8. Inferno
Chapter Eight
INFERNO
“Kenya, there are no meetings in the Syndicate. Everyone moves how the fuck they’re supposed to.
You’re the major face that plays a big role besides the assistant title and accounting.
You work with the public and you do Philanthropy work.
Why are you sticking your nose in shit that does not concern you? ”
I took a seat at my dining table and gave Kenya my undivided attention.
Too many things had to be done before the night was up and here, I am solving a problem that shouldn’t need fixing.
My syndicate was way different from my father’s cartel business.
I had brutal men and well-qualified women like Kenya Monroe to work in special fields that accommodated my organization.
The Syndicate stretched to different groups of individuals with organizations that brought in a certain amount of money.
We all had a common interest and that was to stay under the radar.
I was the controller of it all and managed to keep shit under wraps like an underground mob.
I constantly gave opportunities to different leaders to make more and have more to the point of them not having to get raped by the police that would eventually lead to the feds stopping their money flow and jail time.
To have that protection, you needed to be a member of the syndicate and pay a good percentage.
“I don’t like that bitch and she’s always looking at you like she wants to fuck you.”
I stared at Kenya with a little bit of shock. Lately, she had been stepping out of her role and it had to be because of the dick that she had been receiving on the regular. I didn’t have time to switch my women out because I was hard at trusting anyone.
“Monroe, Mrs. Glover uses her government job to ship product and make sure it goes untraced for myself and others that are a part of the Syndicate. Soon when I take over the cartel in Mexico, she will be responsible for making sure shit ships around the United States.” I stroked my beard that I planned on cutting down tomorrow.
Standing to my feet, I walked around the cherry oak dining room table and sat at the edge of it.
“Do you think that I’d let you disrespect Mrs. Glover a woman that holds a higher status than you? A woman that is married with kids? Fuck her being married because if I wanted to fuck her or if I was fucking her… what does that have to do with you?”
“Nothing.” She cast her eyes down and I lifted her chin up. I had love for Kenya, she was sexy as fuck and to add to all of it she was smart. I didn’t regret the kind of relationship that we had. My focus was only on one thing, no sexual relations would shift that focus.
“I don’t do meetings unless it is important.
I would hate for you to have to recite rules that I set in place for this organization, Kenya.
Your pussy is top notch and I love how you take care of business.
Never step out of your role are question who I have in place when it comes to my Syndicate. Now let yourself out of my home.”
I walked away from her, there was more that I wanted to say but would let it rest for now.
I went into my office and called my father.
I was set to take the private jet to Mexico tomorrow to sit in a meeting with the new Golden Triangle.
I didn’t want to, but I would do whatever it took to make sure shit was running smooth on my father’s end.
His protection and alliances meant no more stupid hits on his life.
I dared a muthafucka to test me once it was known that I was part of the cartel. If they knew who stood behind my father, they would tread with light feet.
“Heyyy.” A feminine manly tone cooed into the line.
“Put my father on the line.” My jaws clenched.
“Oh, hermano mayor.” (Big brother) he teased. “Is that di way to treat me?” I sneered and chuckled. My brother loved to push buttons that were nonexistent with me.
“Let father know, I will arrive tomorrow.” I hung up, vexed that I had to deal with my brother who was always over the top.
I didn’t have a problem that he was feminine, and my father didn’t care either.
My problem with him was that he liked to project his gay life onto others.
Counting down the seconds, my phone started to ring.
“Hijo.” (son) my father’s deep voice came through on the line.
“Why is Roberto playing on the phone?” I asked making small talk.
“He just misses his hermano.” My father chuckled as I sighed. That meant I would have to deal with his pestering ass my whole visit.
“I will be there mid evening. I’m wrapping up something tonight, so I won’t be able to fly out this late.
” I picked up the picture frame of my mom and kissed it before sitting it back down.
Because of my busy schedule, I hardly had time to see my mom.
It had been three months too long, and when I got back, I planned on spending a weekend with her.
