30. Sovereign #3
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.