Page 10 of DOM: The Miami King

I opened the laptop and connected it to the backup server as my fingers moved fast to move files. If the Feds came, they wouldn’t find what they wanted. I cross wired money trails, rerouted shipping manifests, and activated a falsified legal document trail that would make the most seasoned prosecutor question his own damn case. This was what I was good at. Not just defending criminals. I protected the dynasties and make no mistake about that shit, the Royals weren’t just a family, they were a fucking dynasty. I did my due diligence and took my phone off of DND, wasn’t like I had any missed calls from Dom, neither here nor there, I still decided to head to the club.

The Miami night always felt like something was about to pop off. The streets were lit up in neon colors and humid air. South Beach was moving fast as ever per usual, and I moved right along with it riding through in my black bulletproof G-Wagon like a sexy beast on wheels. I pulled up to‘Club Siren’looking good but feeling a little off no matter how hard I tried to disguise it. The files were still on my mind as well as Dom having Victoria tucked away in themainpenthouse. Meanwhile, I had to live in a separate one like I was just some distant piece of his world, and it truly irritated me.

Inside, Club Siren, the loud bass made the walls rumble as ‘Sexy Redd’ blast through the speakers. Meanwhile, the poles and walls shimmered, and the strippers’ bodies moved like snakes grinding all over men or the pole. This was a place where people popped pills and got drunk as a skunk like the outside world didn’t even exist up in here. The ballers popped bottles, and the money was raining everywhere which is exactly how it was supposed to be. O’Shynn didn’t play that. If they weren’t spending money, they were escorted out and it wasn’t no man in Miami that wanted that kind of embarrassment just to end up on a ‘Tea Page’ somewhere on the internet because everything was about the image here; fake it till you make it. The dancers twirled and shook ass on the overhead bars making magic out of their struggle because for a lot of them, it was their safe space.

The thick smoke swirled under strobe lights as I passed the bar without looking at the dudes trying to look at me. I didn’t come here for attention and the man I did want it from barely gave it to me. I simply came to keep my ears open and see if O’Shynn needed any assistance from me tonight. Big Dave, the bouncer gave me a nod of approval because I didn’t need an ID. As a matter of fact, I didn’t need to say who I was because those who knew… just knew. My name alone moved quiet power. While a fair share of people in the underworld knew Dom was my husband, a lot of others didn’t realize that I was Dom’s wife, and that was the way he designed it. But they knew I was Carmen Royal, the crime attorney to the ruthless. The kind of woman you didn't cross unless you had bail money and a bodyguard.

I sashayed upstairs and found O’Shynn where she always was owning the mezzanine like a queen pin in heels. Her black latex bodysuit hugged every curve of her body, and her hair was slicked back, as her curls cascaded down her shoulders. O’Shynn was beautiful in every way and that’s why dudes gawked over her, dudes who she’d never pay any attention to because O’Shynn refused to love men.

She was mid-laugh with a city commissioner acting like she was laughing at jokes that weren’t funny while slipping him paperwork underneath the table. Politics, power, and pussy are what moved this place, and she played all three without breaking a nail.

“About time,” she said when she saw me, kissing my cheek while handing me a drink.

“I had to process the disrespect first,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “He has herin the main penthouse? Can you believe that shit? I never let much bother me, but that shit does, meanwhile I have to play it cool because this is what I signed up for.”

Her smirk faded just a little. “That part, girl I hear you. I truly don’t know how you did it, but then again, I do.”

I raised a brow and took the shot of Hennessy. “What that mean O’Shynn?”

“It means, although you feel how you’re feeling, no other woman comes before you. Hell, he funded your entire career and set you up nice. You get anything you want and never have to spend a dollar because Dom made sure you’re put up for life. I say fuck all of that other shit,” she winked.

I understood her perspective, but O’Shynn was just heartless so she could never relate. “I’m his wife, not some outside chick. Yet I’m posted up like a side mission, and she’s sitting center-stage.”

“His contract wife, his arranged marriage wife, don’t leave that out. I love that you love my brother, and I know it gets bothersome, but I admire how you keep it together. Trust me, he’s going to fold one day, that man loves you too, he just won’t do it out loud yet.”

Instead of responding, I scoped out the scenery while she continued. O’Shynn sipped on her own drink slow, looking cool as a fan. “Anyway, right now it ain’t even about the girl. It’s about the message. If El Blanca’s niece is inourspace, that means she’s in our business.” She glanced down at the floor below, scanning just like me. This place was full of Cartel and the naked eye would never know it. The Royals ran deep, and I knew that Dom had to beef up on security in all areas. “I didn’t hear about it from Dom,” she said after a moment. “I heard it fromDique’s crazy ass.”

I raised a brow again. “You spoke to Dom?”

She shook her head. “Not yet, but I’m gonna.”

She stood and grabbed my hand with a wicked look on her face. “Come on… let me show you something.”

She led me through the velvet-back corridors behind the main floor. The lights shifted and the music began to sound muffled the deeper we went. We passed some dancers on break, security posted, and girls getting touched up in the locker room using all of the house mom’s supplies. We finally reached a coded door. She smoothy keyed it in, and the lock clicked open. I was nowhere near prepared for what was behind the door. The room was a deep red with dim lights, leather straps, chains, and mirrors. It was a full dominatrix setup. I was speechless as my brows rose.

She smirked and gave me a tour. “Shhh, this is my little secret right here. This is how I hold a lot of power and make these men succumb to whatever I need. I got everybody paying me for private sessions from judges to executives to D.A.s. Trust me, you’d be surprised what kind of men pay extra to lose control.”

“You dangerous,” I grinned. “Don’t let your brothers find out.”

She shrugged. “I do my job, any other business, is my own, especially what I do with my pussy and my free time. Shit turns me on too, so why not?”

I knew O’Shynn delt with heartbreak in the past, but she would never tell the story. I was almost positive that’s why she truly had no mercy on dudes. “So, you just around here beating muhfuckas huh?”

She winked. “I’m just creative with power.”

Before I could respond, her earpiece buzzed causing her to tilt her head and narrow her eyes. “They here. Dom… Dique… Tone… andher.”

That familiar feeling of a knife twisting in my stomach was there again. We walked back out just as the energy in the club shifted because you couldfeelDom’s presence before you saw him like someone important had just entered. He walked in with his head high as usual and strong jaws tight with his eyes locked in.

He wore a black-on-black Amiri outfit and was clean, yet sharp. His iced out Patek watch gleamed under the club lights, and his expression was harder than the diamonds he wore. Dom owned every inch of any space he stepped into. Behind him, Dominique was dripped too looking just as fine as Dom as his chains swayed, and expensive sweatsuit yelled ‘swag’. Tone followed last, just as clean but always chilling and on alert too. Tone was always calm, funny, but deadly as hell if needed.

As I got closer to them, there was Victoria, and she didn’t just walk in, she glided in wearing slim fit jeans on her tiny waist that also showed her plump ass. She wore a crop top, and gold hoops. She was definitely pretty as hell but looked even prettier in person. She almost looked untouchable if you didn’t know better, but I knew what she was fire looking for gasoline. I didn’t really trust it. I felt as though she was a pawn in a game that she didn’t even know was brewing.

I could tell Dom never expected her to come in because when he took a look over his shoulder and saw her, his whole body shifted. His voice was low, but steady and deadly. “What the fuck is this?” he questioned Tone.

Tone held his hands up all casual like it wasn’t shit. “Relax, King. She had to pee and ain’t no back-alley squat situation gon’ happen on my watch.”

“Still, you brought herin here?” Dom growled, with his jaws tight.

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