17. Malice aka Inferno #3
“Why the fuck was she in my house Inferno?” Kenya slid out of bed with her arms folded across her perky breast. My eyes traveled to her bald pussy, and I wished it was Sovereign standing in her spot.
I said nothing as I walked away and went to the bathroom to throw water on my face.
Ignoring Kenya was the best thing to do right now. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
Kenya just couldn’t mind her business though, she stood by the bathroom door watching me intently.
“Did you hear me Inferno? Why the fuck was she here?”
“Lower your voice and stop asking me questions where I pay bills at. She is my wife; she doesn’t need a reason to pop up.
I’m about to get ready to go. Do you need something from me or are you going to keep asking stupid questions Kenya?
” I turned the water off and eyed her. She turned around and I shook my head at her.
If she wanted some dick now was her chance to make that shit, clear while my dick was still rock hard from Sovereign. I repeated myself one last time.
“You want something Kenya?”
“Yes, I do Malice! I want something that will last forever.” She wiped at some of the big crocodile tears that came down her pretty face.
Maybe Kenya Monroe should have been that girl for me.
The one I should have married and placed high on a pedestal.
She was smart, always ready, and willing.
Kenya didn’t talk back; she went hard for me and my syndicate.
If it wasn’t for her a lot of shit wouldn’t have been as smooth as it was.
I couldn’t force myself to fall in love with her and give her something that I didn’t want with her.
The spark that I had with Sovereign in just a short time frame was never there for me with Kenya.
I don’t think a woman has ever held my attention like Sovereign did.
It was something about Sovereign that made me want to keep her very close to me.
I constantly tried to keep fucking on Kenya whenever I had the opportunity as well as Mi’elle.
They were of my connivence, and I was a busy man that still had sexual needs.
Never have I ever tried to readjust my business to create time for a woman.
Time to spy and pop up on a woman that I didn’t know too much about besides the stupid background check I did on her.
I knew it was more to Sovereign’s life to make her the cold standoffish female she was, but I wanted her to open up to me on her own timing.
When I was handling business, I thought of Sovereign wishing I could be a fly on the wall to see what the fuck she was doing when I wasn’t with her.
Sovereign was very intriguing, sexy as fuck and she matched me well.
Sovereign was a power driven, ten toes down hustler and I loved that shit about her.
A woman that wasn’t a damsel in distress.
Sovereign didn’t mind getting her hands dirty and placing her feet down to the dirt to put in that real street work.
I was so used to sensing fear from people being intimidated by me, when the first encounter from Sovereign showed me that I indeed made her break out and sweat.
The fear was nonexistent within her, and I couldn’t do shit but respect that shit.
“We do everything together already. I won’t smother you. I just want to be the girl for you Inferno.”
“All I can give you is nothing. Because nothing last forever Kenya. If you can’t accept the nothing that I have then you are always free to find a man that can give you that something.
I have a wife; my duty is to remain with her.
I’ll see you at next months meeting.” I walked away from her because I did care for her.
I hated to see her so caught up on me. I was definitely not the man for Kenya Monroe.
The best thing she could do for herself from here on out was to find another man to become obsessed over.
I knew what it felt like now to like someone and not be sure if they liked you the same.
To lay in bed thinking of that special person wishing you can get them to act right.
Becoming so selfish that it was sickening.
In my dark ass mind, I didn’t want anyone touching Sovereign.
I wanted to be the only man to feel, touch, taste and hear her.
I wanted to make her smile, cry, be happy and angry.
I wanted all of that shit. Rather she wanted it or not.
She didn’t have a choice. I made up my mind that this marriage shit could work in both of our favor.
I was still selfish thinking that maybe I could still keep all the women I was fucking satisfied.
Kenya and Mi’elle were free to do them, I didn’t care what or who they did as long as they stayed clean and wrapped the shit up.
Sovereign I wanted to keep to myself, I knew I couldn’t just tuck her away because she was on the same power trip that I was on.
The only challenge would be getting Sovereign to see and understand that shit.
A random thought of killing Kenya came to mind. I quickly shook it off, but it still lingered. A broken-hearted woman would eventually become bitter and start plotting. I cared for Kenya but not enough to keep her alive to fuck with my cartel or syndicate. Decisions, decisions.