Blood. “Baby, put that gun away. He’ll be just fine.”
Blood was hesitant while still holding the gun. He didn’t want anyone or anything to hurt his king. He had been her loyal right hand from day one. Blood never took his eyes off Swag. His intuition was telling him not to trust Swag—not one bit. To him, Swag just rubbed him the wrong way since seeing him on that ship. He didn’t like him, and he felt that King was becoming very reckless lately by picking her play toys.
“Now!” King shouted while looking at Blood with daggers in her eyes. She was ready to cut him open like a fish.
Blood sighed. He was ready to taste Swag’s blood.
Swag didn’t care about their little beef. He was concerned about his hand.
“Just in case you haven’t noticed, my hand is still bleeding. What was this shit for?”
King laughed while looking at the switchblade. She looked like a vampire waiting for her next feeding. She took the tip of her manicured index fingernail and ran it across the blade. Afterward, she put her finger on the tip of her tongue to taste the blood. She smiled as if she were tasting honey.
Swag kept a straight face, trying to show that he wasn’t pissed. However, he wanted to show his real look of disgust, but his stomach started to hurt.
“Mm, your blood tastes divine, Solomon. My Solomon,” King smiled wickedly. She looked down at his bleeding hand. “Oh, I’m sorry about that.” King took his hand and kissed it. She even licked off some of the blood and kissed it at the same time. “Damn, your blood is good.”
To Swag’s surprise, she didn’t have a spot of blood on her perfectly made-up face.
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said. “Once we get to my location, I’ll take care of that for you. But in the meantime,” King snapped her fingers.
That was Blood’s signal to get out his handkerchief and give it to Swag.
“Thanks,” Swag said, then nodded.
He wrapped his hand with the handkerchief and applied pressure.
“I cleansed you,” King said. “I just took the blood of Swag out, and you’re soon going to be reborn, Solomon. It’s just one more thing to make your cleansing complete.”
Swag looked at his wrapped hand, then at King. “And what does that mean?”
She took the tip of the switchblade on her middle finger and pricked it. A little blood was on her finger. She put her middle finger by his lips and looked at him with lust in her eyes. “Drink, baby.”
Swag examined the blood drop on her finger. “Seriously? You can’t be serious.”
King laughed. “Drink, baby. Don’t worry. I don’t have any diseases or anything. I get a checkup every three months, so I’m clean. How else am I supposed to run an empire?” She lowered her other hand to rub his thigh and touch his manhood. “Now, drink.”
“Eww,” he groaned. Unable to deny her request, he put her bloody finger in his mouth and sucked it.
King continued to massage Swag’s manhood and enjoyed her finger in his mouth. Swag imagined that her fingers were her diamond vagina, the documentary said she was known for.
“Shit, ma, I’m ’bout to come,” Swag moaned with his mouth wide. “Aah . . .” He ejaculated in his pants. “Shit, girl.” He sucked her finger one more time until she removed it from his mouth. “Damn, girl, you wild. Yo’ hand game is out of this world.”
King smiled. “I know, and by drinking my blood, you are all mine.”
Her comment totally fucked up Swag’s natural high. He just realized he’d sucked King’s bloody finger. He wanted to spit it up and vomit, but after that bomb-ass hand game, he was confused. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing to her, so all he said was, “Yeah, baby. I’m all yours.” Swag knew that was what she wanted to hear.
King patted his thigh. “Good boy.”
Blood looked at Swag like he was shit on the back of his shoe. He hated him for sure, and all he could think about were his plans to get rid of him for good.
Chapter 7
The Kingdom
Everyone finally arrived at King’s Palace, which was in the middle of downtown San José. From the outside, it looked like a twelve-story, five-star hotel where only the rich and famous stayed. Everyone got out of their limousines, looking around. Paco stretched his arms and legs. He was relieved to be out of such discomfort. But nothing pissed him off more than when he glanced over and saw Swag and King getting out of their limo. His eyes went straight to Swag’s. If his eyes were bullets, Swag would be lying down on the ground, drenched in blood.
“Boss, you good?” Midnight asked, tapping Paco on his shoulder.
Paco snapped out of his murderous thoughts. He looked at his main dude. “What you say, big homie?”
“You good, Boss?” Midnight nodded. “I know that look in your eyes.”
Midnight knew his boy to the tee, ever since they were kids. When Paco had that “look” in his eyes, it was time for someone to be taken off the scene. But Midnight had to keep in mind that they weren’t in Texas anymore. Now, he was in the King’s domain. And from what he saw on the cruise ship, this chick was no one to fuck with.
“Nah, big homie, I’m good,” Paco said. His eyes shifted to King, and his thoughts returned. Now, I have to get up with this crazy bitch so I can reclaim the position that is rightly mine. Shit, I didn’t break out of that Brazilian shithole for nothing. The Hernandez Cartel will be mine.
“Excuse me, homie.” Paco hurried to get next to King. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders like she was his woman, forgetting he had a wife back in Texas.
King hissed and gave him a look of “Bitch, what?” To her, his touch was like a hairy ape to her jasmine-scented skin. She wanted to use her switchblade that she used to cut Swag’s hand with and slice Paco’s throat. But she was too close, and she needed Paco at that moment.
“How was the ride?” she asked with a fake smile. “Were your expectations met?”
Paco laughed as he kissed her petal-soft lips. “Ma, you did that shit. You really know how to welcome someone to Costa Rica.”
King laughed, but deep down, to her, his kiss was like poison. It was worse than his dick. “I aim to please.”
Paco then looked at Swag with a slick smile. He glanced at Swag’s hand that was covered by a handkerchief with blood seeping out. “Damn, playboy, what happened to you?” Paco pretended to be concerned, but inside, he was dancing with joy.
Swag didn’t respond because he saw the twins coming their way.
“What’s up, bruh?” Tyler asked, patting Swag on his shoulder.
“Yeah, man, what’s up?” Travis said as he looked at Swag’s hand. “Damn, man, you okay? What happened to you?”
Travis looked at King with cold eyes. He wanted to slice her throat open like a piece of fruit. His blood was boiling at the sight of this woman. To him, King was like Satan in a nightie. He balled his fist up and thought about what she’d done to his finger. Luckily, his wound had been tended to. He still wanted revenge, though, but he snapped back into reality when Blood showed his gun, and King played with her switchblade.
“You better put a smile on that face when you around the King and on her property,” Blood said, waving his gun around.
Travis knew not to challenge Blood. He just put his head down, knowing he was defeated. Whomever King hired as an undercover sniper, they were ready to blow anyone’s brains out at her command. The only thing Travis had on his mind was sweet revenge for King. An eye for an eye, he thought. But in my case, a finger for