The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(77)

“Yeah. I’m pulling around now.”

The next minute or so was a blur.

Just as he ended the call, Mercedes came running at him, slinging her phone at him as she ran.

Blake jumped to his feet and grabbed Mercedes’ arms before she got a chance to swing. His Desert Eagles fell to the alley’s gravel floor.

“You killed my—Motherf*cka, you killed Duke!” Mercedes screamed, kicking at his legs.

He picked her up and quickly carried her across the alleyway, slamming her back against the club’s rear door just as two black Bentley coupes turned into the alley.

“What the f*ck is you talkin’ about?!” he shouted at her snarling face. “I ain’t killed nobody! Stop trippin’!”

“Bitch-ass nigga, I know you did it! You paid somebody to kill him!” She was sobbing hysterically and fighting against his strong hands. “Nigga, you goin’ to jail! I hope you never get out!”

She spit in Blake’s face, and as he was pulling his arm back to slap the taste out of her mouth, the door swung open, cracking against the back of her head.

Mercedes dropped to the ground.

A black steel Glock skidded out the half-open door.

And out fell T-Walk.





Chapter 51

Blake did not hesitate.

He turned and tried to kick a hole in T-Walk’s face, but T-Walk dodged the kick with his forearms, rolled away from Blake, then rushed to his feet.

The two rivals threw icy stares at each other for a half a second. In Blake’s periphery he saw Papi step out of the limo.

Then he and T-Walk traded in their icy stares for balled-up fists.

T-Walk landed the first punch, but after that swift jab, a fight worthy of a UFC championship match followed. They pounded each other’s faces. Slammed each other around. Bake tasted warm blood in his mouth. While still throwing punches at T-Walk he glanced at the two Bentleys that had just parked behind his Phantom and wondered why Reesie Cup was not rushing to his aid.

Mercedes jumped on Blake’s back and dug her fingernails into his face. “Bitch, get off me!” He said, and flung her against the funky-smelling dumpster behind him.

T-Walk was getting back to his feet when Blake caught him with the next punch, a vicious right hook that knocked T-Walk onto his back. Blake picked up the Glock and aimed it at Trintino’s face.

“Yeah, f*ck nigga, you know what time it is” Blake said, getting ready to pull the trigger. “See you at the crossroads, nigga.”



Mercedes was replete with rage as she swung an empty Remy Martin bottle at the back of Blake’s head. The bottle shattered on impact, cutting open Mercedes’ hand and sending Blake to the ground just as the gun he was holding fired. She pounced on him like a ravenous lioness, punching the upward-facing side of his face. Papi shouted for her to stop, but she kept pounding on Blake… until her sister emerged from the door behind her and pushed her off of him.

“Mercedes, we have to get out of here right now! Come on!” Alexus reached for her sister’s elbow, but Mercedes snatched away and stood up.

“Do you really think I’d go anywhere with you?!” Mercedes shouted, casting a tear-filled scowl at Alexus. “My mother is dead because of you! And now my kids’ daddy is dead because of him!” She looked down at Blake, who was on his hands and knees, struggling to regain his balance, and T-Walk was attempting to do the same.

“Oh, my God!” Alexus suddenly screamed; her eyes, wide and shocked, were directed toward the limo. “Papi!”

Mercedes turned around… and gasped.

Their father was lying supine on the trash-littered gravel, right next to the Rolls-Royce limousine’s rear driver’s side tire. Nona had her hands on his chest, corking the gushing bullet hole.

Alexus ran over and dropped to her knees beside him, and Mercedes followed timidly, her anger momentarily forgotten. She stopped at the other side of him. Watched Alexus cradle his head in her lap.

“Call nine-one-one!” Alexus shouted out in panic. “Somebody call nine-one-one! Help me get him in the car!”

“Calm down,” Papi muttered weakly. He coughed, and a bloody mist sprayed from his mouth. His eyelids fluttered rapidly. “I’ll be okay here. Just go and… get Rita. Save her. And no”—he grimaced—“no snitching. Leave the CIA, the FBI”—another bloody cough—“leave them out of it. And take care of Mercedes. You’re the boss now Alexus. Be a great one. Be a…” His words faded.

Mercedes watched her father pass away in Alexus’s arms, and the sight of it stunned her so deeply that she did not move until Enrique appeared beside her, his face bruised, broken and bloated. He helped her usher Alexus into the limo, then he got in the driver’s seat as she slipped in next to her distraught sister.

The limo was already out of the alley when Mercedes looked back and saw Reesie Cup’s Bentley following behind them.





Chapter 52

Stumbling toward the Glock, with blood pouring from his head and his thoughts churning in a blender of dizziness, Blake tried to focus on the task at hand: defending himself against his long-time enemy.

Nona grabbed him before he could get to T-Walk’s gun. “Let’s go Blake. Let’s go home,” she said, pulling him toward the open driver’s door of his Phantom.