by Tee Jae
I looked at Khali and smiled. I loved the way she was thinking of ways to keep us safe. I held out my palm and let Remy and Rebel lick the palm of my hand.
“Well, aren’t you quite the thinker, Khali Santana.” She looked at me and winked. “I’ll be back shortly. Biggs will run me downtown to see Khadi and we will move forward from there.”
“Ok but Rebel is yours, so he will go with you. Ya know, so y’all can bond and shit.” Khali snickered. “All you have to do is say ‘Rebel come’.”
“Rebel come.” I called out to him mocking her and he immediately stood up from Khali’s side and made his way towards me as we walked outside and made our way to the car.
*****
I sat calmly in the visiting room waiting for the guards to bring Khadi out. My stomach was filled with butterflies, anxious to see my handsome husband. Once the door slid open and he walked out with a smile on his face, a sense of calmness washed over me. I quickly shot up from my seat and damn near met him at the threshold placing a passionate kiss on his lips.
“Damn B, it’s only been forty-eight hours.” He laughed pulling me in for a tight hug letting me know he missed me just as much. “I missed you too.” He whispered in the crook of my neck and my panties creamed just from his breath hitting my skin. That’s how much power Khadi had over my body. He walked around the steel table and pulled the chair out for me to have a seat. “How you holding up?” he asked bringing his chair around so he could sit close next to me instead of across from me.
“I should be asking you that question. Everybody ok?” I asked cupping his face and looking into his eyes that seemed not to have a care in the world in my presence.
“Everybody’s good.” He dryly responded, sitting back placing his arm on the back of my chair.
“What you need me to do?” I asked getting straight to the point. He raised up in his seat looking at me like I was crazy, “Don’t look at me like that, tell me our next move.”
“Brooklyn” he sighed deeply. “I don’t want you doing anything but sitting back and waiting for ya man to get home.” He leaned in placing a kiss on the side of my temple. “Damn, I missed your scent B.” He nibbled on my ear lobe.
I accepted his kiss before I turned to him to tell him what the plan was, “I was asking you, trying to be respectful and let you lead as my man but I knew you wouldn’t go for it. So, I know there is a meeting with your distributors this evening and I will be in attendance at the head of the table with Khali and Biggs by my side.” I told him barely above a whisper just in case the room was tapped. I continued before he could say something, “I already relocated the meeting so it will not be held at a warehouse. Damere already knows that location, so I’ll be meeting them at my favorite restaurant.” I winked at him.
“Woman what are you doing? We have too much money for you to be getting your hands dirty. This isn’t a woman’s game Brooklyn, at least one of us needs to stay clean.” He whispered back in my ear.
“Don’t worry, I’m not your mom, I will not run your empire into the ground.” Damn I wish that bitch was here to hear me say that shit. “You know I can do it.” I looked at him referring to when he actually had me in the traps. We had a stare off for a few seconds before he broke out into a smirk.
I leaned back snuggling up to him to make the guards think we were just two people who missed each other dearly while Khadi whispered sweet nothings in my ear, but in actuality he was giving instructions on what to touch on in the meeting I would be having with his distributors later this evening. We didn’t want to postpone the meeting and get them antsy about the situation so business would continue as usual. After giving me all the information I needed, I left the jailhouse hoping Khadi would be home soon and I’d never have to see this place again.
*****
I walked into Trulucks with Biggs and Khali on my side bypassing the hostess and heading straight to the secret room provided by high clientele on the upper secured level of the restaurant. All chit chat ceased when we came through the door. I was surprised to see that everyone was in attendance and on time, which let me know that Khadi ran a tight ship and I would keep it that way.
“Good evening.” I spoke to everyone as I made my way to the head of the table with everyone’s eyes on me. Khali sat in what I assumed was Khaza’s old spot and Biggs in his regular spot.
“No disrespect, Mrs. Santana but you want to tell us what the fuck is going on because I hope you don’t think we are about to answer to you.” An Arab named Muhammed asked chuckling, while clapping hands with a black ass disgusting looking pimp named Juice.
