The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(54)

A volcanic heat boiled up from Blake’s midsection and tensed the herculean muscles in his chest. Think, he told himself, just calm down and think. If Alexus was somewhere with T-Walk, there was nothing he could do about it. Not now, at least.

Still clinching his teeth tightly together, he said. “See if you can get in good with his li’l buddies. Give ’em some * if you have to. I got a hundred thousand for you.”

He ended the call abruptly and stood up, causing the four thick bundles of hundreds to fall to the floor as he stormed off toward his mobile bedroom.

“Don’t be stupid,” Streets shouted after him, but Blake’s ears were practically closed as he entered the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

He attempted calling Alexus three more times, and all he kept getting was her voicemail. The same thing happened when he called their attorney. Frustrated, he threw the phone at one of the many silk-encased pillows that were stacked across the head of his bed.

“I’m bodyin’ that nigga on sight!” He shouted lividly. He scowled at the large face that covered most of his heavy black blanket. It was his own face, split in half in black and white to resemble the infamous Scarface poster, and beneath it, the name Bulletface was written in big white letters.

He sat on the bed and ran his hands up and down his face, wondering where Alexus was and what she was doing with his archenemy. An image of her lying naked under T-Walk flitted through Blake’s mind, and he gritted his teeth again.

‘She’s f*cking him right now,’ Blake thought, knowing he was right but hoping he was wrong. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d called Alexus without having gotten an answer. She always answered her phone, even when she was busy.

A soft knock at the door made him lift his head.

“It’s me,” Nona said.

Blake hesitated. “Come in,” he finally said, as he picked up the TV remote and started flipping through channels.

Nona walked in holding Blake’s rubber-banded bundles of hundreds against her bountiful bosom, and the wonderful scent of her perfume, combined with her pretty smile, beautiful face, and pleasant disposition, somehow managed to brighten Blake’s mood a bit. She sat the cash down on the middle of the bed, then shut and locked the door and sat down beside him.

Blake tried to ignore her. He wanted to focus on ESPN, to not think about the triple-murder, Kenny’s potentially fatal gunshot wound, and Alexus’ questionable fidelity. But there was something about a woman with a sexy face and a fat ass that never failed to snag his attention, and Nona Malden was not lacking in either of those departments.

“I hope Fly got your friend to the hospital in time,” Nona said. Her sugary voice was as soft as her knock had been. She placed a hand on his knee and rubbed it gently. “Your brother’s giving you some good advice. You shouldn’t have to jeopardize your freedom for anything. Defending yourself is one thing, but going out looking for trouble is a whole nother subject.”

“They came at me,” Blake said, turning to look at the perfectly-built dime piece seated next to him. For a brief moment, he studied her juicy, pink-glossed lips, already considering f*cking her as revenge for whatever Alexus was out doing with T-Walk.

And then it hit him.

He leapt to his feet and grabbed his smartphone off the pillow.

“I know they came at you, but you could’ve easily paid somebody to do what needed to be done. Don’t end up like T.I., bouncing in and out of prison. Some bad situations are avoidable, Bulletface. Your fans need you out here in the free world. Not behind bars and definitely not in an early grave.”

Blake was only half-listening to Nona. He was tapping into Safe Home, a smartphone app that granted him full access to all of the surveillance cameras at every one of his and Alexus’ many homes. He immediately scrolled down to the 15th and Trumbull listing and touched it.

And what he saw made his blood boil.

T-Walk was sitting on their living room sofa, and Alexus was on her knees in front of him, bouncing her head between his parted thighs.

Suddenly, Blake became very calm. Clicking out of the mobile app, he sat back down and smoked the rest of his blunt, gazing vacantly at the TV. He tried vehemently to delete from his memory the image of Alexus sucking T-Walk’s dick, but it was to no avail; he doubted if he’d ever forget that painful reality.

He finished off the Ace of Spades in three gulps, then flung the bottle as hard as he could at the wall and watched it shatter to pieces.





Chapter 33

Alexus stroked and sucked T-Walk’s thick phallus until he doused her face with semen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that her iPhone was ringing incessantly, and she was glad that she’d remembered to put it on silent mode as she, Britney, and Trintino had walked into the living room.

“Damn you, T-Walk,” Alexus complained as she got to her feet.

Trintino looked at her and smiled. Ribbons of cum were streaked across her sexy face. She stepped into her snow-white Louis Vuitton heels, grabbed her hip with one hand, and used the other to wipe two dangling ropes of goo off her chin. Standing before him wearing nothing but her five-inch heels and a bunch of white diamond jewelry, she looked just as beautiful as she was rich.

“I’m glad I muted this stupid phone,” she said, picking it up. There were seven missed calls from Blake, five from Mercedes, and one each from Tasia and Cereniti. With an agitated sigh, she sat the smartphone back on the table and turned to T-Walk, grabbing her hips with both hands this time. “I hope you don’t think I’m going to let you get away with skeeting on my face every time we hook up. Do I look like a porn star to you?”