Cuffed By A Kingpin

by Heiress

  Cuffed by Kingpin

  By: Heiress

  Dedication

  My first, my last and every book in between will forever be dedicated to my daughter, KaiLyn. For you are the reason I do this.

  Acknowledgements

  To My Family

  Without your support, I would not have made it.. Thank you to my mother who is willing to support me no matter religious beliefs and others negative opinions on what I choose to use my gift and talent for. Thank you to my husband who's always been there for me and supporting me. Thank you for staying up with me all night when I was writing and editing. You’re the real MVP. Thank you to my big sister Kalin and my little brother Cartier who keep me motivated and always lets me know that I’m great at what I do.

  To Author Sol

  Thank so much Sol for being such a friendly, warm and sweet spirit. You didn't know me from a can of paint, yet you helped me out. You gave me great advice and answered all of my questions. You are my favorite author and I can't wait for you to see me grow into the author you had faith I would become. We need more women like you. Thank you for sticking with me and coaching me. You’re a true inspiration.

  To My Publisher K.C.

  Where do I start? I’m forever grateful for you K.C. When you reached out to me, I was beyond flattered. Your one of the hardest working women I know in this industry so to be recognized by you was so unreal to me. I had only written three books at the time and you saw the potential that I still struggle with till this day. It took a lot of courage to leave my well respected publishing company but I believe in you and you believed in me. I can’t wait to learn so much being a part of your company. I believe that you are going to give me so much knowledge and wisdom and I can’t wait. You’re such an intelligent woman with such an inviting sweet spirit. I appreciate you more than anything and I pray that God blesses you in every way possible. Thank you so much K.C.!

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  PROLOGUE

  CALIANA: EIGHTEEN

  Glaring into my father’s downcast eyes, I pleaded with mine that the news he was telling me wasn’t true. The only piece of love I had left on this earth was fading right before my eyes. There was nothing I could do to change his situation, and that alone tore me up inside. I had a heart and if I could rip it out of my chest and give it to him, I would. But I couldn’t. Today I was turning eighteen, and instead of having a party, I was sitting beside my dying father. This was the absolute worst birthday present ever.

  “Dad why can’t you just get another heart? We have enough money to make that happen. I can start making arrangements now,” I rasped due to my hoarse voice. I had been drowning in tears for the last hour. This was heartbreaking news, and I could actually feel my heart crackingfrom the inside.

  “Cali it’s too late for all of that. I’m dying, and there is nothing we can do about it. It’s happening and you are going to have to accept this. I know this is rough news, but it is what it is,” he told me, caressing the outside of my hand with his thumb.

  “Accept this? It is what it is?” I mocked him in disbelief. I can’t believe he was acting as if this was nothing. “You’re not about to teleport into heaven for a few days and then come back down after visiting God. YOU ARE DYING!” I shouted, snatching my hand from his. “This is not us saying I’ll see you later. You’re leaving this earth and never coming back. How the hell am I going to accept this?”

  “You watch your tongue young lady,” he spoke in a calm tone, but even at a low volume. I knew he wasn’t as serene as he sounded. My father was the type of man that didn’t need to raise his voice for you to know that he meant business. “You already know that we can’t interfere with God’s doing. If it’s in his will for me to go then so be it. I have come to terms with this.”

  “Yeah, you have, but I haven’t. This is so selfish of you. You waited until the last minute to tell me you’re dying because you knew I would have done everything in my power to prevent this. What am I supposed to do without you? It’s just you and me. I have no one else,” I sobbed. I was the only child being raised by a single father. It was told to me that my mother left my father due to his occupation.

  My daddy was the biggest arms dealer in Jamaica. He also had land that he inherited from his father that contained tunnels. Those tunnels were used to smuggle items into the United States that I’m sure were illegal. The land was out in Kingston, but we lived in Jacks Hill, Jamaica.

  “You’re not going to be alone my daughter. I have made arrangements for you to be well taken care of,” he informed me, mustering up the strength to try and sit up in his bed.

  “Well taken care of how? I need more than that.” He tended to give me little to no information when letting me know something. It was his way of keeping me in the dark, yet still giving me enough to go on.

  “Well,” he started, clearing his throat. “I have arranged somewhat of an agreement with a man named, Banks. You don’t need to know his occupation, but he is a very wealthy man interested in our land. His son will be taking over his company, and he will need our tunnels to…well you know. They will take good care of you.” He was pretty much talking in circles. That still didn’t tell me anything.

  “What’s the catch? Am I going to be working for him? Where does he stay? How am I of any interest to him? The least you could do is give me something, Daddy,” I begged for more.

  Taking a deep breath and then exhaling loudly, he stared into my eyes. This was when I knew he was about to be truthful when he looked me in my eyes. “When I die, you will inherit my land and my business. In order for Banks to have access to both, he needs to be legally entitled to it. Therefore, we have signed an agreement that you and his son wed.”

