated me even more.
“He wants you, Queen. Said he just wants to speak with you briefly.”
“Okay, get Clapback in the house.” He nodded and walked around to Empress side of the car and opened it.
I eyed myself in the rear-view mirror and then reached for the glove compartment and pulled my nine-millimeter out and tucked it behind my skirt.
The cold metal rested between the top of my ass cheeks.
Opening my door, the cold air hit me first. I deliberately took slow steps and stopped ten inches away from him as he pulled his Cartier frames from his face and handed them to the big, tall scary looking dude next to him. He fixated his eyes on me, and it felt like my heart stopped beating.
“Sovereign, pretty ass name, don’t you think?
” I said nothing as he let out a small chuckle.
His voice lacked emotion and his eyes looked magical as fuck.
This man was beautiful with his non-smiling ass.
His eyes looked crystal blue with a dash of emerald-green in the middle, those two sets of eyes lacked emotion as well.
I eyed the burnt mark along his jawline and wondered how he got that.
It gave his handsome perfect looking face a rough-edged sex appeal.
I swallowed down my spit and took in the fact that I was outnumbered.
I wasn’t going to bitch up, if it was my time to go, I was leaving with my chin up.
“You stood in the right exact place that I would prefer you to stand.” That sneer took over his handsome face.
“Oh, really?” I maintained a neutral facial expression. He said nothing as he dug into his black Levi looking jeans and pulled out a match book.
“Yes, Sovereign. Really.” The guy next to him passed over a Cuban cigar that was already cut at the tip.
He began to talk with his cigar tucked comfortably between his thick full pecan and pink two-toned lips.
“I think it’s time, that I formally introduce myself as your soon to be excellency.
Because when it’s all said and done, you will fold, bend, and maybe break like the rest of them do.
They all refer to me as that even at the ending of their run if they don’t comply properly. ”