got up, but almost immediately, he noticed that something didn’t feel right with his right hand. He looked and saw that his right pinky finger was missing, and he was bleeding profusely from that spot. He glared at King, but now she had his pinky finger in one hand and a pair of pliers in the other.
“Looking for this?” she said, taking his pinky finger and stirring it in her glass of wine. She removed the finger, then licked the tip.
“Damn, Paco,” Midnight said. “This woman is a straight-up beast and a G for real.”
Paco laughed. “I know. That’s why I wanted to do business with her. You always want someone this coldhearted and ruthless on your team.”
“Fuck that, Paco! That bitch got my pinky finger!” Travis tried to charge at her—only to be stopped by guns pointed at him by her security team. Many of the topless women aimed everything at him from 9 mm Magnums to machine guns.
Oh shit, I’m fucked, thought Travis, who might be meeting his maker much sooner than later.
Swag and Tyler rushed over to pull him back to the chair.
“Be cool, man,” Swag said.
Guns were still pointed at Travis, and he figured they would blast him in a second. Swag went over to King, got on his knees, and held her hand. “King, please don’t kill my friend. He’s drunk and stupid. He don’t know any better. If you spare his life, I’ll do anything you ask me to.”
King smiled at Swag. She admired his courage. She would usually cut out an eyeball of someone who invaded her space and eat it like a Swedish meatball. But something about him just mesmerized her. “All right.” She raised her hand, and everyone lowered their guns.
Swag took a deep breath. “Thank you, King. I promise he will be no more trouble.”
Swag got up and headed to his seat. He watched as Tyler wrapped his brother’s hand with a napkin. King, however, stood with her wineglass, but she threw the pinky finger aside.
“Let that be a lesson to you all. I am a king, not a queen. And if any of you fuck me over, you will be sleeping with the fishes—or worse.”
They all nodded at their new leader as she lifted her glass. “To a new future of making money, being rich, and bringing down the Bello Family and Hernandez Cartel so that we can be on top of the food chain. To a new future!”
“To a new future!” all the guys said, even Travis, who didn’t want to lose any more fingers.
Swag looked around for a moment. He still couldn’t believe how elegant the ship was, but deep down, he felt as if it were leading him straight to hell. He had finally gotten his wake-up call, and he wished he could turn back the hands of time. He wished he had never gotten involved with Armand and was back in St. Louis, smoking a blunt or two with his boys, but he could only wish. He looked at the food on his plate in a daze. And for the first time in a long time, he prayed. Lord, protect my boys and me, including my cousin Brad. I hope he’s okay. And, Lord, I ask for one more request. If you can, one day, I would love to see my sons again. I love them, and I need you to protect me on this unfortunate journey so that I can get back to them. Amen.
Swag looked up and saw King undressing him with her lustful eyes. She was known for getting whatever she wanted, even if it were him. Swag put on a fake smile, trying to stay in her good favor. And, Lord, please give me strength.
Chapter 3
Mz. Chocolate
After King took a sip of her drink and gave Swag the “I wanna fuck you” eyes, she put her glass down. Then she clapped her hands with a smile on her face. “Come on, everyone. Enough of the drama and sad love song shit.” She waved for her topless girls to go over to the guys. The fellas were in paradise with tits and ass in their faces—something they had missed for the last several weeks.
One thing about King, she had some of the baddest chicks from black, Asian, exotic—all shapes and sizes. She did an excellent job of selecting girls because the guys’ jocks were getting hard like bricks. She knew these men didn’t judge, especially since it was the first group of women they’d seen in a while. Sexual frustration was heating up the room.
King looked over at Swag, who was having a good time with a five-foot-two chocolate chick with a booty that Swag was having the best time smacking the shit out of while his face was between her big breasts. King couldn’t lie. She was getting a little bit jealous. She had no idea why Swag was making her feel things that she hadn’t felt in years. In her eyes, the trick that was dancing all on Swag was doing her thing like back when she was a stripper in a Las Vegas strip club scene where King had found her. She was popping that punany and grinding her ass while going to work on Swag.
Damn, she on him like he was one of them old big spenders she fucked with back in Vegas. Get it, ma, thought King.
The expression on Swag’s face showed he was aroused and ready to bang the shit out of the chick.
God, I wish that were me, thought King, whose hormones were raging.
She seductively played with the strap of her teddy while avoiding her breasts. But watching this chick dance and grind on his wood was making her nipples hard. And when the chick ripped up Swag’s shirt, King was in shock. His body was like a sexy Adonis—muscular and tatted. One glimpse got her pussy dripping wet.
In her mind, if the next man or woman asked her if she wanted to fuck, she’d do them right there on the table. King was just so damn horny that she started to sweat.
Paco sat back while looking down at her long legs. He could see her sweet juices running down them. He grinned, knowing that this was his time to put it on her. Hell, his goal was to be the real right-hand man in all things. He side-eyed Swag. There is no way in hell I’m going to let this pretty boy nigger fuck up my plans with King.
He got up and wrapped his arms around King’s waist while rubbing his hard manhood up against her big ass.
“Aah,” King moaned while guiding Paco’s arms toward her titties. She leaned against him with her head on his shoulder and started groaning while grinding on his wood.
Her aggressiveness turned Paco on as he pushed her titties together and massaged them. He whispered in her ear, “How about we take this upstairs?” Before she could answer, he lowered his hand into her panties to feel her wetness. His index and middle fingers pushed into her folds and made her even wetter. Closing her eyes, King quivered and coated his fingers with her come. “Aah . . . Ooh . . .”
I got her where I want her, thought Paco as he licked her earlobe. “How about it, King? Let a real man beat that shit up real good.”
She opened her eyes and smiled. “You think you can handle this sweet punany, papi?”
“Hell yeah, mami. This dick is like Nyquil. It’ll put you to sleep.”
“Okay, here’s your chance.” She reached for his hand and led him upstairs. But before they reached their destination, King looked back to glance at Swag. While Paco is screwing me, I’ll see your face and pretend Paco’s shaft is yours. Just thinking about Swag pounding her over and over again made her even moister. She couldn’t believe, nor could she understand her immediate attraction to Swag. There was something about him that made her clit throb. She needed a stiff tongue or dick inside of her before she killed every last person on the ship. She looked at Paco.
“What are you waiting for, papi? You said you could handle my honeypot. Come on, show me what you’re workin’ with.”
To Paco, she’d said nothing but a word. He picked her up and carried her up the stairs. He damn sure didn’t want her to look back at Swag’s ass again, and after he handled his business with King, he truly thought she’d forget all about Swag.
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Swag, the fellas, and Paco’s men were having the best time of their lives with the girls. King knew how to treat a man like a prince. The chick dancing