She Fell in Love with a Miami Kingpin

by Tee Jae

  “Ms. Lady got taste,” Biggs said walking up on me as I looked around her master bedroom.

  “Yeah, you right about that but something is definitely wrong here.” I told him as I walked through the his and hers closest. “Where is this nigga clothes?” I looked at the empty side of the closet.

  Something was fishy and eventually we would find out, I thought as I removed my Dolce & Gabbana blazer getting comfortable, making my way back downstairs to wait for her to return home.

  I instructed Biggs to check under tables and little hiding places making sure no weapons were there for easy access. The sweet scent of Ms. Lady’s perfume lingered around the house making my dick hard. The house was warm and inviting, something a nigga was missing at home.

  It was a little after 8 p.m. and this girl still hadn’t made it home.

  “You think she still shopping?” I asked Biggs as we sat in the dark living room. Thank God for the big bay windows or else I wouldn’t have been able to see his black ass. Before he could answer me, her car lights shone through the windows as she pulled into the garage. Biggs quickly stood and placed himself near the entry of the doorway from the kitchen in case she tried to run. I casually sat back and waited for her to turn on the lights.

  “Girl no, I just made it home from shopping and checking on Granny…” she was on the phone as she turned on the lights moving throughout the kitchen. “Let me save my stuff and I’ll call you bac-…” her phone dropped out of her hand once she walked into the living room and turned on the lights. Her eyes scanned the room. “Sophiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” she hollered running over to her and dropping down to her knees checking for a pulse showing a sign of relief once she found one.

  I stood up and walked over to her grabbing her up by her hair and dragged her over to the sofa throwing her against it.

  “Arghhhhhhhh!” she hollered as she fell back grabbing her head.

  “Since you don’t know how to greet your guests allow me to introduce myself,” I said smoothing out my shirt.

  “I know who you are,” she replied cutting me off.

  “So, you know who I am, and you still decided not to show up with mi fucking money?” I replied with anger. “If it’s one thing mi can’t stand it’s a disrespectful bitch. I hope that’s not mi money in those shopping bags?” I asked. My accent definitely comes out a nigga when I’m mad.

  “No,” she answered standing back up to her feet. “I didn’t show up because Gator’s problems are no longer mine.” She replied. “His worker showed up here and all he gave me was $250,000 and I refused to show up with half and get my head blown off. I heard about you and your ruthless brothers.”

  I chuckled to myself. It’s true, the Santana brothers do have a reputation of being ruthless, but we weren’t out here on no fuck shit. Usually our hands are being forced like the situation right now. $500,000 ain’t shit to a boss like me. I make that shit in my sleep but it’s the fucking principle. Nobody, and I mean nobody fucks over the Santana’s and live to speak about it, whether its $100 or $500,000. My little brother, Khaza is the most ruthless of us all. This nigga damn near wiped out a whole family behind eighty G’s.

  “So, you’d rather mi come and blow your brains out at home?” I asked as I walked towards her retrieving the gun out my waistband. Damn, this woman was even more beautiful up close and personal, and her scent was driving a nigga crazy.

  “Listen, with all the shit I have going on, my brains blown out doesn’t sound so bad right about now.” She answered sarcastically. “Just take the duffle bag that’s in the closet and I’m sure Gator will make sure you get the rest of your money.” She pointed towards the foyer.

  Her nonchalant attitude was pissing me off and turning me on at the same time.

  I chuckled. “Had you made it your business to show up at the meeting, I might would have considered what you’re offering but it doesn’t work like that sweetheart. I’ll just take the money and your life, you look like you don’t care no way.” I taunted her. She surprised me by dropping to her knees accepting her faith and by the way her lips were moving, I could tell she was praying.

  “I mean, you had to have known the consequences when you didn’t show up, right?” she ignored me and continued praying. “Women like you disgust me, riding for your nigga when he out and providing you the lap of luxury but the minute a nigga down, y’all don’t give a fuck. Your nigga is probably behind those four walls going insane and you’re at the mall living it up with your shallow ass,” I told her, even though I was everything but disgusted with the brave beauty that sat in front of me.