I missed her cooking and all her shit talking.
“Si, it seems to be a small emmm, delay.” His thick accent paused, and the line went silent for a couple of seconds before he continued.
“Martinez, granddaughter will not be attending, so unfortunately the meeting will go on without her, for now.” A huge part of me hoped that I didn’t have to get married to whomever this granddaughter was.
Marriage just seemed to be too far-fetched on my end.
I chopped it up with my dad a little more and ended the call.
My heart never fluttered are skipped a beat when it came to a woman.
My dick only stiffened and craved the hot and tight, silky tunnel of one.
I just hoped whoever it was that I had to marry understood and respected that.
I was going to make it clear that our union was nothing but a front and alliance.
If she was pretty like the woman that I had in Hades locked away from the world until she agreed and got in line.
Then I wouldn’t mind fucking the brains out of a so-called wife.
I had nothing but great fortune and exceptional dick to offer the opposite sex.
Speaking of the Hades side of my house, the warm air covered my skin and the residue smell of something being burned hit my nostrils and calmed me all at once.
I entered my bedroom and walked straight to my walk-in closet.
Removing the frame and then pushing my safe out the way, I unlocked the hidden door that would lead me down the steps of my chamber.
Soon as the door opened, I braced myself for the feisty woman that had piqued my interest a little.
She was a fighter and stood firm on all ten toes.
I thought by the second day of being held in Hades she would surely cave in and fold, but she welcomed it.
She fought me hard each time my hidden door opened.
Although she was no match for me, I loved the hard effort she put up.
Her arms swung wildly as I stepped to the side and grabbed her by the base of her neck. I sunk my sharp pinky nail deep into her neck until it penetrated and put her in shock.
“Simmer the fuck down. If I let you go and you swing again, be prepared to tumble your ass down those flight of steps.” Silence. The only thing that I heard was her heavy breathing.
“I can’t breathe good down here, I need air.” The only light that illuminated the top steps to my chamber was from my closet.
Her soft voice was replaced now with a slight rasp from all the ashes and dust that surrounded her.
I was sure that her throat was burning, and she was in need of a shower and a hot meal.
I wasn’t all the way heartless. I had my guard bring her food and water and I knew the max number of days that she could be held captive in my chambers without collapsing or having major health problems.
“I’m going to let you come out, take a shower, eat and then we will talk business. I’m pretty sure now, you are ready to comply. Right?”
“Fuck you.” She huffed as I squeezed her neck tighter. My dick stiffened against her stomach as I brought her closer. Leaning down so I could speak directly in her ear, I could feel her chest rising and falling and her once steady breathing became choppy and shallow breaths were now being taken.
“I would fuck you. I’d fuck you so good that you’d forget all about your title as a struggling Queenpin.” I looked down and smiled at her clamping her thighs tight. The rebellion was locked into her eyes. I wouldn’t press her any further.
“Try to run and the men outside my door have been ordered to shoot first, then check in with me after,” I warned as I stepped to the side to let her by.
I had been careless with showing her Hades.
No one entered this part of my house or even visited my room.
Anytime Kenya came over she remained on the opposite wing.
Sovereign stood in my walk-in closet as I locked the heavy door and moved everything back into place.
“Come.” I moved past her and went to sit on the chaise in front of my bed.
“Strip down.” I stared at her intently, I tried to read the tattoos that were scattered about on her smooth-looking toffee skin.
The tattoo that stuck out the most was the one along her collarbone that said, "Man Eater.” I stared into those deep hazel brown orbs of hers and also noted the tiny, shattered heart tattoo right on her high cheekbone that must have been easily covered with makeup.
The two tear drops tatted on the opposite side of her face could have meant multiple things.
She had a story and she been through some heavy shit, it was the main reason why she didn’t act like a damsel in distress being snatched up by me.
She didn’t have an ounce of fear within her.
She didn’t jump at the sound of my voice, and she was currently standing with her hands on her hips like she didn’t just hear what the fuck I just ordered her to do.