Page 57 of Hooked On A California Kingpin

“I’ve never been in love before Kill, I don’t even know what that shit is.” I stated honestly, I sat up in the lounge chair when I saw Roberto pick Sovereign up. He had a handful of ass captured in his hands as he ran toward the waves. Sovereign looked picture-perfect with her head back, mouth open laughing loudly.

“In love looks like this nigga. You looking like you ready to fuck Roberto ass up. Nigga is gay, you ain’t got to worry about him and Queen.” Killa chuckled but my face remained stone.

“I do, I caught that nigga fucking a pretty ass bitch yesterday.” This time Big B sat up and looked at me like I had two heads.

“What do you mean?” Big B deep-ass voice rumbled.

“I caught the nigga knee-deep in some pussy. Wasn’t a tranny either, real pussy my nigga.”

“So the nigga just act feminine to get pussy?” Killa looked like he was actually thinking about the shit which made me shake my damn head.

“I don’t know man. I just know he was fucking a bad bitch.”

“So he ain’t gay?” Big B asked, still looking shocked.

“Nigga, I asked Sovereign the same shit, she shut me up by fucking the shit out of me. Late last night, I came to my own conclusions. Roberto claims he delivered and all that shit from fucking on niggas. In my mind though, once a nigga fuck a nigga, ain’t no coming back from that.” I shrugged.

“Yea you’re right, but for a bitch is different.” Killa sounded sure of himself, but I shook my head no, as I declined another call from Kenya.

“No, it’s the same for bitches who fuck on bitches. I feel like once you stepped into that lane, you gon’ always have those tendencies even if you try to go back straight.”

“I gotta disagree with that, plenty of bitches that I’ve fucked on stop being gay. They even married a nigga!” Killa tried to back up what he was saying, he was wasting his time though because once I came down to a conclusion about some shit, I stuck to it.

“I bet them same bitches still look at other bitches and think the same way us niggas think.”

“Hell, yea they do.” Big B sat back and took the blunt from behind his ear.

“Since when you start talking so much, nigga.” Killa looked over at Big B, who offered him a lazy smile.

“I talk all the time I just don’t run my mouth like you all the time.” That was true, out of all three of us. Killa talked the most, half the time what he talked about was bullshit.

I decided to go ahead and answer the phone because Kenya was really starting to piss me the fuck off.

“Yea,” I answered listening to her heavy breathing. I looked out towards the water and stood up. I was ready to snatch Sovereign ass up. Her body was drenched with water, from here I could tell that her nipples were hard as fuck. Sovereign jumped up on Roberto’s back and all I could think about was her fat ass pussy pressed up on this nigga back.

Brother or not, I didn’t want the nigga knowing what my wife pussy felt like.

“Inferno? Did you hear me?” Kenya voice sounded pathetic as hell.

“Yea, I hear you… You were saying something went wrong with my business?”

“Umm, no… I just miss you, Inferno. Why won’t you talk to me? I just want to know what I did wrong and how can I fix it.” I took the phone away from my ear and just stared at it. I wasn’t used to Kenya being so needy. In the beginning, she made it seem like she was fine with what it was we were doing. Now it seemed like a woman that I had been doing wrong.

How can I do her wrong when I had always been upfront with her since the first time I gave her this dick.

“Kenya, look… I think to save your feelings, your job and more importantly your life. We should cut off whatever you think we have in your mind.”

“Why? Because of that bitch?” She sniveled hard into the phone and made a hiccup noise.

“No, Kenya. I’m cutting this off because I no longer want to fuck you.” I looked off towards the water and my eyes landed on Sovereign. She had her hands on her knees throwing her ass in a circle. Water was dripping off her brown skin, she looked like she was having fun with Roberto as he hyped her up. “I don’t know Kenya.” I paused and she remained quiet.

I couldn’t believe that I was about to actually say this shit. I felt it and never was the type to run from how I was feeling. I was infatuated with Sovereign like I was infatuated with starting and watching fires burn. Sovereign had me stuck and the good part about it all was that she really belonged to me. She was my wife, and I realized that watching her laugh and just be herself showed me that no matter how powerful you were, you still remained a human.

I constantly remained wrapped in my syndicate and counting time as money I didn’t do anything to feel normal. I didn’t laugh much, didn’t indulge in fun shit like Sovereign was doing now. I considered fucking Kenya or Mi’elle as a hobby. I thought sitting with Killa and Big B talking about a bunch of nothing was considered my down and free time.

“I only want to fuck my wife, Kenya. I’ll be in touch with you soon so we can sort out your next steps in the syndicate.” I hung up in her face and tossed my phone onto the chaise.

I took off my shoes and my shirt and walked off toward the beach. The closer I got to Sovereign the harder my heart started to beat. Was I falling in love or just in deep infatuation? I didn’t know what it was but who was going to stop me? No one. I walked up behind Sovereign and pulled her into me. She smelled like her sweet fragrance mixed with the ocean.