36. Sovereign
Chapter Thirty-Six
SOVEREIGN
Three Months Later
When I woke up this morning in Jamaica, it felt like I was dreaming.
That’s how shit felt every damn morning.
I woke up to a man that I was head over hills in love with.
Malice and I sat under a cabana. I watched him tote on his cigar looking fine as hell.
His mom and dad chased each other on the beach like long-lost lovers.
My eyes traveled further down the sand until they landed on my father.
He was constantly back in forth between here and Mexico.
Empress and my father picked up right where Abuela left off at with the cartel.
He made sure to come to visit me every other month and each time he came he came with gifts and more apologies.
I had to tell him to stop apologizing and just be my father.
What was done was done and I was over everything that had happened to me.
The day Malice set my past on fire was the day I let all of my pain and anger burn right along with them.
I no longer held on to that shit I let it go especially since none of them posed as a threat to me anymore.
This was our third day in Jamaica and Malice made the shit ten times sweeter.
He set up a real wedding with just our immediate family, my father walked me down the aisle and Teddy’s little sisters were my flower girls.
I was so proud of Soulful, he had done a three-sixty.
Got his high school diploma and was now in college.
He took the job for the Green Bay Packers and just like me and Malice had figured they convinced him to follow his dreams. He still was in training but once they saw that he actually had good skills they offered him a spot on the team, and he took it.
I couldn’t wait to see him play. I helped him as much as I could with the girls.
The first time I watched Luv and Passion, Luv pulled that “You ain’t my momma” card and I whooped her little ass and got her right in line.
F.Y.F practically ran itself, I had Killa running things the gang was basically under the syndicate. They were eating well, and I was happy that I didn’t leave my gang hanging. Most of them came to see me at my shop, I enjoyed popping blackheads and giving facials.
“You so damn sexy.” Malice licked his lips as I felt our baby girl kick hard at hearing her dad’s voice. My baby would be due in another month, and I couldn’t wait to lay eyes on her.
“I know.” I blushed, picking up my coconut to take a couple of sips of my new favorite drink.
Before I could remind Malice of what it was we had to do tomorrow morning.
Roberto came strutting on the beach with a whole bunch of company.
I burst out in a fit of laughs as the older people frowned at him.
Their frowns made him switch his hips harder. He had on a light blue bikini with an elephant-looking trunk flapping down his thigh.
“The fuck you staring at, Sovereign?” I laughed even harder at Malice’s jealous acting ass.
It wasn’t my fault his brother was blessed and the flamboyant men he brought to the ocean were just as hung as him.
He had some beautiful women with him too.
Roberto looked like new wealth from a great distance, and I was happy for his crazy ass.
We talked on the phone just about every day, his drama was entertaining but beyond that he was someone that I enjoyed spending time with and talking shit with.
He came into the cartel shaking shit up and I loved how uncomfortable he made certain ones that weren’t secure with their own sexuality. Roberto loved fucking men as much as he did women. He was also a nurturer. For his birthday I bought him an all-pink Ak-forty-seven.
He put his private jet to great use, and I was happy Malice gifted him one for his birthday.
Malice complained the whole time getting his special gift.
He had a fit when I told him that I wanted his brother private jet painted pink with the words “Berto’s World.
” Roberto and a couple of his other siblings embraced Malice and it was a sight to see.
It would take time for Malice to become more open and comfortable with his other siblings like he was with Roberto, but I was proud that my man was even trying.
Roberto was my partner in crime, he put work aside and made time every month to do spa days and just spend time with Malice and I.
Killa and Big B were characters as well and even though Malice didn’t flat out say it anybody close to our circle could see that Big B and Killa were Malice best friends, they were like brothers to him.
When it came to business, Malice was very firm and ran the syndicate with big dick energy.
“I’m staring at the water, damn Malice.” I playfully rolled my eyes at his blazing eyes that stayed fixated on me.
“Get up and let’s go.” I squeezed my thighs together but stood up at his command.
This was the part that I loved. Malice loved staying deep inside of me.
Every time he slid inside, he would stay inside for the rest of the day or night.
He didn’t give a damn if his dick was flaccid and all out of nut.
He kept that shit inside until it woke back up and he went to work every time.
Malice got behind me and walked me toward our private Villa which was in the center of everyone else’s Villa. Each day he had the house butler lay out fresh teal roses just for me to walk on. The roses always led us right to our cozy room.
“We wait until after you have the baby to kill Kenya.” He whispered in my ears. I shook my head no.
“That bitch has been sending you letters every damn week. I’m not waiting we leave tomorrow morning and come back here to enjoy the rest of our honeymoon.” I was set on killing that bitch. I had no problems with no other females. That Mi’elle chick had gotten married to a ball player.
We ran into Mi’elle at a restaurant with her fiancé two months ago.
She tried her hardest to make my man jealous by coming up to our table and inviting us to their wedding.
She even let us know that she was pregnant by him.
Malice and I both fell out laughing and told the nigga to make sure he made her sign a prenup.
Kenya was the opposite; she was still in a mental facility and when she was able to contact people outside of that facility, the first person she called on was Malice.
I was ready to put that bitch out of her misery. She was due to get out of the facility in a couple of days. I had Malice make some calls and already had my medical scrubs and fake badge ready to sneak my way through that bitch to kill her ass.
“Let me find out you got feelings and want to keep her alive.” I teased. Malice was in the middle of taking off his boxers and my mouth watered at the sight of his dick standing up at attention for me.
“Get fucked up, Sove.” He gave me a warning glare that didn’t move me one bit. Malice loved making fake ass threats that just end up getting me wet.
“Okay then, we leave tomorrow morning. Stick to the plan.” It was now my turn to give him my warning glare.
“Bring yo ass here man.” He stroked his dick giving me that charming ass sneer that I loved to see. I waddled my pregnant ass right over to my husband and got the dick that I always deserved. The same dick that got me hooked and sprung off a California kingpin!
The End!