17. Malice aka Inferno #2
Once I made it to Kenya’s house, I waited in the backseat.
My men in the car behind me got out first and did their normal routine of checking the permeator and getting in place to secure and guard her house.
I let my driver know to be back here at five in the morning sharp.
Harris my driver and whoever else on my payroll got paid really hefty to do their job and turn a blind eye to whatever they might come across or see.
Rather it was illegal or legal, they kept their mouths shut and worked exceptionally well.
It was very rare that I had to fire someone, if I did have to fire somebody and they got the chance to live it was because they didn’t know too much of shit. However, if they knew just a small ounce of how my syndicate operated then death would be the only answer for their extermination.
I let myself inside of Kenya’s house and was satisfied with the sweet smell that came from her living room.
Kenya made sure that her nice cozy home was decked out in nothing but high-end luxury furniture.
It was really girlie and soft as hell, no man touch added to this shit.
You could also tell she lived alone with the setup of her living room.
I slipped off my Versace loafers. Kenya’s living room was decorated light pink and white, easy to dirty up.
I walked to her kitchen first because I knew that’s where she spent most of her time.
Sure enough, she sat at her kitchen island with a glass of red wine poured high to the brim of her cup.
Her laptop was opened as she pulled her reading glasses up the bridge of her pointy nose.
I never understood why she wore fucking glasses when she still squinted while reading the emails that she had opened up.
“I ordered take out tonight, I got behind on a lot of your emails so I’m catching up.
” she said without acknowledging me. I leaned down and pecked her on the forehead and walked out the kitchen.
I didn’t fuck with Kenya when she was working because she took her job very seriously.
Its why I kept her pockets fat, she did a damn good job with my budget and making sure everything was in place.
I never had to double back and check if what she was thorough enough.
She proved timelessly that she was fit to be in her position.
Each year she had gotten even better at what she did.
Out of Mi’elle and Kenya, I spoiled Kenya with gifts and trips and did more with her.
Since she carried her weight and didn’t just wait around for me like a lost puppy.
To me she earned that right, plus it wasn’t until this year that she started exposing more and more of her feelings.
If it was any other female, I would’ve cut her off but not Kenya Monroe.
She was just too damn good at what she did, I just hate she had to fall in love with me.
I was comfortable with the friendship that we had.
I liked chilling with her and talking about expanding and making my Syndicate bigger.
When she talked about feelings and expecting more from me, it fucked up the whole mood.
After I shower and ate, I laid in Kenya’s bed to get a few hours of rest. That was another thing that was cool about Kenya.
She knew how to separate work from pleasure, if it was any other chick, they would already be in this room trying to suck the skin off my dick.
Kenya knew when I came over for pussy and she also knew when I just simply needed rest. Between juggling the cartel and my syndicate and this new marriage shit, I was becoming a little tired, but I’d never give in to that.
A couple of hours of rest was needed to reset myself.
I woke up around two in the morning hearing Kenya’s light snores.
With my eyes still closed I squeezed my dick and thought about blessing Kenya with some powerful strokes until I woke back up around four to shower again and leave back out since my driver would be arriving at five.
Knowing my mom was out with a nigga across the country trying to send a message out to the cartel had me alert with a million thoughts circulating through my brain.
I could feel another person presence before my brain could register the signature perfume she rocked.
I reached for my 44. That I kept underneath the fluffy pillow and heard her clicking her teeth.
I watched her silhouette reach for the lamp and once it clicked on my eyes adjusted to my wife sitting on the chaise that I often lounged on to read my books when I came over here.
“How fucking cute.” She stroked her nine-millimeter that sat in her lap, like an overprotective owner stroked the back of their cat...
I took her in and she looked so fucking dark and sexy.
Her round chubby face held a glow, her face was bare of any make up just how I liked it, it gave her a rough but sexy look seeing the tattoos that sat in awkward places on her face.
She had a crazed look in her eyes like she had been up all day and night putting in major work.
I had to chuckle lowly at her sophisticated gang banging looking ass.
Her hair wasn’t loose and curly, she had that shit parted down the middle braided in two Indian braids. Her hazel eyes made the room light the fuck up and I swear this bitch threw my heartbeat off. I didn’t like that shit one bit.
“I see you haven’t learned a damn thing from that expensive car of yours getting burned down to the ground.” She licked her clear glossed up lips. She wore all black from head to toe like a thief in the night, she even had black leather gloves on.
“I’m starting to love your crazy side, Sovereign.
Shit makes my dick hard, wifey… its good seeing you.
We are expected in Mexico for cartel business.
” I sat up in bed letting the covers fall off of me.
Kenya moved a little in her sleep, she shifted so much the cover fell off her body exposing the fact that she was naked.
“I guess we just gone keep finding each other in somebody else’s bed.” Her brows raised.
“Not us, Sovereign. Maybe me, but not us.” I looked her right in the eye to let her know how serious I was.
“Let me make some shit clear to you, hubby... This shit between you and I.” She paused and pointed the gun between the both of us as I stood on the other side of the bed with my dick bricking up.
“This shit ain’t got no real substance. You ain’t shit to me but a nigga with a nice long dick and thick tongue.
You know how to work it, I even got to admit, you know what you doing and you do that shit very well.
I can see why weak ass bitches like her, work so hard to gain and keep your favor.
But a bitch like me ain’t that impressed, see I got to have my own wings and spread them, can’t no nigga on the face of this earth but my biological dad say they put me on to a damn thing because I worked hard as fuck on my own to gain the status and power.
This between us is nothing but business, you might have more money and power, but you will respect me as your fake ass wife.
You going along with shit concerning cartel business just like I am.
You can never have me by the balls Malice.
Just like you have access to pop up on me and throw fake temper tantrums, so do I.
So, this is just a lesson being taught to your playing with fire ass.
” She stood up and laughed at the sight of Kenya sitting up looking on with wide confused eyes.
“Everybody else might fear you or walk on eggshells with your pretty eye having ass. See me? I’ll eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I’m a fuckin’ man eater baby, watch your fucking moves with me.
” She walked out the room, I eyed her curvy ass until she disappeared.
Sovereign had me so fuckin hard pre cum oozed out tip of my dick.
Sovereign didn’t know how bad I wanted her now.
She turned the fire all the way up and I was ready for whatever challenge she had up her sleeves.