  “What you just say?” her eyes popped open as she wiped the one tear she let escape with the back of her hand.

  I placed the barrel of my gun to her temple. “I said women like…”

  “Nah, I heard what you said but let me tell you this, YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW ME! My life has been dedicated to that nigga you keep referring to since I was seventeen- years-old. So, I been there when he ain’t have shit. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with; hell, being with another nigga never even crossed my mind. I been down to do any and everything he ever needed me to do. I even invited a few bitches in our bedroom to satisfy him. I wanted to bear his kids when he constantly told me he didn’t think he could have any, just to rush down to that police station to find out he’s married to his connects daughter with TWO FUCKING KIDS…TWO.” She angrily spat picking up her two fingers. “So, don’t talk to me about shallow because I’m everything but that! What I am though, is a fucking woman who wasted ten years of my life on a man who was never going to marry me.” She took off her engagement ring and threw it across the room and looked over at the Hispanic lady who was now woke, staring at her crying. “Make it quick for the both of us.” She closed her eyes.

  I stood there stunned by her willingness to meet her maker. Maybe I was wrong, maybe she did know every consequence that came with this game and she was ready to take her lick for that busta ass nigga she was in love with.

  “I have a better idea, you gunna come back to Miami and you gunna work off your debt.” She shot me a look that said she disagreed.

  “Work off my debt? Doing what, selling pussy? Working out of a trap house? You got me all the wayyyyyyy fucked up. Kill us now!”

  I looked over at Biggs and he was wearing the same shocked expression I was. I pressed the cold steel harder against her temple as she took her last breath.

  Chapter 9

  Brooklyn

  My eyes fluttered as I struggled to fully focus on where the hell I was. Once my mind registered that I wasn’t at home, I shot straight up in the bed on alert and instantly regretted it from the throbbing of my head.

  “Ouch.” I rubbed the small knot on side of my temple as flashbacks of last night ran through my mind. Last thing I remembered was Sophia tied up.

  “Oh my god, SOPHIA!” I quickly got up out of the unfamiliar bed and was successful this time. I stared around at the massive room. It was decorated in white and gold, giving it a very classy look from the gold tufted headboard on the California king size bed to the crystal chandelier that hung in the center of the room. The white and gold Calcutta marble floor beneath my feet shined like it was newly polished. The bathroom was decorated equally the same. I instantly fell in love with the claw foot tub and a hot bubble bath immediately crossed my mind as I looked down at the same dress that I had on yesterday. The balcony doors to the room were open with the sun beaming high in the sky and from the waves that were crashing against the shore, I knew I was in Miami. As I got closer to the balcony I could hear voices.

  “It doesn’t fucking matter, Biggs. You just knocked her out like that without my fucking orders.” I could make out Khadi’s sexy accent.

  “Did she die tho?” Biggs laughed, and I frowned because I didn’t find a damn thing funny. “I know you, you really didn’t want to kill Ms. Lady. What happened to leaving no witnesses behind? That’s still our motto, right? What’s up with that, you feeling Ms. L
ady or something? Cause if you are I totally understand, she badder than a motherfucker.”

  I stood still listening. For some reason I held my breath waiting to see what Khadi’s response would be. I couldn’t lie, from the first time I laid eyes on him I felt a very strong attraction but I knew that I could never take it there. Gator would make sure of it by killing him.

  “Don’t fucking question me nigga. I know the fucking motto…I make the fucking rules always remember that, so next time don’t make a move until I tell you too.” Khadi walked over to the Olympic size aqua blue pool taking a puff of his cigar staring off into space. I walked back into the bedroom slamming the balcony doors letting them know I heard their conversation.

  Slipping on my sandals that were next to the bed, I spotted my Louis V suitcase with my name engraved on it sitting on the chaise in the corner of the room. I grabbed it, lifted the handle, and began rolling it towards the door. I had no clue which way to go when I made it into the hallway, so I took a chance and went right searching for an exit. Right before I could turn the corner, I heard a woman’s voice.

