1. Sovereign aka Queen, Martinez #2
You could literally smell the aroma of different foods being cooked.
I think the main reason, I gained a lot of respect was because I didn’t have the heart of my gang doing average gang-banging shit.
They assisted in anyway possible when it came to elders and women.
I had them cooking up and bagging shit in the hood.
If we had local crackheads that wanted to cop, I had men for that.
More importantly, my drugs went to suburban rich areas.
It was the main reason why I didn’t too much care for the other thugs that called themselves getting money.
Pouring drugs into their community to make us go up against one another.
Anybody that stepped on my toes, had to answer to me.
So far, I kept a low profile, and I wasn’t as flashy.
To be honest a lot of people didn’t even believe that I was the head bitch in charge.
In their eyes, I was a stupid bitch running my man operation.
I let them think whatever it was they needed to think to keep the pigs off my ass.
To further make what they thought to be true in their dumb brains, I purchased a store and named it Sovereignty’s after my mom.
It was for dermatologists and estheticians; I actually loved popping pimples but didn’t have the time to go get me a degree.
I would spend a lot of time there whenever I had free time to do so.
To most, I looked like a pretty ass chubby chick, I took more after my mother looks.
My skin tone was a toffee color. What really gave my mixed race away was my hair type.
It came straight from my father’s side. My sister, Empress, looked and could pass for full Mexican.
She was the spitting image of my father, and she ended up being tall and thin.
I was short standing at five feet, I had thick thighs, a stomach and double-D titties.
My weight was well portioned, I wasn’t sloppy fat.
Pulling out my second set of keys, I let myself in, giving Murk’um and my sister a simple head nod as they sat on the couch pushing money through the money counting machine that sat on the coffee table.
I turned back around to the door and locked all five locks that was attached and closed the security gate that they had opened which pissed me the fuck off, instantly.
“Why the fuck is this open?” I looked at both of them.
I didn’t feel like dealing with my sister smart ass mouth, so my eyes fixated on Murk’um.
He was chocolate and handsome as hell, the ladies were crazy over him.
He was as loyal as they came but always seemed to get caught up in my sister’s bullshit.
I knew he had a crush on her, but he respected my “No mixing business, with pleasure” rule.
That didn’t stop the two of them being tight, something like best friends.
So, I let it ride, they seemed to balance each other out.
“Sovereign- My bad, I mean Queen… We left the gate opened because we knew you were on the way.” Clapback answered for Murk’um.
My baby sister was indeed my soft spot, I didn’t expose that, but she was the one person that I would risk it all for.
I might have never expressed it much, but I loved her whole heartily.
I made the sacrifices that I did at a young age so that she never had to see what it felt like to be mistreated and handled wrong like I was.
I snapped my eyes to her then back at Murk’um.
“Y’all know that I don’t give a fuck about that.
What if the police busted this bitch down before I arrived?
” I asked and was answered by silence, so I continued.
“This security gate is in place for situations like that. If they were to come, that security gate would give you slow muthafuckas an extra five minutes to get my money to safety. Don’t make this stupid ass mistake again. Am I clear?”
“Yes Queen.” They answered at the same time. To them, I was too uptight, to strict, and maybe paranoid. In my mind, I was only trying to stay on top and ahead of people that could possibly be plotting.
“How’s the dough looking?” I asked them both, this was the moment of truth. If my money wasn’t right today, then tomorrow someone would have to start making funeral arrangements for their loved ones.
“Well, seem like that nigga Flow been skimming. He claims that the college kids haven’t been wanting the pills like that.
Said he had a slow week, so he was short of two thousand.
Besides that, this week we brought in forty-eight thousand.
” My jaw ticked and I instantly started to laugh lowly until it turned into a full-blown laugh.
“Forty-eight thousand? So, you telling me after all that shit that we dished out…Forty-eight thousand close to fifty if Flow wasn’t short of two racks was all we would have made in a week?
My estimation was eighty this week when I gave ya’ll all that shit to distribute. ” I was getting madder by the second.
“Queen, you showing too much love on the product. You need to double up the percentage. Its niggas out here charging triple of what you charging, a double wouldn’t hurt.
” Clapback cut in, I side eyed her. She kept pressing for us to up the price, I was taking it into consideration, but I needed more time to think on it.
I was well known for good pure product for a cheap good price and that’s what was starting to make my clientele expand.
The problem was, I needed more product and at a cheaper price.
“You know, if you stopped running from our Abuela, she would help.” Empress rolled her eyes.
“Bitch, I don’t run from shit. Watch your mouth Em…
you’re pushing it.” I warned as I started to pace back and forth.
I was so close to pushing my money to a little over a million.
It seemed like every time I was close to reaching that goal then bullshit would come my way.
I still had to pay the people on my payroll, including the pigs that turned a blind eye to my operations.
Everything caused a pretty penny when people thought you had it like that.
“My apologies, Abuela has been in town for the past two days. I told you, she is requesting a sit down with you. You know how that shit goes when she feels disrespected. Just hear her out please Queen.” She gave me those puppy dog eyes so I nodded my head at her.
It wasn’t an answer, but it would shut her up from begging.
I loved my Abuela, but I didn’t want to sit down with her.
I knew what she wanted, and I didn’t want to bend on that.
“Murk’um tell Peep, to let that nigga Flow enjoy his Sunday afternoon and evening.
Soon as the clock strikes one, I want him on the nasty ground of my warehouse with a couple of opened wombs.
Keep him breathing, you know the get down.
” He nodded his head as I finally went down the hallway to check on the workers that we had bagging shit up in different rooms. This was my main head quarter, we prepared shit for the new week to come.
The workers that I did have on Sundays got paid extra to work for two to three hours.
This was a three-bedroom fixer upper house, so I bought it for cheap.
My credit was good, so the mortgage was low on this particular property.
My mind went back to Flow, he was a fast talker and sneaky as fuck.
He knew the rules when he copped pills from me.
The rules remained in place for a reason.
A couple hundred didn’t really bother me much.
Anything over a thousand was worth more to me than his life.
No way in hell was I about to let him slide.
It was either he coughed up my two thousand or he would be a dead man walking. No other way around it.
I went back into the front, I recounted all of the money by myself right in front of Clapback and Murk’um.
When I said I didn’t trust a soul I meant that.
I let them count and touch money first. I would always be the final person to get the last count.
Once we were done doing everything that needed to be done, we walked out the house with gym bags.
Murk’um loaded them into my trunk while I stood and watched.
This was the routine that I had become used to.
Murk’um would follow me to my house, and I would store the money in my safe.
Before we would even reach my house, we would detour a couple times to make sure no one was following us.
Once my trunk was closed, I noticed a Lincoln town car pull onto the block with two other town cars close behind.
“Shit.” I gritted not ready to deal with Abuela.