  With my mouth wide open, I shot up out of my chair. “WHAT?” I yelled. I can’t believe he was marrying me off to a stranger as if I wasn’t his daughter. This wasn’t even normal. Who even does arrange marriages anymore? “Mi cyaa believe yuh doing dis! Mi nuh marrying him!” I shouted in my native tongue. I only spoke in Patois when I was angry, and I was definitely pissed off right now.

  “Watch yuh tongue! Yuh a guh dis whetha yuh like it or nuh!” he demanded, coughing. Grabbing the cup of water on his nightstand, I placed the straw to his mouth. Rubbing his back, I waited for him to get done drinking. “Cali please just do this. You don’t have to love or even like this young man. I just need you to be safe and secure, and this is the only way I can do that. A lot of people want to get their hands on what we have, and they will do anything to get it. Banks is a good friend of mine, and I trust him. Please trust me and know that this is the right thing to do. I would never do anything that wasn’t for your own good,” he said, reaching up to my face to stroke my cheek. He thumbed away the tears that escaped my glossy eyes.

  I didn’t want to do this, but I had no choice. When my father dies, I will be alone. The men that work for him don’t have my best interest at heart so I couldn’t lean on them
. They will kill for our family’s land just like my father said. Every bone in my body was telling me to be rebellious and just stand my ground and say no. The look on my father’s face pleaded for me to obey him. I had never gone against his will before and I wasn’t going to start today.

  “Okay, Daddy. I’ll do it,” I agreed just above a whisper. Pulling back the covers of his King size bed, I climbed in and snuggled up next to him. He held me tight around my shoulders, and we just laid there. I never wanted him to let me go. Here I was on my eighteenth birthday preparing for my father’s death. Not only that, I was about to become someone’s wife. This was something I was not prepared for.

  CHAPTER 1

  COMPTON: MARRIED AT FIRST SIGHT

  With eyes low, I watched her exotic body move in ways that had my dick on full salute. She had a slim waist with an onion ass so big that it would bring a grown man to tears just looking at it. Her full lips, upturned brown eyes, and long silky black hair made her look exotic. She was Trinidadian, so I called her my little foreign bitch. It was an important day for the simple fact that I was officially taking over my father’s empire. So, I decided to treat myself. At twenty-three years old, I was taking on the role of a Kingpin. I had always been that nigga in the streets, but now I was a King. The King of Cali.

  “Enough of the teasing. Come get them knees dirty. Make that shit nasty,” I demanded, curling my finger and she followed. She kneeled before me and pulled down my jeans, unleashing her undying desire. Monster. And that he was. She glanced up at me as she teasingly licked the tip of my dick causing me to jerk. Once she was done toying with me, she went to town on my shit. She used one hand to massage my balls, and the other to jack me off while she sucked the tip of my dick.

  “Shit, Mo,” I groaned, grabbing the back of her head and grabbing her hair tight. My lip curled up in pleasure as I watched her wet tongue slurp the sides of my stick. My veins were protruding through my flesh as she absorbed every inch of me down her throat. “Shiiit. Choke on this mutha fucka, Mo. Daaaamn!” I gritted through clenched teeth. Monique was sucking my dick so good that I thought it was Pinky down there handling business.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned, and the vibration from her humming made my balls tingle. If she didn’t stop doing what she was doing, I was gone bust something serious.

  I continued to enjoy the sight of her stimulating the shit out of my dick. She made sure her mouth was nice and wet. I liked that sloppy toppy. So, when she spits on my dick and then slurped it back into her mouth, I groaned loudly. Monique was a nasty bitch. The echoes of her slurping and gagging bounced off the walls of her apartment. Tightening the grip on her hair, I cursed feeling myself about to cum. “Shit, God Damn!” I cursed, bursting into her warm mouth.

  “Swallow it,” I ordered, and she did as she was told. “Let me see?” she opened her mouth sticking her tongue out so I could make sure she got it all. “Good girl.” Pushing her back lightly, I stood to my feet. Stuffing my dick in my jeans, I walked away from her and grabbed my keys off her coffee table.

  “Compton, why you keep doing this bullshit? We were once in love, and now you treat me like some random hoe. Why can’t we just go back to the way it was? Me, you-,”

  “And Black?” I interrupted. Her facial expression changed now showing regret. “I ain’t forget that shit, Mo. You lost my trust and my loyalty. That can’t be earned back. You know that.” I mugged her before turning back towards the door. “Check you lata’,” I threw over my shoulder before leaving out the door. See, Monique wasn’t just some bitch I had sucking my dick. She was once my fiancé. We had been together ever since we were twelve years old. Back in the day, you couldn’t tell me I didn’t love that girl from the depths of a nigga’s soul. We were all good until some shit went down and I was left with a broken heart. Lesson learned. Never wife these hoes. They not loyal.

  Hopping into my money green Bugatti Veyron, I pushed to start. I pulled off in route to my crib out in Beverly Hills. I was a Compton nigga all day hence the name, but I had to make the necessary move. Shit got too crazy in the hood for a nigga who got money. Turning up my radio, I blasted Nas through my speakers and cruised home.

