The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(60)

“Some doped up crack head killed your mom and a bunch of other woman named Whitney that night,” Alexus said. “On the other hand, I know who planted that bomb on my mom’s front porch. It was Aunt Jenny. She chased me down I-94 in an eighteen wheeler, shooting my Bentley up with a f*cking machine gun. Then she went to my mom’s house and bombed it. There is no connection between what happened to your mom and what happened to mine.”

“You don’t know that. Not for certain.”

“Yes, I do. Aunt Jenny was in that military prison when your mom was killed.” Alexus fixed her eyes on T-Walk’s dripping muscles as he toweled himself dry with a fluffy white Versace towel. “She shot up my Bentley the morning after T-Walk sent his friends to shoot Blake.”

“I wonder why T-Walk never brings his friends around. Doesn’t it seem like he’s been antisocial ever since you two got back together?”

Alexus struggled. “He’s a family man, the type of man King needs in his life. A real man will always put his family first. That’s why I’m with him and not with Blake. All Blake ever cared about was his niggas and his money. T-Walk actually cares about me. I might have been blinded by love at first, but now I see why everybody wanted me to get back with T-Walk. He’s the kind of man I need. I don’t like to share. I want a man I can call my own.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” said Cereniti. She had just yanked out an ear plug. “You know you got mad love for Blake. Word is bond, yo, I got mad love for dat nigga, too. He reminds me of—I don’t know—like a Midwest version of Gucci Mane, you know what I mean? Or a younger version of Birdman. Every real street nigga in America looks up to him, ‘cause he’s just like them. The only difference is he made it out of the hood and they haven’t.”

The girls fell silent as T-Walk strolled toward them, with King Neal ambling beside him. Alexus sat up, scooped her little man into her arms, and pulled him in for a kiss. He laughed jubilantly.

“Where’s my kiss?” T-Walk asked with a smile. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “What the hell were y’all over here talking about?”

“Oh, just girl stuff. And this new Leo Sullivan book,” Alexus said. “Papi and my uncle Flako should be here in a few minutes. I believe Bella and Santiago are coming with them.”

“Those Rosetta Stone lessons aren’t working fast enough. Bella’s always speaking Spanish when she comes around me. Sometimes I think she’s talking about me, cussing me out on the low,” T-Walk said.

Alexus sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes as she stood up, settling her son on her hip. “Do you think I’d let her talk about you behind your back?”

He shrugged. “Mexicans are inclined to stick together,” he japed, curling an arm around Alexus’s narrow waist.

A brief giggle escaped her throat. There was something about T-Walk that never failed to warm her up on the inside. She didn’t know if it was his confident swagger, his model-esque physique, his romantic disposition, or his Drake-ish yellow complexion, but whatever it was had her head over hills in love, a love so profound and complete that she couldn’t even put it into words.

They gathered their things and headed inside to change out of their swimming attire. In the master bedroom suite that Alexus shared with T-Walk, she traded her Mint Swim bikini for a snow-white Emilio Pucci dress and a matching pair of Christian Louboutin heels. She sat down at her twenty-four karat gold dressing table, applying her makeup and watching T-Walk’s reflection in the mirror as he dressed himself in a dark blue Ermenegildo Zegna suit.

“Look at you.” Adjusting his tie, he approached her from behind and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. “I don’t know why you bother wearing all that makeup. You’re just as perfect without it.”

“Whatever. Do you see these bags under my eyes? I look like an old witch, and I’m not even twenty-one yet.”

“Sexiest witch I’ve ever seen.” He drew back abruptly, checking his rose gold Rolex for the time. “About how long do you think it’ll be before you make it to Chicago?”

“I’ll definitely be there by midnight. The family and I have to attend that Democratic Fundraiser dinner at the White House, but we won’t be there for long, so tell Tasia she doesn’t have to send me a thousand messages asking where I’m at. I’ll make it to her little book release party in time for the celebrations.”

Tasia had recently penned a tell-all memoir detailing her exploits as one of New York City’s most well-known strippers, and tonight her book release party—the twelfth one in two weeks—was being held at The Swagger, T-Walk’s nightclub in Michigan City, Indiana.

“Are you bringing any of your friends?” Alexus asked as she penciled on her eyeliner. “The girls want to, wh…you know.”

“I know what?”

“They’re interested in seeing those guys you brought to Club Liv that one night. I forgot their names.”

“Oh, you’re talking about Squirm and his guys.” T-Walk chuckled once. “I can’t have them hanging around me anymore. I’m television’s highest-paid producer now. Squirm’s pushing all of that dope your family been giving me, and he’s a f*cking lunatic, too. Keeping a safe distance between them and myself is only logical. And besides…”