The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(52)

Blake’s first three rounds spiraled through the Buick’s windshield, hitting the driver twice in the chest. Out of the corner of his eye, Blake saw that, like his own assault rifle, Kenny-Lords’ AR-15 barrel was sneezing flames into the air before them. The sound of the gunfire was deafening. Blake saw a quick flash from the Tec 9 one of the Hispanic men was holding. The dense crowd of black men and women standing on the corner of 16th and Drake scattered quickly.

As Nona was veering onto Drake Street, Blake witnessed the Tec-wielder’s brutal demise. Eight 7.62-millimeter rounds tore through the man’s bare chest, and two more created macabre twin circles beneath his left eye; his brains exploded out the back of his head.

It took Blake a moment to realize that he had just killed the man. By that time, the Hispanic thug who’d held the.45 was slumped limply out of one rear window, bleeding profusely; the guy Blake had just wet up was tumbling alongside the Buick after having fell out of the rear passenger’s side window; and the Buick itself was careening into a parked minivan.

When Nona finally stopped the Chevy, Blake got out and fired over fifty more shots into the wrecked Buick. Then he turned around… and saw that Kenny had been shot.





Chapter 31

“Mmmm… I love you, Trintino… keep licking me right there,” Alexus moaned. Her perfectly manicured fingernails were digging into the back of T-Walk’s head. Lying naked on the U-shaped leather sofa, with her generous thighs spread apart and her throbbing clitoris stuck between T-Walk’s lips, she let out another salacious moan.

Then a sudden barrage of distant gunfire startled them both.

“What the…?” Alexus murmured.

Trintino lifted his head and frowned. “That sounds too close,” he said, wiping her tasty juices from his mouth and chin.

“This is Chicago,” Alexus said. “What do you expect to hear, birds singing? And besides, it’s not like we have anything to worry about. The exterior walls are bulletproof, all the windows are bulletproof, and that thick slab of glass on the wrought-iron fence is also bulletproof. This place is as safe as the White House.”

The gunfire continued for a couple of seconds. T-Walk set his eyes on the big Sony television and studied the camera feeds until the gunshots ceased a moment later. He automatically assumed that his clique of Gangster Disciples were involved in the shooting, but he wasn’t about to call any of them. His name alone was a multimillion-dollar brand, and speaking on an open line about the shooting could put his entire career in jeopardy.

Clad in a fresh blue pair of Gucci boxers and an equally expensive pair of matching socks, he watched Alexus as she slipped two fingers into her damp vagina. His concrete erection was like a flagpole in his boxers.

“What made you buy a big-ass house in the middle of ghetto?” He asked, pulling out his erection and stroking it gently. “If I had your kind of money, I’d be living somewhere in the Hamptons.”

“I spent two hundred million dollars of my own personal money rejuvenating this neighborhood. Don’t you think I deserve a place here?” She replied, still fingering herself. “Now, will you please put on that condom so we can f*ck? I don’t have all day.”

Trintino frowned at her. “Let me get some head first.”

“You know I can’t do that, T-Walk. Blake would kill me.”

“What?!” He exclaimed. “You got me f*cked up. On Larry you got me f*cked up.” He leapt to his feet, snatching his Armani suit from the arm of the sofa. “You got me like this last time; I’ll be damned if it happens again.”

Alexus sat up and grabbed ahold of his wrist. “Wait a minute,” she whiningly pleaded.

Turning to face the Maliah bodied billionaire, T-Walk gazed down at her angelic visage, admiring her salacious green eyes, and her succulent, heart-shaped lips as they parted to welcome his rigid manhood into the warm interior of her mouth. Just as she’d always done back when they were a couple she pursed her lips around his hard muscle and sucked it as if she’d been personally trained by Pinky.

T-Walk dropped his head back and stared at the overhead chandelier, enjoying the feeling of Alexus’ rapidly fluctuating tongue. He tried to focus on her, but the $250 million contract had him geeked up. Trintino had been raised by his parents to be an ambitious man. He’d struggled through six years of college to achieve his dream of one day becoming a legendary television and film producer, and now he had finally made it. His reality shows were the most watched on prime time television; two weeks prior, he’d joined Tyler Perry for an Esquire magazine cover shoot; and his girlfriend Ashley “Thunder” Hunter, the most aggressive cast member of the Brick House franchise, was now four months pregnant with his first child—well maybe his second child, depending on the paternity test results of Alexus’ son.

His thoughts shifted back to Alexus just as she pulled his dick out of her mouth and kissed its glistening head. She grabbed the condom from the glass-top coffee table, tore open the wrapper with her teeth, and then rolled the rubber onto his saliva-dripping erection.

“You miss this *, don’t you?” She said, turning to kneel on the sofa. Rubbing the fingertips of one hand over her clitoris, she arched her back, lowered the left side of her face onto a fluffy white leather pillow, and lifted her rotund ass into the air. “Beat it up the way you used to,” she moaned.