Page 16 of DOM: The Miami King

Ma came in behind him, slappin’ him upside the head with a playful smirk. "Stop grillin’ the kids, Marlon. Let ‘em eat before you scare ‘em off. We barely get to see them as it is."

She kissed Carmen on the cheek, leavin’ a light print of lipstick that made Carmen blush. Ma still had that effect on people. She had that sweetness layered over steel. "You stressin’ my son, baby girl?" Ma teased, while reachin’ for a fresh plate of oxtails.

Carmen smiled playin’ her role exactly how she was supposed to. "I signed up for this life."

Pop grunted. "Good, ‘cause the streets I know don't come with no refund policy and that’ll never change."

O'Shynn plopped down at the table, fixin’ her plate without a second thought. "Ain’t nobody here stressin’ except Dom, ma. He walkin' round like he caught a body he ain't buried yet. Yeah, it’s heavy but he need to losin’ up."

Dique laughed, shovin' shrimp into his mouth. "If he did, that’s Tuesday for us."

I stayed quiet, stabbin’ my fork into the collards. Carmen leaned in closer while the others talked, with a voice low enough only I could catch, she spoke. "You really want me to take care of my assistant?" She asked, confirmin’ that she indeed heard me when I thought she was asleep.

I nodded once ‘cause what was understood ain’t have to be explained. "She knows too much. She can’t walk around breathin’ uncertainty into this world. If the Feds connect her to you and start pressin’, I’m tellin’ you she gon’ fold like a pretzel. Muhfuckas who ain’t built for this life gotta stay out of it."

Carmen wiped her mouth, still lookin’ calm. "I’ll handle it," she said. I gave her a curious look. She caught it and smiled. "I’ll make sure she gets scared enough to run far away; hell, even change her name and disappear herself. If she don’t listen?" She shrugged pickin’ up her wine glass. "I’ll let you step in; accidents happen every day in Miami."

She always reminded me of exactly why I married her. At first it was ‘cause she was beautiful, smart, and needed a friend, but she also learned the code, respected the code, and lived by the code. We focused back on dinner.

Dique was grinnin’ with a half mouth full of food. "Aye Ma, I don't know what you put in this mac and cheese, but if you was cookin’ like this back when you was dancin’, Pop wouldn’t had to rob nobody. He woulda just stayed home fat as hell!"

Pop chuckled."Boy, you lucky I’m too full to smack the taste out ya mouth."

Dique leaned back in laughin’. "I’m just sayin’, Pops! You was doin' armed robberies when you coulda been doin' armed fork lifts."

Everybody fell out laughin’. I knew Dique was about to start fuckin’ with everybody ‘cause it wouldn’t be like him if he didn’t. "Man, we sittin' here eatin' like kings and queens... meanwhile the opps somewhere sharin' a family-size fry and a half a blunt. No bullshit, I remember the struggle."

Ma laughed."Dominique! Watch your mouth!"

Dique held his hands up to his chest with a fake gasp. When he was in a good mood, that was a good thing ‘cause the streets always got the wild, ruthless muhfucka inside of him. "Aw Ma, I’m just appreciatin' the blessings! We blessed and boujee now, gotta acknowledge it!"

Pop had a serious look on his face. "We keep this house clean. No slip-ups, no paperwork trails lead here."

Dique nodded respectfully. "Don't worry, Pop. We movin' so clean, they gon' need Jesus himself to find dirt on us."

O'Shynn hissed. "Yeah, until you start postin’ selfies at the trap with a caption that says, 'just made a lil somethin’ shake’.”

Dique chuckled. “Aye, chill… that was years ago, I been off that. I only post pictures with my dogs now, them muhfuckas can’t testify." Dique then focused on me while tellin’ everybody, "Dom sittin' so stiff at this table, you’d think he got a wire on. Somebody need to loosen bro up. Maybe you, sis." He old Carmen.

"Keep talkin', Dique. You gon' be eatin' hospital food next time we meet." I replied.

Dique laughed. "Ain't no loyalty in this family, I swear to God it ain’t."

Halfway through dessert, I slowly stood up breathin’ all shallow and shit. That familiar itch crawled under my skin too… the one I needed Carmen to scratch again. I could go get pussy from anywhere, but I wanted it from her again, I needed some more of that.

I cleared my throat. "I’ma hit the bathroom." I didn’t even glance back. Carmen followed two minutes later with her heels clickin’ soft on the marble floors.

I led her to the powder room next to the wine cellar, dark wood walls, and gold faucets with mirror ceilings. It not only looked like money, but it also smelled like it. I locked the door behind us. Before she could say a word, I had her ass pressed against the counter. She gasped as her heart pounded against my hard body.

"You know we shouldn’t," she whispered runnin’ her palms against my chest.

"I don’t care," I growled, slidin’ my hand up her thigh, until it landed on her wet pussy already soakin’ her lace.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as I picked her up onto the marble counter, pullin’ her thong to the side, gently slidin' inside her slippery opening with a low groan. It’s like we were desperate tryin’ to fuck our way into each other’s soul, as quiet moans filled the air through our rough kisses. She was already bruised up from earlier and my back was still on fire from the scratches she placed there but neither one of us gave a fuck. I gripped her thighs tighter, fuckin’ her slow and deep, lettin’ her feel every inch of what she did to me.

“Shitttttt,” she cooed.

"Shhh, keep quiet baby," I mumbled against her ear. "Or they gon' hear you."

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