“Look Liv, you’ll always be my main bitch. You’ve looked out for a nigga and got your hands dirty with no hesitation, but you and I both know I need to maintain my image. I need to be the family man in the eyes of the world and Denice is the perfect person to complete that image.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Am I not good enough to be that for you, baby?”
I grabbed Olivia by her hand and pulled her towards me, wrapping my arms around her waist. “No, but you know this dick belongs to you, baby. I’m only going to fuck Denice on our wedding night and to get her pregnant. The rest of the time, I’m all yours.”
Her eyebrows pinched together, and I knew she was upset because I told her the truth. Olivia would never be anything past my gutter bitch, and I had to remind her. The faster she understood her role, the better off she and I would be.
I gripped her chin and smashed my lips against hers, giving her no time to speak. If I wasn’t on a strict strategic plan, things would be different. Olivia would be my wife, and we’d be overseas somewhere lying on a beach. Since I knew she wouldn’t be still and had that same itch as me for the need to quench her thirst for blood, I’d have her as my personal sneak attack. She did it for me in that job in Philly with those two brothers, Nicholas and Garret. She played her role so well and I was proud of her.
However, that plan was out of the question. I was on strict orders to stick with my current plan, and I didn’t want to disappoint my boss. Besides, I didn’t want to leave this world behind without at least one of my spawns available to take over everything I’m working hard for, and unfortunately, Olivia just wasn’t the nurturing type.
My phone vibrated in my back pocket, causing me to break our kiss. Checking the caller ID, I instructed Olivia to go get ready for some dick. Her frown turned into a seductive smile and she damn near sprinted out of the room. I may say some fucked up shit to her ass, but once I gave her this dick, she was over it. After I heard the door close, giving me the privacy I needed, I answered the phone.
“How are you doing this evening, Mr. Omba?” I asked, ensuring my professional tone was on full effect.
“I’d be better once you secure my request for a bride.”
“Trust me. I understand but greatly appreciate your patience as I find what you are looking for. I can find you someone faster if she didn’t have to be a virgin or of age.”
“Absolutely not! I may buy men and women from your establishment for my clients but I don’t fool with that tom foolery. I want her of age and intact.”
“Of course, Mr. Omba. I’ll make sure she gets weekly checkups with the doctor to prove it.”
Mr. Omba hummed in delight. “I have to admit, when Ms. K originally sent me your way, I was skeptical. Not a lot of men are trustworthy, nor do they keep their word. I am delighted to know that y’all have yet to prove me wrong.”
“We take our business very seriously, my friend.” I chuckled, pulling out a blunt from my front pocket. “As soon as I have your merchandise, I’ll have her there before you could say overnight shipping. Well, once the final payment is made.”
“Yes, I know.” Mr. Omba chuckled. “Remember, I would still like my future wife to be educated. I have enough airheads walking around here.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. I’m sending a colleague of mine to a few of the college campuses tomorrow to check out potential candidates.”
“You know, if for any reason my possession were touched, our deal would be off. I’ve worked with you and Ms. K. a long time, but if you fail to complete this task, I will be finding business elsewhere.”
I swallowed and cleared my throat. “Yes, Mr. Omba. We definitely understand.”
The line disconnected and I exhaled a shaky breath, lit my blunt, and took a hard pull. I was ready to get my hands on that half a million from Mr. Omba. I had been working for him for about a year now and have already made hundreds of thousands just by sending him men and women overseas to his country. Normally, he didn’t care how they came as long as they were in a certain age range and not too doped up to the point that they weren’t useable for his clients. This time when he hit me up, he was ready to spend big money, but not for his clients; he was looking for his own wife. He wanted someone smart, untouched, and wouldn’t be missed when she got shipped off and I intended to find her.
I heard a chime come from my phone and saw a message from Ms. K aka Mama K, my right hand and silent partner.
Mama K: Remember I told you I was sending Dash to find the three idiots who let Ayzo, Nicholas, Denice, and Ashlynn get away?
Me: Yeah
When my goons failed to kill everyone but Denice and bring her to me a few months back, I was livid. Since Bobby was already dead and Kendra was locked away in solitary confinement, I made plans to torture Hector, Brody, and Drew. Unfortunately, T must have put them on game and kept them off the grid somehow. I had my best people searching, but they had no idea where those muthafuckas had disappeared to. If my uncle wasn’t such a failure and snitch, I’d be impressed.
Mama K: Watch the video I’m sending to T and then get rid of him.
A few seconds later, T’s phone began to vibrate against the table I had it sitting on. Following the instructions, I opened the message. I watched in disgust as Dash’s bloodied face filled up the screen. Anger quickly took over as Seojun’s voice came through the speaker. Dash’s brains splattered across the floor andcamera before the video ended. I snarled as I charged over to T who was knocked out on the cot.
I had been looking for Seojun’s exact location for over two years and he had been right under my damn nose. I had knowledge that he was in Nevada somewhere, but he stayed under the radar and this grimy bitch knew his location the whole time. For how long, I didn’t know, but I was pissed the fuck off. I didn’t know if it was more because Seojun was right in my backyard at the moment or because T played in my face again. My uncle knew that taking over the Jaguars and ending Seojun’s dynasty was my ultimate goal.
I reared my leg back and kicked him square in the face. He screamed out in pain, but I threw a punch to his gut, knocking the wind out of him.
“You backstabbing bitch. Not only were you going to snitch on me to Denice, but you knew where the fuck Seojun was this entire time!” I spat.
His head drooped to the side but he still managed to muster a laugh.
“You thought I was going to willingly give up the cobras? I been running shit since yo little ass was in diapers! The cobras are mine and as soon as I would’ve taken out Seojun, you would’ve been next!”