  “Uhhhhhh, where you think you going?” Her heels clicked behind me, along the shiny floor as she headed in my direction.

  “I’m just trying to get home, I don’t want any drama.” I turned around, looking over the young beauty that stood before me. Her beautiful milk chocolate skin was a shade lighter than Khadi’s. What stood out the most was her perfectly shaped eyebrows and full lips. She had a colorful bandana tied around the top of her long, black, wavy tresses giving off island girl vibes. The fitted blue jeans hugged every curve of her body and the crop top she wore showcased the diamond belly ring on her flat stomach. I instantly felt intimidated as I looked down at my yesterday clothes with my wild hair all over my head.

  “Girl, stop!” she laughed, grabbing the handle of my suitcase from me, turning around and headed back the opposite way down the hall. “You owe my brother, I heard they knocked your ass out,” she called over her shoulder giggling. Looks like everybody thought that shit was funny but me. I followed behind her as she entered the same damn room I was running from. “Trust me, you wouldn’t have made it out of here anyway, this shit is like fucking Fort Knox.” She rolled my suitcase to the middle of the room sitting down on the floor and unzipped it. “I’m Khali, with a K, by the way.” She looked up giving me a warm smile.

  “Excuse me, Khali with a K, but I don’t owe your brother shit. My ex does and as soon as I can get his bitch ass on the phone, I’m sure he will get your brother his money.” She looked up to me in shock.

  “Ohhhhh, you feisty.” She snapped her fingers in the shape of an ‘s’. “Now I see why Biggs had to knock your ass out.” She laughed digging through my clothes. “Ohhhhh and you got style, baby these jeans are cute.” She took them out and laid them across the bed. “Let’s find you a cute top.” I stared at her confused as fuck.

  “What are you doing?” I asked her, snatching my jeans off the bed, folding them up and placing them right back inside of my suitcase. If she thought she and I was about to hang out or some shit, she was sadly mistaken. This shit wasn’t making any sense to me, I didn’t owe Khadi a damn thing and all I wanted to do was go back home to my fucked-up life.

  “Listen girl, the sooner you accept…”

  “Ahem,” we both turned our heads around to find Khadi standing in the doorway with no shirt on and some basketball shorts. I tore my eyes away from his 6-pack, afraid he caught me staring too long.

  Khali immediately got up. “See you tonight, girl,” she mumbled leaving out the room.

  “I see you met my sister, Khali.” He walked inside the room towards me and his Christian Clive cologne began invading my nostrils. “Have a seat we need to talk.” He pointed towards the long bench that sat at the end of the bed.

  “Have a seat we need to talk,” I mimicked him as he stood there stone faced hard to read. “The only thing we need to talk about is you taking me to the airport. Soon as I get in touch with Gator you will have the rest of your money. I know he not going for this shit, he would rob a bank if he has too,” I zipped my suitcase back up preparing to leave.

  “It’s funny you say that,” he walked back over and closed the door before turning back around and facing me. “I sent word to the nigga that you were here to work off his debt,” he chuckled. “The nigga was actually ok with that, said you was his ride or die or some shit like that.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “So, looks like you will be staying…Get yourself together, we have dinner in an hour and then after that, I’ll introduce you to the team you will be working with.” He turned and walked towards the door, “Oh and try not to be too provocative, niggas will eat a woman like you alive.” He walked out closing the door behind him.

  Feeling defeated, I walked over and grabbed one of the fluffy pillows off the bed and screamed into it. My chest felt like it would cave in at any moment as I tried to wrap my head around what was happening to me. Just over a week ago, I was living the life going and coming as I pleased in my beautiful home with access to everything I could dream of. Why lord, why? I know you are not supposed to question Him, but I’ve never been this heartbroken in my entire life. I needed a moment to unleash as I let out a gut-wrenching scream from the depths of my soul into one of the pillows. My heart was broken into a thousand tiny pieces. My whole life I thought what Gator was showing me was real love. All the hustling, the late nights I stayed down because in my heart of hearts, I thought he would be my husband…my soul mate. I sat and cried until my eyes wouldn’t allow me to anymore.

