The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(34)

“Wouldn’t want that to happen, huh?” He chuckled

“I’m not trying to piss Blake off. You and I both know how that boy is. He’s still upset about what happened to Lil Mike. I don’t want the media putting any unnecessary pressure on him.”

T-Walk dismissed the notion with a flick of his wrist. “That nigga been shot twelve times, Alexus. A little controversy isn’t going to kill him.”

He began introducing his three friends to the girls. The two dark-hued men were Reggie and Anthony, and the brown-skinned man was Squirm. Alexus noticed Reggie’s truculent expression and wondered why he was so angry. Twice, for a few fleeting seconds, she caught him glaring coldly in her direction. But then T-Walk was talking to her again, and she forgot all about the evil stare.

“Can we go somewhere and talk? I have an idea for a television event, and I’d like to run it by you before I present it to the MTN board of executives,” he said. “We can go up to my place. It’ll only take a few minutes.” He chuckled, cutting a glance at Enrique, who was standing a few feet away from them. “Besides, it’s not like you’d have to worry about me attacking you the way I used to. Not with all these bodyguards you got hanging around.”

“You know I can’t do that, T-Walk. Just call me tomorrow and tell me what you have in mind. Better yet, send me an e-mail tonight. I’ll phone you with my opinion first thing in the morning.”

With a concurring nod, he bent forward so that his mouth was next to her ear and said, “Fourteen billion dollars—in two months! What kind of stock investors are you dealing with? I need that kind of team helping me flip my money.” He straightened himself and gazed down at Alexus, waiting on a response.

She showed him an arrogant grin. “There are some secrets that not even the President is aware of,” she said matter-of-factly. “Add into the e-mail the sum of money that you’re willing to invest. I’ll call you about that, too.”

His mouth was at her ear again. He spoke in his old ghetto lexicon. “You still sellin’ dope?” Then, as if justifying the question, he added, “I know a coupla niggas tryna grab some bricks.”

“I’ve never sold dope,” Alexus replied kindly.

Another chuckle escaped from T-Walk’s lips, accompanied by a warm exhalation of sweet-smelling breath that hit Alexus like a ton of bricks. She wanted to press her lips to his, to wrap her legs around his waist and let him carry her to the elevator and up to his suite. But that was the x-pills thinking for her. She’d swallowed two of them not even an hour prior.

She and the girls stood up and took pictures with T-Walk and his three friends before the men departed.

“How the hell did you leave him for Blake?” Mercedes asked. She was still angry at Blake for what he had done to Duke, mainly because Duke had left her after the incident.

Tasia said, “I tried to talk some sense into Alexus a long time ago. She’d rather be with a nigga who runs the streets like Lil Boosie than a corporate-type like Jay-Z.”

“First of all,” Alexus said, a hundred pounds of attitude weighing down her tone, “I didn’t leave T-Walk, okay. He got upset over me giving Blake some money, so he sent my cousin Bookie and two other niggas to kill Blake, and he broke up with me. Now that I’m a billionaire, he wants me back. Fuck that. Blake’s been with me since we were all driving around with bricks in the trunk, so he’s who I’m marrying. End of story.”

And the truth was, Alexus was in a hurry to jump the broom—for a number of reasons. Topping the list was her worry that she would be murdered—by the Zeta cartel, or the Sinaloa cartel, or maybe even by her own cartel—before she and Blake were able to tie the knot. Second was the daunting thought of Aunt Jenny and the highly enriched uranium the CIA suspected her of harboring. Alexus had gone online and viewed a video of a 1946 atomic bomb test in the Pacific Ocean, and she still could not get the image of the massive mushroom cloud out of her head. The CIA was keeping a close eye on Jenny, who’d been staying at the Costilla Resort Hotel in Cancun since her release from the military prison. Director Bowden claimed that Jenny was doing nothing more than relaxing in the sun, spending thousands, out of the $15 million Alexus had given her, on the twenty-something-year-old boy toy she was dating. But Alexus was certain that Aunt Jenny was up to something.

Aunt Jenny was always up to something.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and the DJ’s voice boomed through the club:

“Hold on one second everybody. We have a special, special guest in the house tonight. She’s the woman who’s engaged to one of the hottest rappers in the game. She’s the woman whose net worth has just surpassed Carlos Slim’s, making her the number one richest person in the world. Y’all give it up for Alexus Costilla!”

Alexus found herself blushing as the applause started, a blush that deepened when her entourage stood and clapped along with everyone else. She took off her sunglasses and mouthed, “Thank you,” seven or eight times. Then the DJ put on “Money In The Air,” a strip club anthem off Blake’s album, and the crowd went ham.





Chapter 22

King of Diamonds Strip Club

‘She grabbed her knees and made that ass vibrate…

Did it so good she made my eyes dilate

I’ll throw a hundred thou now, nigga, why wait