The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(17)

“A man should never put his hands on a woman in a violent manner; my pops always told me that. I couldn’t stand there and watch him choke you out,” Blake replied.

Just as Mercedes was opening her mouth to speak, a pink-colored Bentley Continental GT with a red ribbon tied around its middle came rolling around the side of the mega mansion and stopped beside Alexus and Porsche. Even the rims—24 inch Asantis—were painted pink.

“Happy birthday, Porsche,” Alexus said, smiling.





Chapter 11

Twenty minutes later, Alexus entered the family room with a bowl of lightly buttered popcorn in her hand. “Finally…some family time,” she said, handing Blake the bowl and plopping down next to him on the long, white leather sofa. She grabbed the remote control, aimed it at the 500-inch Sony flat-screen, and pressed PLAY. The movie Think Like A Man started playing. “Does my mom get on your nerves with all those silly questions? I can get her to stop if it bothers you. I think she’s just worried about us getting married too soon.” She looked over at Blake, then at Savaria, who was curled up on the other side of him, her head nestled beneath his arm, her eyes struggling to stay open.

“She ain’t got nothin’ to worry about,” Blake said. “You in good hands wit’ me.”

“I know.” Alexus paused and glanced down at her seven million dollar engagement ring. “Does being engaged to a billionaire make you at all uncomfortable?” she asked suddenly.

“It did a little, at first,” he admitted. “I’m cool with it now.”

“Good; it’s a materialistic distraction and I don’t want any distractions in our relationship.”

“The only think distractin’ me from focusin’ on you is Papi’s old ass. I’ll never forget the day he showed up at my Miami mansion carryin’ a backpack wit a severed head in it. That crazy muhf*cka dumped it on my floor and kicked it at me, like it was a soccer ball. And I bet you he’s the one that lynched Rita’s fiancée while I was in the hospital; nobody else could’ve done that shit.”

“Nat Turner was found hanging from that tree in Southampton, Virginia on the eleventh of November. Papi was in Italy that week.”

Blake shrugged and stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth. “Well he had somebody do it. He’s still crazy. Niggas in my ‘hood don’t chop off heads. That’s some wild shit.”

“Beheadings have always been popular among Mexican drug cartels. The Colombians sometimes do it, too. It humbles friends and frightens enemies. Whenever you’re dealing with billions of dollars in drug money, war is an inevitable factor, and usually the most violent cartels reign supreme. Papi’s only doing what’s necessary to sustain the family business.”

The two of them went silent for a couple of minutes, eating popcorn and watching the movie. Alexus wondered why Papi had not yet phoned her about the meeting, and why the U.S. Government had released Aunt Jenny from federal prison.

Switching topics, she asked, “Why’d you turn down my mom’s offer? Eight million viewers tune in to her show every weekday. You could’ve utilized that as an opportunity to promote your album.”

“The promo tour will be enough to get a bunch of albums sold. And I’m plannin’ on bettin’ forty or fifty million on that Mayweather and Cotto fight next month anyway. That’s guaranteed money.”

“I’m not letting you bet that much money on a fight, Blake.”

“Why not? Mayweather gon’ beat the skin off that boy. I might as well make that li’l twenty seven million off the—”

“Are you serious?” Alexus scoffed laughingly. “Cotto is going to paralyze Floyd.”

“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause he’s a Mexican.”

“I’m just as much black as I am Mexican. Race has nothing to do with it. Cotto’s a better fighter, that’s all. I’ll put fifty million on Cotto any day.”

Blake turned to her, a conspiratorial smile burgeoning on his face. “Bet,” he challenged.

“Nuh-uh,” Alexus said, shaking her head and showing a reciprocal smile. “You are not about to talk me into a fifty million dollar bet.”

“You’re the one that said it.” He leaned toward Alexus and kissed her on the cheek. “We don’t have to bet money though. I can think of a few other things we can bet.” He pushed a hand between her thighs, slid it up beneath her mini dress, and dipped a finger into her naked *. “Nanny put the baby to sleep yet?”

“She’s doing it now,” Alexus murmured, feeling her nipples stiffen in response to Blake’s touch. “Mmm…boy, don’t start nothing you can’t finish.”

He stood up slowly so as not to awaken Savaria. His white tee shirt, with its gray, overlapping LV logos, stretched across his broad chest and complimented his four white-diamond necklaces; his gray, loose-fitting sweatpants fit him perfectly. Alexus spent a brief moment studying the long muscles and corded veins standing out in his arms. Then she lifted her eyes to his handsome face as she got up and stood face to face with him.

“You think you’re so cute.” She hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, and his powerful hands moved swiftly to her ass. “Where do we go this time? We’ve broken in just about every room.”