“That’s exactly what the fuck I think Muhammed.” His eyes grew wide in shock that I even knew who he was. I did my homework with Biggs on all of Khadi’s distributors, so I knew everyone’s name all the way down to their kids and grandkids. “That is if you want to remain in a seat at this table.” I smirked waiting for his answer. After leaving him speechless with my answer I continued, “Now as I was saying, good evening gentlemen; in the absence of my husband and his most trusted soldier, you will now answer to me, Khali, or Biggs. Of course, any of your hands-on dealings will be with Marcus and Biggs but we will handle business accordingly.”
“And how we do we know it is even still safe to do business with Santana in jail? I mean it could be risky.” Kannon, the youngest out of every man at the table and from what Biggs told me, damn near the most ruthless questioned.
“Well, why did you show up tonight?” I sat back in my chair challenging his presence. This nigga really didn’t have anything to lose, so I didn’t want smoke with him but I would not let them think my husband was weak.
“Shid, to be honest, your husband has the best white girl on the east coast so I need him but a nigga just being cautious sweetheart. I’m young and getting too much money and pussy to be doing life sentences.” He winked at me while rolling a toothpick around in his mouth.
“Everyone show the lady some respect. I’m sure you all wouldn’t want anyone questioning your wife like this.” A handsome older man name Vegas Santiago from Texas spoke up.
“Thank you.” I nodded my head toward him before continuing to speak, “My husband is in jail for a murder charge, not anything related to this empire he built so business will run as usual. If anyone has a problem with me sitting at the head of this table you can beat your feet out the same door that you came in.” I pointed toward the entrance. I held my breath for a few seconds because I didn’t expect these grown ass seasoned drug dealers to go out without a fight. When no one stood up from their chairs I exhaled, “Good! Did everyone leave their payment at your feet?” I asked watching them nod their heads. Khadi let me know that everyone would leave their duffle bags under the table with their monthly re-up money. “I expect no problems with you gentlemen and my husband will return home soon in his seat at the head of this table. Meeting dismissed.”
I sat back as all ten of them ushered out the room except Chino, a middle-aged Hispanic who looked the part with his silk colorful shirt unbuttoned at the top revealing his chest hairs and layered gold chains. His hair was slicked to the back with a slight part. He was the true definition of a Hispanic living the American dream in Miami.
“Puedorapearcontigorapido?” He spoke in Spanish asking to rap with me right quick. Biggs and Khali looked at each other in confusion. Many people didn’t know that I’d been speaking Spanish fluently since I was in middle school and sometimes I preferred to keep it that way. I spoke a little Spanish with Chino and his wife at our wedding reception before Khadi got shot so he remembered.
I gestured my hand for him to move a little closer toward the end of the table. “Are you uncomfortable with me standing in my husband’s spot Chino?” I asked as Biggs got up and closed the door.
“No Senorita,” he smiled revealing two gold teeth at the bottom of his mouth. “Eh… hay unamujerpor la ciudad preguntandopor ti.” His face was full of concern as he told me there was a woman around town asking about me.
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“Si?” I asked.
“Si.” He replied.
“I’ll take care of it.” I brought some normalcy back to the table.
“Are you sure because one of my men followed her one day and she’s staying in a penthouse downtown.”
“She said we will take care of it,” Biggs said in his stern voice for the first time since we got here. He looked a little agitated that Chino was telling me something.
“Gracias por la informacion.” I thanked Chino for the heads up before dismissing him.
“What was that about?” Khali exhaled standing up from her chair.
I looked over at Biggs who couldn’t look me in my face. Something was definitely up, “He basically said that some woman is around town asking about me.” I shrugged my shoulders as if it was no big deal. “I’ll have Terrance look into it. Let’s head home.” I stood up as Biggs escorted us out the restaurant and took us home.
