The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(75)

“You know I do.” T-Walk leaned back in his chair, gazing at the Nigerian goddess. “I’m telling you baby, as soon as my five-year contract with Costilla Corporation expires, I’m moving us to Malibu, get us a nice house overlooking the Pacific Ocean, matching Phantoms—the whole nine. Might even get us a reality show like Ice and Coco. I already discussed it with Seacrest.”

“Ryan Seacrest?”

“Yep.”

Thunder looked back at him, rolling her eyes skeptically. “I’ll believe it when it happens. You were supposed to stay with me last time and you didn’t. I got left behind for Alexus.”

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t leave me for a billionaire?”

“I’m not like you.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

She hesitated. “Not for good. I mean, I’d take care of you without him knowing. I’d probably marry him for couple of months, set him up to cheat on me with one of my friends, then divorce his ass, take half of his money, and spend it all with you.”

“Well, what do you think I’m doing? I’ll walk off with somewhere around thirty billion if I do this right. We’ll be rich forever with that kind of money. And even if I don’t marry her, I’ll still have at least two hundred and fifty million in five years.”

“Who are you kidding, Trintino? You’re never gonna leave her. I’ll be chasing behind your raggedy ass forever.” Rubbing the front of her neck, she cleared her throat and flicked her eyes at the small refrigerator that stood next to the safe behind T-Walk’s desk. “You got something to drink in there? I think some of your kids are growing in my throat.”

T-Walk gave her a disgusted look. ‘Nasty-ass bitch,’ he thought as he opened the mini fridge and tossed her a bottle of water.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Thunder said. “I wasn’t about to let you cum on this thirty-thousand-dollar Valentino.”

A witty retort was on the tip of T-Walks’ tongue.

But then his office door opened.

And in walked Alexus Costilla.





Chapter 49

Her hair was unkempt; it spilled out from beneath her white fur hat like a tangled black mop. The tears she’d cried out over the past hour had caused her mascara to streak down her perfect face, and she hadn’t bothered to wipe away the sad black lines. Her full-length white fur was buttoned shut to conceal her bloodied dress. To avoid being seen she had made Enrique park the million-dollar limo behind the club. Then he’d escorted her up the rear stairs to the hallway that led to T-Walk’s office, leaving Mercedes and Papi to work out their issues inside the stretch Phantom.

And now she stood in T-Walk’s sex-scented office, studying his flabbergasted expression. Thunder wore an identical mask of surprise.

Alexus grabbed her hips and stared at her boyfriend. “Are you f*cking serious, T-Walk?” She murmured, growing angrier by the second.

“Baby, I can explain,” he said.

“Explain what? Why you didn’t cum on her dress? Why you’re here f*cking this broke bitch while your woman is going through hell?”

“Bitch, I’m far from broke,” Thunder quipped, rolling her neck.

There were two gold-plated .44 revolvers tucked away in the deep side packets of Alexus’s coat; she drew one out of her right pocket and aimed it at Thunder’s forehead.

“I don’t want to hear another peep out of you, comprende?” she said to Thunder. “One more word and your head goes out that window. What are we paying you bum bitches, anyway? Forty grand an episode? For twelve lousy episodes? Let’ see, four hundred and eighty grand before taxes, about three hundred grand after taxes—you’re a broke bitch in my book.”

Alexus turned her attention back to T-Walk, stepping aside as Enrique walked in and rested his back against the oak-paneled wall beside her.

T-Walk stood up. “Lexi, I’m—I’m sorry, okay? I’m really, truly sorry, baby. I don’t know what I was thinking—”

“Oh, no, it’s cool,” Alexus calmly replied, lining up the revolver’s sights with T-Walk’s chest. “I might as well make your heart bleed, too.” She threw a diabolic smirk. “King Neal isn’t yours.”

“What?” He dropped his head back for a brief chuckle. “You don’t have to lie to try and hurt my feelings. I said I’m sorry, baby.”

“Do I look like I’m lying?”

“Come on, now, baby. I read the same paternity test results that you read.”

“You read what I e-mailed you. I had the original results changed before I sent them to you. King Neal’s father is Blake King.”

Alexus was widening her smirk to a full-on grin and lowering the .44 when suddenly a crippling blow was introduced to the back of her head. She fell to the floor and blacked out.

*****

By the time Squirm-G had landed the first punch to the back of Alexus’s head, Gusto’s mammoth fists were already colliding with Enrique’s face. Four sharp jabs and a brutal uppercut was all it took to render the brawny bodyguard unconscious. He slid down the wall and slumped over, his nose and jaw broken, blood pouring out the side of his mouth.

“You got bitches pointin’ guns atchoo an’ shit,” Squirm said bending to pick up the golden revolver. “Fuck was she on?”