  Once I calmed down and gathered my thoughts, I realized things could have turned out a lot different for us. Khadi could’ve killed me and Sophia on the spot, but he spared us. For that, I will work off this debt but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t give his ass a hard time while doing it. I dug in my suitcase for an outfit and headed into the bathroom to pull myself together.

  I could feel Khadi burning a hole through me with his eyes as I walked down the stairs, so I avoided eye contact with him. The fitted black dress I wore had slits starting from the sides of my breasts all the way down to my knees on each side showing most of my skin. The strappy top gave my breasts the right amount of cleavage. I washed my hair in the shower and decided to wear it down and curly, while blessing my face with a lite beat of makeup. The Ruby Woo MAC lipstick stood out on my full plump lips. Thank God Sophia packed everything I needed.

  Khali started whistling but immediately stopped when Khadi shot her a deadly look. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, she grabbed my arm pulling me close to her and whispered, “Damn you look good, girl. Just wait until everyone sees you.” She winked at me before sliding in the back of the black and grey Bentley, Mulsanne where Biggs held the door open for us to get in. He smirked at me and I rolled my eyes at his ass. I was still pissed he knocked me out. The ride to dinner was pretty quiet. Khali was constantly texting someone and Khadi sat silent as he stared out the window.

  “Where’s Sophia?” I asked breaking the silence staring at Khadi. The burgundy blazer he wore complimented his dark chocolate skin. The white dress shirt he wore under it was unbuttoned at the top revealing the tatted cross in the middle of his upper chest where two simple, not too flashy gold chains rested. The two diamond studs in each ear probably cost more than the average person’s salary and the diamond grill that rested in the bottom of his mouth glistened as he spoke.

  “She flew out this morning to Mexico to be with her family.” He answered, staring directly into my eyes. “She will call you once she’s settled. Khali, put your phone away.” He coldly stated before turning his attention back to the scenery outside the window. I was surprised at how quickly she locked her phone and slid it inside her clutch without saying a word.

  The car came to a stop and a few seconds later Biggs opened the back door. “Oh my god, I love Trulucks,” I said aloud to no one in particular as I stepped out of the car. Gator and I frequented the restaurant every
time we took a trip to Miami. Soon as we walked inside, the hostess immediately led us to a private room towards the back of the restaurant. The live pianist was playing and the chatter among the patrons gave off Miami nightlife vibes.

  “Here you are Mr. Santana, the rest of your guests are already inside.” The skinny hostess said a little too flirty for me.

  Soon as Khadi opened the door, I was surprised to see a room full of people laughing and drinking around the long table. Everyone fell silent once they realized we were in the room. I took note of the fact then whenever Khadi entered the room he demanded respect without saying a word. He placed his hand in the small of my back and walked me around the table.

  “This is my brother, Khaddo and his wife, Camille,” he pointed towards a nice looking handsome man with similar features as him, wearing a white dress shirt and a tie hanging loosely around his neck like he had a long day at the office. Camille stood up and introduced herself; she was about 5’6 and wore her hair in a shoulder length bob that framed her model face perfectly. The neon peach Herve Leger dress complimented her caramel skin and her breasts sat up perfectly like Dr. Miami crafted them himself. “And this is my baby brother, Khaza,” he pointed to a younger version of him and Khaddo.

  Khaza’s hair was cut in the spongey look that the younger guys wore these days with a full-face beard. The grey fitted V-neck he wore showcased the many different tats that covered his arm. The galore of different diamond chains he wore around his neck was a little too flashy for me, but he was definitely a handsome young man like his brothers. He had two beautiful women seated on each side of him. He nodded his head towards me and focused back on his girls. “You already know Biggs and the rest of the crew, you will get to know soon enough. Everyone, this is Brooklyn.” He said right before he took his seat at the head of the table. I walked around the table to the empty chair with all eyes on me.

  “Damn ma,” one of the guys whom later I learned name was Champ, tried to grab my thigh. Jerking away, I looked toward Khadi for him to put Champ in his place.