Chapter 6
Yani
I watched in anger as I sat in my car with Raul across from the Trulucks as Brooklyn exited the building with a big, black, incredible hulk, looking guy that I assumed was her bodyguard and another woman by her side. The minute the detectives reached out to me and said that Khadi Santana was taken into custody for the death of my husband, I’d been on a rampage. My father could care less one way or the other being as though he never really liked Chris but I, after I mourned his death, was on the first private jet landing in Miami for revenge.
I envied her; not only was she looking like a boss bitch walking to the car but her husband was still alive and breathing. My nostrils flared while her body guard held the door opened for them to get in. Her hair was sleeked back into a ponytail and her curls big and pretty on the end. She was dressed in a pair black jeans showcasing her figure with a plain black top covered by a knee length silk kimono. She even had on the DSquared exclusive heels I tried to purchase recently but the store didn’t have any more.
“Bitch.” I muttered under my breath. I don’t know when this turned into a competition but I felt like she was winning. I used to be the girl that everyone envied and here I was ready to put another chick 6 feet under because she made me feel insecure like a motherfucker but I needed answers first. I started the ignition and eased into traffic behind their vehicle following them to their next destination.
“Senorita,” Raul called my name, grabbing the steering wheel to keep the car from turning down the private road that led to their estate. I grabbed the wheel back and pulled over further up down the road. I was slipping and letting me anger get the best of me, “If they are anything like us, they know they are being followed. We could have very well walked into an ambush.” He looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind.
He was right, I was tripping but my hatred for this bitch kept overcoming my common sense. “My bad Raul.” I pulled the car over, “Can you drive us back to the hotel so I can regroup and get myself together?”
“Sure.” He jumped out of the passenger seat and made his way around the car while I crossed over the console and laid the seat back while he took off into traffic.
*****
“SiiiiiiPapiiiiiiii…” I purred as Raul lapped up my pussy juices. I loved when he woke me up out of my sleep with head. He wasn’t Chris but he was an ok replacement since I would never be able to feel my husband’s lips again. “Right thereeeeeeee,” I moaned as he flicked his tongue across my clit.
I had been fucking Raul since I was probably fifteen-years-old. Being forced to be together damn near everyday because his family worked for my family, as teenagers we were bound to do some crazy shit. He broke my virginity one day after school and we’d been fucking each other since then. Raul was every girl’s dream back at home. They were falling at his feet but he was head over heels for me while I was always crazy for the black men that made their way into Cuba. They just did something to me, the thought of a black man’s dick sliding in and out my pussy would instantly cream my panties. He was always jealous of Chris but he knew to never cross that line when he was alive.
He stuck two fingers inside curving them to hit my g-spot while continuing to eat my chucho. “You liked that?” he asked while planting sweet kisses in between my inner thighs.
“Yes daddy.” I opened my legs wider waiting on his dick to fill up my insides.
“It’s time, Yani.” He looked down at my while stroking his average sized dick.
I rolled my eyes, I hated when he do that shit. He always picked when it was time for us to fuck to want to talk about us being together. “Raul, can you just fuck me without all the mushy shit?” I sighed aggravated.
“Don’t you want to be with me now?”
“Yesss, Raul let’s take care of Brooklyn, first baby, then we can run off into the sunset.” I stroked the side of my face. “Now fuck me like you want me to be your woman.” A sly smile spread across my face knowing that when I talked to him like that he’d put in extra work.
Chapter 7
Khadi
“Checkmate.” I knocked the king piece out of its spot on the chess board replacing it with my own.
“Fuck!!!!” an old head named Grease that I knew from the hood hollered out loud in the commons area. He was from little Havana and was in jail long before I took over the city, so he had been telling me all the stories he heard about me from the inside since I’d been here. “Damn, God, this your third time in a row beating my old crippled ass. I may need to go get my glasses to whoop that ass.” He laughed calling me by the street name I was given without my authority.
“You aint cripple, O.G. I’m just too skilled for ya.” I patted him on his shoulder.
