one of di notorious rap groups inna history. Him a Grammy award–winning produca. Him owns one of di biggest labels inna di music game, an di biggie him a billionaire,” Desiree said, smiling. “Now, yuh cyn beat dat?”
“Damn,” said Swag knowing exactly who Desiree was talking about. It was one of his all-time favorite rappers. Swag must have played his solo debut album over and over again as a kid. He just couldn’t believe celebrities like that still paid for some ass, and they were married pricks at that. He wanted to know more about the celebs Desiree had in her chocolate web. But before he could get more info, he heard a loud voice yell, “Swag! Bring yo’ high yellow ass on!”
Swag was annoyed as he looked at Desiree. “Well, thanks for a great few days. You really relaxed me and helped me take my mind off things.”
Desiree planted a soft kiss on his lips. “Get yuh ass outta here before Blood kills yuh.”
Swag left the room, knowing that what she’d said was a possibility.
* * *
Nearly everyone made their way off the ship. It was indeed a beautiful and sunny day in San José, Costa Rica. Limousines awaited some people, and as Swag was about to get into the limo with the twins, Blood tapped his shoulder.
“What’s up, bruh?” Swag asked.
“Come with me now.” Blood walked off, and Swag followed.
They passed by Paco, who gave Swag a dirty look and mumbled underneath his breath, “Puta nigger.” Then Blood opened the door to a white limo. Swag stood for a moment, not knowing what was going to happen. He thought maybe some dudes were in there waiting to beat the shit out of him. Or even worse, the FBI was waiting for him. After all, he was a fugitive on the run from the law.
“Get yo’ ass in there, bruh,” Blood said, shoving him inside.
Swag’s face twisted, and his voice went up a notch. “I’m moving, but you don’t have to put your fucking hands on me.”
Without saying another word, Blood grunted and slammed the door shut. Swag looked at King, who sat across from him. She looked just as sexy as he remembered. Her long hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her makeup was on like artwork. Baby was showing all body in a pink, one-shoulder, side-spliced short dress with her legs crossed and showcasing her black spiked pumps. She wore diamonds on her neck, ears, wrists, and ankles. Her perfectly manicured nails were painted gold, and a broad smile graced on her face.
Swag cleared his throat. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. The limousine took off, and Swag could see Blood on the passenger’s side.
As the limo drove down the street, Swag couldn’t get over how breathtaking King was. He was nervous in her presence. He knew this chick was deadly, but at the same time, it was a turn-on for him.
King, on the other hand, noticed the woody in his pants. It made her nipples hard. She uncrossed her legs and crossed them again as her goodies started to throb. She looked at Swag, who was still sweating bullets. It was hot in San José, but King knew Swag’s heatwave was coming from inside the limo.
Swag stared at her for a moment before looking out the window and admiring the beauty of San José. He saw the Plaza de la Cultura and the beautiful San José skyline with the mountains in the background.
King cleared her throat. She could sense that Swag was trying to ignore her. “Swag, sweetie, come sit next to me.” She patted the empty seat.
Swag shifted his head toward her. “What, ma’am?”
She laughed and held her chest. “None of that ‘ma’am’ stuff. You American men with this ‘ma’am’ stuff.” She patted the empty seat again. “Come sit next to me.”
Swag took a deep breath as he glanced at Blood, who kept turning around to look at him.
“What the hell are you looking at me for? Boss lady wants you, not me. Now get your ass over there ’cause she don’t like to wait.” He opened up his suit jacket to show off his gun.
Swag ignored Blood and looked over at King, who motioned for him to come her way. He eased over to the seat next to her. His heart started beating faster. He didn’t know what to expect.
King lightly touched Swag’s shoulder. He jumped like she put a bullet in him. Both of them laughed.
“Do I make you nervous?” King asked as she rubbed his thigh.
Swag cleared his throat and attempted to get into his macho mode. His inner “I fear no man but God” dope dealer self came into play. He relaxed and popped his collar.
“Nah, ma, nothing scares me.”
King continued to rub his shaky thigh. “Relax, baby. How about some champagne to calm your nerves?”
Before he could answer, she moved over to the minibar, poured two glasses of 1990 Dom Pérignon, and topped them off with a strawberry. She gave Swag a glass and raised the other in her hand. “To us and our business.”
Swag didn’t want any drama, so he lifted his glass too. “To us and our business.”
They took a sip.
“Mm,” Swag said, admiring the taste of the champagne. “Damn, this shit taste good.”
King removed the strawberry and sucked on the tip like she was sucking on a nipple. She then took a bite of it before putting it back in the glass. Her little gesture made Swag erect. He quickly downed most of the champagne before setting the glass aside. He could feel the champagne taking full effect.
“What’s your real name?” King asked with a serious look in her eyes. His name was rarely something anyone had asked him, and he was caught completely off guard.
“What did you say?”
King twisted her lips but laughed it off. “Usually, I get pissed off for having to repeat myself. If you didn’t hear me the first time, this limousine would be full of blood. But since you’re so cute, I’ll let it slide . . . this time. Just remember that for future references, I don’t like to repeat myself.” She placed her hand back on his thigh. “Now, what’s your government name?”
Swag remembered from the documentary she meant business, and when she asked a question, it was wise to answer quickly.
“Solomon.”
“Solomon. I like it.”
Swag chuckled. “I guess.”
They both reached for their glasses to take another sip of the champagne.
“Solomon is such a dignified name. Why screw it up by giving yourself a stupid American tag name? You know that in the Bible, Solomon was a king and a very wise man. I see so much potential in you as Solomon rather than . . . Swag. I only surround myself with bosses, not wannabe thugs.”
Swag couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He never ever let anyone disrespect his tag name or his street cred back at home.
“From now on, I’ll be calling you Solomon,” King said. “My Solomon. Now that you are with me, I need a real man to help me grow my kingdom. Not some fake-ass dude thinking he’s the godfather or a John Gotti wannabe.” King touched his hand.
Swag stayed focused on her beautiful green eyes that looked like a field of green grass you could run through. It wasn’t long before he felt unbearable pain in his hand. At first, he thought she’d cut something off like she did Travis’s finger. He quickly yanked his hand from her grasp. He looked at his hand, thanking God he still had it. Blood, however, was seeping from a cut. With tightened fists, he angrily looked at King, who smiled. There were no signs of remorse as she showed off the switchblade that she used to slice Swag’s hand.
“Damn, King. Shit! What was that for?” Swag had so much fire in his eyes. He was ready to charge at her. Deep down, he wanted to take his bloody fist and punch her in the face. His thoughts, however, went nowhere, especially