  After driving forty-five minutes, I was now pulling up to my gated mansion. My Paul McClean designed contemporary style crib was dope as fuck. I had an ocean view, a dramatic open floor plan and walls that collapse made of glass. If I wasn’t such a hood nigga, you would think I was famous. But then again, I was Compton.

  When I noticed my father’s Bentley in my driveway, I figured he was here with the bitch I was supposed to marry. I know this was some Stone Age type shit but I wanted my old man’s empire to be greater than it was with me in charge. I wasn’t down for it at first, but it was technically a business transaction. I marry her and get her people’s weapons and tunnels to smuggle in my drugs. As for her, she could have anything she wanted. Anything, except me. I was no longer with the monogamy shit.

  Stepping out of my whip, I closed my door and proceeded towards the front of my house. When I opened the door, I was caught off guard to see a short ass slim chick standing in my foyer. She had a nice round ass, but it wasn’t enough for me. Her hair was full and curly in a natural state and I could see that she was a light skin broad. I could tell we wasn’t gone click off rip.

  “You sightseeing, Lil’ momma?” I asked, closing the door behind me. She jumped with fright at the sound of my voice. When she turned around to face me, something within me jolted. I didn’t expect her beauty to literally cause a nigga to go mute. She was a sight for sore eyes no doubt. Her cute pouty lips, button nose, and grey eyes almost compelled me, but I quickly snapped out of it. This was a business deal. Nothing more and nothing less.

  “Sorry. I was just admiring your house. It’s pretty nice,” she complimented with a smile. Her perfect pearly whites nearly blinded me.

  “Yeah, it’s aight’. Where my old man at?” I wasn’t trying to make conversation. I just wanted to sign these papers. Fuck her good so she could give me a seed. Give her some money and then we could go our separate ways.

  “Well yuh quite di rude bowy,” she uttered something sounding like Rihanna’s foreign ass.

  “Fuck you just call me?” I quizzed walking up to her. She seemed scared of me as she backed up and that’s how I wanted it. I needed her to know I wasn’t the one to fuck with.

  “Son!” I heard my old man call out to me as he rounded the corner. “Show your soon to be wife some fucking respect. No need to show her the savage side until y’all say I Do.” He laughed. I ain’t find not one shit funny.

  “Ain’t gone be no I Do’s. We are signing papers and that’s it,” I told him in case he had forgotten. “Why she here anyway? I thought we were gone meet at a local spot?”

  “Before I get into all that, y’all need to be properly introduced. Baby girl this is my one and only son, Compton. Son this is Caliana. She goes by Cali,” he introduced us.

  “She gone be called whatever the fuck I call her. Right now, her name is frog so she can leap the fuck up out my crib,” I snapped. At first I was caught off guard by how cute she was, but I been snapped out of that trance. I was far from a nice dude. I didn’t like people in the place where I laid my head and my old man knew that.

  “You better watch your damn mouth around this young lady,” I heard my mother’s voice say from behind me. “Don’t have me show my ass in here because it won’t be pretty,” she warned, getting closer to me. Walking straight passed me, she approached my so called new wife.

  My mother grabbed her hands in hers and checked her out from head to toe. “Well aren’t you just a gorgeous little thing. My grandbabies are going to be so adorable. I just can’t wait!” she exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear.

  The look on Cali’s face told me that she was completely confused. “Babies?” she quizzed, glancing over at my father. “Mr. Banks, my dad didn’t tell me anything about babies. I’m only nineteen. I’m not ready to be a mother, let alone a wife,�
�� she expressed.

  “Nineteen? The fuck?” Now I was confused. “Ah hell nah,” I let out, twisting up my face.

  “Look it’s a lot you both weren’t told which is why we brought you here, Cali,” my mother spoke up. She gave my father a look that I couldn’t read and then he started to speak.

  “Okay, listen. Yes, you two are to be married but there’s more. The news about Cali’s father’s death may get out and people will come looking for her. They want their hands on them weapons and land and they will try to do whatever they can to get it. We were going to keep this marriage under wraps but now…we have to go public with it,” he revealed.

  If looks could kill, all three of they asses would have been in body bags on the twelve o’clock news. There was no way in hell I was about to get married in public. Not I. “That’s not happenin’ so what’s the next option?” I nonchalantly asked.

  “Ain’t no next option. She’s in danger Compton and I gave her father my word that I would keep her safe. People need to know that y’all are married so they know not to fuck with her. If they do, try and come for her, then we just gone have to handle them like we handle everything else.” My father shrugged like it was nothing.

  “So, what’s going to happen is we’re going to announce your engagement tomorrow over dinner. Have the wedding in a few months and then off to your honeymoon. There you will fuck, have my grandbabies, the end. You can have an open marriage, but whoever you fucking needs to be discreet about it. People need to think you’re happy. Any sign of issues and the snakes will try and slither themselves on in. Once, Cali is married to you son she will be a Banks. That means she will be family and forever have our protection, love and loyalty. Understand?” My mother was looking back and forth between Cali and me.

  “Are those your keys?” Cali asked me, pointing to the keys to my mustang.