The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(45)

The cameraman said, “So, Trintino, um, how are you liking Miami? Pretty nice down here, huh?” It was a black man’s voice.

T-walk adjusted his Gucci shades and displayed a cocky grin. “Real nice weather,” he said. “It’s a perfect location for a real boss like myself. I’m out here eating good wit’ my folks, you feel me? My gangstas. Shout out to Larry Hoover and all the other stomp-down bosses, all the Board Members, all the real shot-callers. Shout out to all the real niggas worldwide.” He turned and motioned toward the three-story gray-stone mansion that stood about twenty feet ahead of his Bentley. “You see that crib?”

The cameraman laughed. “How could I miss it?’

“I just dropped nine mill’ on this mansion,” T-Walk bragged. “I’m flying all my family and friends down here this weekend to break it in, and tonight”—he planted one hand on Thunder’s huge derriere and squeezed it—“I’m planning to break it in a little myself.”

“Isn’t Bulletface one of your friends? I know y’all are from the same city, right? He’s probably the hottest rapper to come out of the Midwest since Kanye. I know you’ve got to be excited to finally see a real nigga from your hometown gettin’ it.”

T-Walk sipped from the golden bottle. “Nah… not really. I’m glad to see him succeed, but I don’t f*ck wit’ dude like that. He’s really not the king of the Midwest on any level; if anything, I’m the king. That li’l nigga was coming to cop work from me when we were out there hustling in the streets. He couldn’t even afford a whole thang! I was chargin’ that li’l nigga fifty-five hundred for nine-pieces, you feel me? Now all of a sudden he’s a boss, moving hundreds of bricks?” He scoffed dubiously. “Yeah right! Just because he handcuffed a billionaire dime piece, he thinks he’s a boss. If she hadn’t blessed him with that five hundred million, he would still be broke, and he definitely wouldn’t be lying to the world about all the dope he supposedly moved.”

“Wow. I, uh… thought you two were close friends.”

“Once upon a time we were. But then he started creepin’ with Alexus behind my back, so I broke up with her and sent my li’l niggas to teach Blake a lesson, you feel me?”

“Is that when he got shot ten times?”

T-Walk regarded the camera with a conspiratorial grin. “Is this going up on YouTube?” He asked.

“I’m actually putting it on my blog, but it’ll probably end up on YouTube. Bulletface will end up seeing it.”

“In that case,” T-Walk said, stepping closer to the camera, “I might as well give him a shout-out, huh?” His grin widened. “Right on for taking care of my son. I highly appreciate it. But I need you to do me one more favor. Keep that “king of the Midwest” bullshit out of your mouth, li’l nigga.”

The video ended abruptly. Clenching his teeth tightly together, Blake looked up at Mercedes and said, “I can’t believe this hoe-ass nigga.” He turned and shouted for Alexus.

“She already watched it,” Mercedes said as Alexus walked toward them. “She was waitin’ on you to wake up to talk to you about it. The full video’s on YouTube. It already has, like, seven hundred thousand views, and it’s only been on there two days.”

Just as Alexus made it to Blake’s side, his smartphone started ringing with a call from Fly.

“Man,” Fly said, “you gotta check out TMZ. They got a video on there of T-Walk talkin’ shit about—”

“I just watched it,” Blake interrupted.

“Nah, bruh. You gotta watch it again. Look at the two niggas standin’ off to his right. They’re the same niggas we got in that shootout wit’, when Lil Mike and Terry got killed.”

Blake closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had been right all along, he realized. Lil Mike was dead because of T-Walk.

“I’ll talk to you when y’all get here,” Blake said. He ended the call and took off his shades. An unprecedented fire filled his brawny chest. He considered stomping over to one of the firing lanes and emptying his AK-47 at a paper target, but Alexus sat down on his lap before he could get up. Holding his face between her hands, she sighed and gazed into his eyes.

“Please don’t go crazy over that stupid video,” she said, tapping her soft lips against his. “He’s making us a lot of money. I can’t afford for anything bad to happen to him. Just give me a day or two and I’ll get him to make a public apology.”

“It’s cool,” Blake said calmly. “We need to get that DNA test for King Neal. I want it now.”

“I’ve asked you to take that test a hundred times.” She let go of his face. “I’ll make sure we get it done this weekend, okay? I’ll have a doctor waiting at your parents’ house after Sunday night’s awards show. But first you have to promise not to go after T-Walk.”

“I promise.”

“You promise what?”

“I promise not to go after T-Walk,” Blake mumbled.

‘And promises were meant to be broken,’ he thought.





Chapter 26

Alexus went up to her and Blake’s bedroom with Mercedes while everyone else headed out to the massive eighteen-car garage. She exchanged her white skirt-suit for a white, one-shouldered Louis Vuitton dress and a matching pair of heels.