Page 34 of Hooked On A California Kingpin

“No and you don’t have to. I don’t need you scaring him, he is really nice Malice and I like him.” I shook my head at that.

“Ma, if he is scared of me, then he’s not man enough at all. How do you expect this man to protect you? I will have to look into him, send me his full name.” I wanted my mother to comply but also knew that she wouldn’t which was fine with me. I had already fished for my business phone and started texting her security detail, getting all the information that she wouldn’t give. If I didn’t kill the nigga first, then my dad would whenever he found out that my mother was dating. My dad just couldn’t let my mom go.

He’d let her have fun but soon as he was informed that she had become too familiar with a guy. A freak accident would happen, and the guy would disappear. My mother never had proof and I thought it was absurd at first, that my father had men watching her all the way from Mexico. After time passed, I realized that it was my father. He watched my mom very close, almost better than I did. He still had that hope that before he died, they would somehow get back together.

“Did you hear me Malice?” I didn’t hear a word that she said because I was busy typing away on my business phone.

“My apologies Ma, had to respond to a message.” I halfway lied.

“I said Alexander is a good man, he has his own money. He’s a big-time lawyer with no kids, so if we were to get married you wouldn’t have to deal with step-siblings.” She giggled and I stared at the phone blankly.

“There will be no marriage.” I didn’t know what my mom was thinking. I couldn’t see her marrying just a regular ass nigga. Something wasn’t right with this nigga already, I already gathered that he was lying and hiding something. I texted my security asking for a picture of this new guy. What older nigga that was supposed to be some lawyer making good money didn’t have a family somewhere tucked.

“Don’t start that stuff your daddy do.” My mom scoffed into the phone, I could imagine her lips curled and tight like she would do when I was kid before she smacked me in the back of my head.

“Okay Ms. Stella got her groove back, have your fun for now. I’ll be in touch later. I was popping up on you since I miss you. I’ll be back by your house in two weeks, I expect my favorite meal awaiting me.” I smirked, already prepared to take her brutal tongue lashing.

“Nigga please! Don’t go running off demands like you do those people in your organization better yet your whores Ashonti. I’ll see you soon and don’t get all in my business, let me live my life. I did my part by raising you now its time to live for me.”

“Oh yea?” I reasoned.

“Bye son.” She hung up just as my driver merged onto the freeway. We were immediately greeted with heavy ass traffic. I saw that my security wasted no time sending me a picture of the gentlemen that my mom was out with having the time of her life. Soon as I zoomed in on the picture my stomach summersaulted. He looked like he came straight from Mexico, what type of games was my momma playing? This nigga resembled my dad and if I wasn’t tripping tripping, he looked like the same nigga that the cartel was having problems with.

I forwarded the picture to my dad and counted down to sixty. When I got to forty, my burner phone sounded off.

“Who is he?” Was all I wanted to know.

“Nueva is a dangerous man son.” I could hear the warning behind my father’s thick accent, but it pissed me off more. We still didn’t know if Nueva was the one that put the hit out on my dad since the Ruiz cartel lost his alliance.

“You say that, like you don’t know who your son is. I think you also forget who was in that picture big cheesing, we know the great lengths that I will go for the woman who birthed me.” I calmly stated trying to keep my respect intact for my father.

“He’s sending out a message since we took over the docks. You know how big the docks are hermano. We have a meeting with Nueva in five days, I expect you and your wife back in Mexico in three days.” I didn’t even want to fuck with Sovereign right now, I didn’t like the feeling she gave me at all. The magic she worked on my dick and the feel of her was dangerous and could weaken a powerful man like me.

“I don’t need her with me for that.” I spat, ready to hang up now.

“Ju forget son. She is a Martinez turned into a Ruiz. However, the Martinez cartel still stands as long as her Abuela breathes. She is your wife and her not showing by your side is a bad look to the other cartel heads.” He hung up and this time, I tossed the phone and told my driver to make a detour. I was done handling business for the day. I needed to relax my mind and then locate my wife to get her stubborn ass on board for this important meeting. If Nueva wanted to send a message, then I would too, starting with his hidden family.

I strategized the whole way over to Kenya’s house. Right now, I wanted a home-cooked meal and my shoulder blades massaged by her delicate hands. I had a feeling that some shit was about to spark and I was well ready for that and whatever else it brought on.

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.