up at her. She was the sexiest chocolate woman he’d ever seen. He didn’t know her name, so in his mind, he was going to call her Mz. Chocolate. She had slanted hazel eyes, a bunny nose, heart-shaped lips, and high cheekbones like an Indian. Her hair was in long, black microbraids. Plus, baby was wearing a pink bikini showing off her well put together Jessica Rabbit shape. She had thick, toned-up thighs and a big ass for days that he loved smacking. Like LL Cool J used the say, “You juggling, baby.” Swag could tell this chick worked at a strip club wherever she was from, ’cause the way she was throwing them hips and ass back and forth, she must have been the club’s headliner. But her best feature that Swag loved was her 34DDs that he couldn’t keep his face out of. Mz. Chocolate was doing a damn good job, and she’d made his dick hard as a rock. Swag was ready to put it on her once he felt the precome rising to his head. Mz. Chocolate was ready too. She reached for his hand so they could go elsewhere.
“Cum pon, love, let mi tek yuh to yuh room,” Mz. Chocolate said in her thick Jamaican accent. She led him upstairs and into a bedroom that looked like a high-class studio apartment. The room had an urban vibe to it with black and gray furniture.
Swag closed the door behind them, and they proceeded to the bed, where Mz. Chocolate pushed him down and leaped on top of him like a leopard attacking her prey. They kissed lustfully, and their tongues wrestled vigorously. For Swag, it felt good to feel a woman’s body next to his. He rubbed his hands on her back until he gripped her thick peach ass and caressed it tenderly.
Mz. Chocolate could feel his hard penis pressing against her, and she wanted to give him something he could feel. She lowered herself and held his manhood in her hands. “Damn, baby, yuh shit looks gud. Plus, yuh get one of dem mushroom heads mi like. Damn, mi hope yuh hood taste as gud as it looks,” she giggled.
“Ha ha ha,” said Swag sarcastically. “I hope you can suck a dude off as good as you kiss.”
Mz. Chocolate smiled . . . and delivered. She wasn’t King’s best girl for nothing, but even she knew the boss had a thing for Swag that would cause all hell to break loose sooner rather than later. That night, however, Swag was all hers.
Chapter 4
Relief
If only Swag and Mz. Chocolate knew that King herself was watching their first fuck fest and now their second. She sat in her private security office, looking at the surveillance footage. Hell, she was a king, and for now, this ship was her temporary palace until she reached Costa Rica. She deserved to know every waking move on her ship. The security room and her room were in the same area. It was painted in a sparkly gold and white color. It had a touch of eighteenth-century vibe to it with a white and gold Victorian bed. Sheets were scattered all over the bed, where Paco slept in dreamland. King put the punany on him, and it put his ass to sleep.
She took her eyes off the screen for a moment to look at Paco. He was surely calling some hogs. King shook her head. Did he really think he did something to my gold-plated vagina and pierced clit? She was pissed at him, and he had the nerve to have a smirk on his face while sleeping! Plus, he’d kicked her expensive Egyptian cotton sheets on the floor and scratched his hairy balls. King was disgusted. She couldn’t believe how a man this fine had a weak dick game. He only knew one position and came after eight short strokes. All that mad game he’d talked at the table while King was getting turned on to Swag meant nothing. If it weren’t for the image of Swag and Mz. Chocolate in her mind while Paco was somewhat dicking her down, she would’ve never come.
King rolled her eyes and looked back at her screens. She was turned on by how Mz. Chocolate was turning out Swag. She could feel more wetness between her legs. She sat back on the chair, completely naked. King loved her body. Shit, she worked hard with some of the best fitness trainers in the world to get her body cut to perfection. In her opinion, she couldn’t run her kingdom with her body looking whack. She had to be polished from head to toe, and she put forth every effort to look her best. Her best never went unnoticed, and she was sure Swag had taken notice too. She had never been this infatuated with a man in a long time. Not since she was 16. Her first lover broke her heart. Swag reminded her so much of him. From his boldness from standing up to her earlier to Swag’s pretty-boy face to his tone of voice, it told her that Swag used to run shit where he was from. Something about Swag triggered her and made her hot all over. In fact, she thought she was catching a fever, but deep down, she knew it was lust eating her whole body like a virus. After taking a deep breath, she touched the screen and pretended she was touching his face.
“Don’t worry, baby,” she whispered. “We’ll have our time real soon.” She blew a kiss to the screen and went to her master bathroom to give her a sexual fix.
Chapter 5
Reminiscing
Swag was in bliss after going four rounds with Mz. Chocolate. Being with her was so addictive. He knew he was addicted to her chocolate and needed more. But after four rounds of pure sexing, it was time for a little rest. He gazed up at the ceiling while taking a few puffs of the Cuban cigar. He then looked at Mz. Chocolate, whose arm was wrapped around his sweaty, tatted chest. Even though her hair was all over the place, she was even sexier when she was sleeping. Swag smiled at the Jamaican beauty. At that moment, he felt like “Tony” Montana in Scarface. He took another puff of the cigar and blew out the smoke. Then he snapped back to reality when he looked at the view out of his window and saw nothing but ocean. He shook his head and said, “Damn.” Everything about this felt right, but he knew it wasn’t going to be all good.
He eased out of bed and put on his boxers that were on the floor. After entering the bathroom, he closed the door and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes looked tired, and his chest had scratches, compliments of Mz. Chocolate, who had obviously had a good time. Swag examined the luxurious bathroom that had a gold toilet, sink, and shower. The one thing he could say about King was the woman had some excellent taste to be so crazy. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face. As he looked at his wet face in the mirror, many questions flooded his mind, and he repeated, How the fuck did I get here? Where did the fellas and I go wrong with this operation? I went from a thief, a stickup kid, a dope boy, a drug trafficker, and now, an international fugitive. Shit, I have one hell of a résumé. He laughed, even though he knew the shit he was in wasn’t funny. He didn’t know what his future was going to look like now, and he never thought in a million years that his life would be like this.
Swag had bigger dreams besides this. He knew that his nana was turning in her grave right now, wondering where she went wrong with her grandson, who had so much potential. Thinking about his nana made him smile. He missed her so much, along with his sons. He looked at his reflection even harder in the mirror and didn’t even recognize the person who was staring back at him anymore. He knew he’d lost someone. It was Solomon Carter. Whatever happened to Solomon Carter?
Swag couldn’t help but think about how he’d been on his own since he was a teenager. His mother, Juanita Carter, only cared about partying, looking good, drinking, men, and sex. Two years after having Swag, she had triplets—two girls, Tamika, Tamara, and a boy named Mickey Carter. Swag’s father was serving life in prison for a crime he claimed he didn’t commit. Swag and his siblings were mainly raised by his grandma, Nina, whom he called Nana. Nina was more of a mother to him than his mother was.
When Swag was young, Juanita lost custody of her children, and Nana had full custody of all of them. Swag loved how hardworking his nana was. She worked as a teacher’s aide and told her grandchildren they were all special.
Remembering his nana brought a big smile to his face, thinking of all the wonderful memories he had of her. He turned on the sink again, using his hand to cup some water to drink and looked up at his reflection once more, and more memories came back.
Swag remembered he used to love playing basketball, and everyone supported him when he was 13. Things were good for Swag and his siblings until he was 15, and Nana died suddenly of a massive heart attack. Then Juanita came back in the picture, now claiming she was a changed woman. Juanita was dressed to the nines in designer clothes, hair done, nails done, and she drove a new Mercedes-Benz.