Damn pigs had finally put us in regular population and Grease had been trying to beat me in the chess for the last three hours. “Give it up old man.” I laughed as he stressfully ran his wrinkled hand over his face. I looked up to see Zilla playing cards a few tables away from me and Khaddo sat near the tv watching hardwood classics with a few other inmates. I made sure to keep my eyes on them at all times. Most niggas knew better than to test us but there was always someone in the crowd who would want to get some stripes off of a Santana or anyone associated with us, so I played them close.
“Santana! Visit!” the C.O. yelled. I looked back to confirm if it was me or Khaddo. We were expecting Cooper to come in and get the information about Khaddo and that snake ass bitch Amy. “You.” He pointed toward me.
I got up from the table and headed toward the steel door and followed the C.O. down the hall before making it into the visitation room.
“What the hell Biggs? What you doing here?” I asked with worry written all over my face especially since he was just here not too long ago with Brooklyn. Biggs was my mans but if something happened to my wife or my sister on his watch, I wouldn’t hesitate to bury his black ass.
“Calm down, Boss.” He drummed his fingers on the table. “I just need to speak with you on some serious shit. I couldn’t do it with Brooklyn when we came.”
“Something went wrong at the meeting?” I asked in a low tone. I closed the door so no one could hear as I took a seat across from him.
“The meeting went fine.” He smiled to himself. “You got yourself a winner with Brooklyn, man, she handles shit the right way.”
“Ight nigga…” I playfully reached across and punched his shoulder, “Don’t be lusting after my wife.”
“Nah, never that.” His face straightened up real quick. “I’m just saying she stepping it up.” He went back to being serious.
“I know what she capable of Biggs… I married her. Now tell me what got you here early this morning with your shoulders slumped over.” I sat back in the black plastic chair waiting to hear what he had to say.
He took a deep breath before hitting me with a bomb, “You got a son, man.” He exhaled like a weight had been lifted off of him.
“Hahahahaha.” I laughed out loud. “Man, listen Stassi on some bullshit. I ain’t never hit it without a condom. I definit
ely didn’t want no lil ones with her crazy ass.”
“It’s not Stassi…” He took a long deep breath. “It’s Toi.” He looked at me in my eyes letting me know he wasn’t playing.
I stood up from my chair pressing my arms down on the table with fire in my eyes, “Don’t say no shit like that to me Biggs.”
“I’m serious Boss, she’s still alive. I caught her stalking the estate from the main road and followed her to the hotel. I got inside the room in the middle of the night and that’s when I seen him with my own eyes. He could really be yours, man.” He boasted.
“The fuck you mean she’s still alive, Biggs? Make this shit make some sense nigga.” My voice got a little louder than I intended it to.
“Remember that nigga Diesel that gave us a little static a few years ago?” I nodded my head wishing he’d hurry up and get to the point. “It was him behind the kidnapping! Toi said he was about to kill her after you paid the ransom money until she told him she was pregnant. He made her move to St. Lucia and she was working in the airport when she seen your name for the private landing strip.”
I slammed my hand on the table, “I fucking thought I seen her at the bar one night but I brushed it off since a nigga was drunk as fuck.” I sat back with a million scenarios running through my mind but the first thought was betrayal. How the fuck Toi let me go on all these years without no contact with her or my son? If he’s really mine…
I exhaled, soaking up everything Biggs was telling me as he carried on about how KJ looks so much like me and Toi. I had mixed emotions about having a kid especially since I missed the first five years of his life and Brooklyn and I just lost one. “Does Brooklyn know about this?” I asked cutting him short.
“No. No one knows but me but I’m afraid Toi will make her presence known to Brooklyn sooner than later. It was something about the way she took the news that you were “happily” married and how I said Brooklyn was a great fit for our family. Plus, someone has been asking around town about Brooklyn, Chino informed us last night. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep this a secret.” He sighed placing that weight back on his shoulders that he lifted earlier.
