15. Kenya Monroe #2
“Yes, you… You have been staring at me since you walked up, outside the glass door. Tell me your name. First and last.” She finally broke her stone-cold expression and smiled.
“Kenya Monroe, Inferno’s assistant,” I added and looked over at Inferno to see if he was paying attention and if he would back me up. Inferno was still typing on his phone, he paused from one phone, put it down then picked up his second phone.
“I didn’t ask you what you were to my husband.
Its obvious what all you do for him.” She chuckled.
“Kenya Monroe don’t stare at me too long.
I get uncomfortable when people stare at me pass ten seconds.
My trigger finger too happy for that type of fuckery.
Its nice meeting you.” She took her eyes off of me and looked at Killa who wore a smirk plastered on his bitch ass face.
I shifted in my seat as I listened to Killa ramble on and on about guns and new potential gangs that he felt the Syndicate would profit over.
Killa was excellent at all the street shit, he aligned things properly and had become Inferno’s supplier easily making sure any drugs or guns that even touched the streets was solid.
He was also a math genius and cold count up all money fast and be able to detect when someone was short just by holding a duffle bag of cash in his hand.
Big B was the scary enforcer. If Malice or Killa sent Big B your way, you knew that you would be taking your last couple of breaths.
Big B was as cold as they came, he looked and acted the part.
I never really heard him say much, he always stood behind Inferno watching everyone closely.
He was like Inferno’s second pair of eyes.
Thirty minutes of talking, it always took Killa that long to update and tell us everything that had been going on for the month.
I didn’t give a damn, but a lot of other syndicate members that was into illegal dealings looked forward to hearing every word he spoke.
Inferno basically sat in the meetings as the head over it all to agree or disagree.
When he didn’t say anything that meant he was on board.
Killa sat down with a satisfied look on his face.
He picked up his blunt and sparked it. I got nervous because I knew my turn was coming up.
I waited for Inferno to give me the floor in which he did by simply saying my name, never looking up from his phone.
"I set up a clothing drive which is charitable, its also a way to give back to the communities. The event will be held next month around two p.m. I would like if everyone could attend to see the pleasant faces and appreciation that the community has.”
“Kenya, we ain’t tryna see no fuckin faces during the day. You know how much business we gots to handle?” Killa looked at me like I was stupid, and I was ready to curse his ass out.
“A fucking clothing drive, its like you pull shit out of that fake ass of yours each month.” My bottom lip dropped as I looked at Inferno.
“Careful Killa, let Monroe finish.” I released the breath I was holding.
“I started a funding account for the clothing drive, I also wanted to start another anonymous shelter for the homeless downtown L.A. which is also in the making but it’s taking time trying to find the perfect contractors.
This will serve as a perfect tax write off.
” I paused as Janessa nudged me; my hands were getting clammy.
I was nervous, I loved helping people of the community just like Inferno did as well.
He never spoke about the joy he had in doing it but deep down, I knew he liked giving back like I did to the unfortunate.
Now was the time to present this opportunity that I had been pondering on for months and I hoped he didn’t shut my idea down.
“I umm, wanted to have a special host for a gala fundraising event. Maybe a known celebrity to bring more celebrities out. The syndicate could make loads of money from that and…” Inferno finally looked up and focused on me.
“The clothing drive is a go; I like the sound of the shelters too. I will get back to you on the gala thing. If anybody else would like to add anything to the meeting, you can if not you all can leave.” I stayed seated but everybody else seemed over the meeting and ready to go.
Queen and her men stood and walked towards the exit.
She stopped right next to me and leaned down.
“I have a clinic, ask Malice about the info. Underneath all that makeup, I would love to give you a facial.” She smirked and kept walking. I wanted to throw my water bottle at the back of her head.
“Queen.” Inferno called her name and she stopped at the exit and waited saying nothing.
“My place ten p.m sharp.” She mumbled something under her breath and left out leaving her fragrance behind. Once the room was empty, Inferno sat quietly with his elbows now on the table. He was focused still on his phone, and I wondered if he could hear my heart breaking.
I wasn’t stupid, I could feel their chemistry without them having to say much. I cleared my throat so my voice wouldn’t sound choppy from wanting to cry and decided to press him for information.
“Your wife is pretty.” I started out.
“She is, and very deadly.” He put his phone down.
“Seems like you two are falling into your roles perfectly, Inferno. Where does that leave us?” I timidly ask.
“It leaves us how we been Kenya. She is my wife you are my assistant. I am the boss you are the worker. I say that to stop you from asking me any further questions. I have a meeting in another hour and don’t have time for pointless conversation.
” I quickly nodded my head and stood up fast. I couldn’t wait to get to my car and do my favorite thing, which was cry.
“Kenya?” He stopped me from walking out the room, his deep baritone voice did it for me all the time.
“I’ve been busy, you know that. I ain’t trying to hurt your feelings. You know I got mad love for you, and I appreciate everything you do for my organization. You the key to this shit.” I nodded my head and offered him a weak smile.
“Come sit in my lap, Kenya. Show me, how much you miss me.” I hated the foolish grin that appeared on my face.
I tried to play it cool, but Inferno had me ready to run and leap into his arms. Pulling out his wallet, he opened it and removed a condom.
That made me frown but I refused to complain.
Inferno and I never really used condoms, so I felt a little offended.
The sight of his big dick had me forgetting about his wife, the condom and everything else.
As I straddled his lap, he slid my panties to the side. I simpered and tried to adjust to his size as a little more hope entered me. He filled me to the brim and satisfaction immediately took over. Malice was my man, and I was for certain that one day he would choose only me.