The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(55)

T-Walk’s smile widened. “You really want me to answer that?”

“Fuck you, T-Walk,” Alexus said with a smile.

Being around T-Walk always made her smile. She knew that his love for her was genuine, and that, if she let him back into her heart, she would never have to worry about him cheating. He was the most honest, loving boyfriend she’d ever had, and she was considering dumping Blake and taking T-Walk back.

She raked the side of an index finger down her seraphic face, collecting his cum and pushing it into her mouth. T-Walk chuckled.

“That’s the Alexus I remember,” he said.

“Shut up and get dressed, boy. We don’t have all day. I want to be in Indianapolis before Blake and his guys get there. He has a concert at the stadium where the Pacers play.”

“I really don’t give a damn what he has going on. You could’ve kept that to yourself.” T-Walk pulled on his boxers and slacks, then tucked his 9-millimeter Ruger behind his waistline before putting on the rest of his suit.

Alexus picked up her smartphone and went to the bathroom in her master suite to get cleaned up. She dialed her sister’s number, put it on speakerphone, and sat the iPhone on her white marble sink, gazing into the mirror at her cum-striped face and listening to Mercedes’ Chief Keef call tone. Her idiosyncratic smile—more of a half-smile than anything—was still pasted on her face.

“Bitch,” Mercedes answered, sounding upset, “I’ve been calling you for the past hour and a half. You were right about Aunt Jenny. That crazy bitch really did send some people after me. They shot Kenny in the chest.”

“Oh, my God, are you serious?!” Alexus gasped.

“Does it sound like I’m playin’ around?” The pain in Mercedes’ voice was palpable. “Blake and Kenny shot them motherf*ckas up. Three Spanish-lookin’ dudes in a rusty-ass Buick.”

“Is Kenny okay?”

“I don’t know yet. Fly took him to the hospital, and I stayed on the tour bus with Blake. We just pulled up outside the Genesis Center in Gary. I’m hoping this concert’ll calm my nerves a little, ‘cause Lord knows I’m scared as hell right now. I’ve seen my fair share of shoot-outs, but never have I been the damn target! What the hell is wrong with Aunt Jenny?”

Alexus turned on the faucet and rinsed the viscid curds of semen off her face. “Have you talked to Papi?” She asked.

“Not since we left the mansion this mornin’.”

“Call and tell him what happened. I’ll send a few men to the shooting scene to clear Blake and Kenny’s names. Where’d it go down?”

“On Sixteenth and… Drake, I think. Right in front of that corner-store.”

“Yeah, that’s Drake,” Alexus said, suddenly realizing that the rapid gunfire she’d heard had come from that same shooting. “Listen to me, Mercedes. I want you to stay on that tour bus until—”

“Bitch, you must be crazy,” Mercedes cut in. “That stripper y’all brought from Miami last night just got here in Blake’s Phantom. I’m about to take it and speed home to my kids right after I watch Jeezy perform with Blake. I really want to go up to the hospital and stay with Kenny, but I don’t want my name tied to that shooting.”

Alexus sighed, shaking her head and closing her eyes. Mercedes had absolutely no idea how dangerous their aunt was. Over the past couple of years, Jenny—along with several other members of the Costilla family—had attempted to kill Alexus on numerous occasions.

Following a brief moment of silence, Mercedes continued “You know what, big sis? I’m really starting to think that… somehow… Papi’s family had something to do with my mother’s murder.”

“What do you mean ‘Papi’s family’? He’s our father. His family is our family.” Alexus was saying whatever she could to shift the topic away from where her sister had just taken it. “Let’s talk about this later. Where’s Blake?” She quickly added, “Never mind, I’ll call him. You be safe out there. And make sure you call and let Papi know every detail of what went down.”

“Over the phone?”

“Yeah. Our lines are secure. Call me when you’re on the way home. I’ll have some guys stay over there with you for the next few days.”

“All right. Love you, girl.”

“Love you, too.” Alexus hung up and was getting ready to dial Blake’s number when her phone started vibrating in her hand.

New text message:

‘Just to let you know, I watched you suck that nigga’s dick. Forgot about the Safe Home app, huh? I ain’t trippin’ though. Fuck you and that nigga. I’m done f*ckin’ witchoo. Bitch!’

The message was from Blake.

Alexus felt her heart sink down into her intestines for the second time in less than a minute.

Part Two:





Bein’ Single, Seein’ Double, Makin’ Triple





Chapter 34

October 1, 2012

Blake went a full fifty-six days without speaking to Alexus after witnessing her sexual tryst with T-Walk. He’d only called her to check on King Neal, who was now back in her custody. She and T-Walk were again a couple, living in the $125 million South Beach mega-mansion she had purchased from Versace.