Page 26 of DOM: The Miami King

She smirked with her bottom lip slightly bruised from bitin’ on it so hard. “We back focused. I’m not tripping Dom, I get it.”

“I liked how you did yo’ thing today, shit turned me on. Let me know I taught you well,” I said lowkey complimenting her.

She smirked once again before pressing her back up against mine. I felt my dick jump, but instead of fuckin’ her, I massaged one of her nipples and used the other hand to place my fingers on her clit bringin’ it back to life again as I gently rubbed on it allowing the friction to pump it up as the blood came rushin’ back to that one spot. Carmen rested the back of her head on my bare chest allowin’ the moans to escape her slightly parted lips. As soon as I felt her about to cum, I slipped two fingers inside of her, makin’ sure to put that lil hook in the tips while gently finger fuckin’ her allowin’ her walls to contract around them. When she was finished, I placed those same fingers into my mouth and tasted her sweetness.

I could tell she was done for now, but she was pleased and at least she was out her fuckin’ feelings. We took our time to shower and stepped out of the shower at the same time. The only clothes that Carmen had at my place was simply tucked away in one drawer from whenever she’d house sit when I needed her to especially if I was goin’ to be gone somewhere for a while. The look in her eyes asked me if it was okay to get what she needed, and I simply nodded ‘yeah’ while watchin’ her with the towel wrapped tightly around her naked body.

If I didn’t have to get out of the room to handle business, I probably would’ve fucked her again, but that was somethin’ neither one of us had time for right now. She found somethin’ to slip on, and I did the same before she walked over to her bag and retrieved her tablet lookin’ as though she wasn’t just in here gettin’ her guts fucked.

“I’ve been moving,” she said, tappin’ the screen. “Feds are still on us, but they’re chasing smoke. I sent fake subpoenas through our shell firm in San Juan and redirected their warrant requests to a dead server in Morocco.” I raised an eyebrow, she continued. “I filed motions for continuance on four of our flagged assets and bought us time to clean the money and re-route the vehicle manifests. They're lookin’ at Royal Enterprises, but they think the heat’s coming from Dubai. You got at least three months before they figure out that was a dead trail.”

I shook my head, smirkin’. “You do all this while I be out dodgin’ bullets?”

She looked up at me, with a serious look in her eyes. “I do all thissoyou can keep dodging bullets.”

I walked up on her for the second time tonight and kissed her forehead. “That’s what makes you dangerous and not just cause the law books and not cause the guns you wear on yo’ hip. It’s the fact that I could trust you with anything with my name in the middle of it. El Blanca may have a lot, but he ain’t got what I got right here right now. That old miserable, wrinkle dick, fat muhfucka.”

Carmen gazed into my eyes with a smirk like she was lookin’ through my soul with her head slightly tilted to the side. “Yet, you ignored me when I said I loved you. That’s another conversation for another time… we have to go.”

With that, she waltzed towards the French doors so we could face what was on the other side.Damn, dick ain’t never enough, she wants my heart and soul too. She can have it, when it’s time and now ain’t it.I thought to myself entering the living room.

We stepped out of the bedroom like nothing happened, but everybody knew better. I could still feel the heat between my thighs even after the shower, along with the slight tremble in my knees. Dom moved with that same ruthless yet calm demeanor, with his shirt pulled down just enough to hide the marks I left on his collarbone. He looked clean to the naked eye, but his ass was on fire in the inside. The second we walked into the open space, the air shifted. I could easily try to explain to people that you could literally feel the intensity of his presence, but they’d just have to be there to see it.

Tone’seyesscanned us first and he was cool, but unreadable. His left brow slightly rose just a little, and he let out a quiet “Mhm” behind the toothpick in his mouth. That was the thing with Tone, you didn’t have a choice but to love him because he was solid, yet funny, thorough and spoke his mind while making sure he there a little joke in there every now and then.

Dique,was sprawled out across the sectional with one foot propped up, as he glanced between the two of us and let out the fakest cough, I’d ever heard in my life, followed by the fakest fucking yawn, just so he could smirk behind his hand. “Y’all done prayin’?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Prayer went well tonight. Hell, we all need it.”

O’Shynn,leaned against the island like a queen in combat boots ready for war, but she didn’t speak. However, her stare was loud as we locked eyes. It said,‘I knew it.Don’t let this shit get messy, look into the light girl’.I should’ve known she’d feel that way because she simply didn’t care about love or feelings and it was all business, although I knew she wouldn’t want to see Dom with anyone but me. O’Shynn ran her life like she ran those accounting books and the clubs with an iron fist that would be hard to break.

Then there wasVictoriawho wasn’teven trying to hide the stare down. Her arms were crossed, and her mouth tight, with her brows slightly creased in the middle together in confusion although she was trying to dress up as nonchalance. She wasn’t fooling me because I could smell insecurity from a mile away. She didn’t know who I was in Dom’s life yet, but her instincts were already telling her,‘You not the one he’d die for Victoria. He doesn’t even know you.’

Meanwhile, Dom didn’t acknowledge shit at all and didn’t explain shit either because truthfully, he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to. He was the Miami King, and a king didn’t answer questions from people who didn’t really hold weight unless it was people he cared about or was doing some kind of business with. He felt if you were even a person on his payroll, he didn’t owe you shit because he paid the cost to be the boss, and he did. He walked through the room with that unforgettable presence, like the kind that made grown killers shut the fuck up when he walked in.

“I ain’t talkin’ in front of everybody,” he said, in a low yet smooth voice, but it was also firm like a warning was in it. “Let’s go to the balcony. Me, O, Dique, and you too Carmen,” he said. Then he looked at Tone. “Tone, stay with her.”

That ‘her’ came out in full force and everyone knew who he meant. Victoria blanky stared trying to play it cool like she was still processing how she ended up in a place full of wolves when she didn’t even know where her leash was. We followed behind him and I went last. Before I stepped out onto the balcony, I glanced back at her, and she was still staring at me like she was searching for some kind of truth that she may not have been ready to face. I gave her a small, smile that said it all,You ain’t built for this game, sweetheart.

Outside, the Miami skyline glittered and there was truly not many places like it that’s why everyone loved Miami. The wind carried the smell of salt water and gunpowder because it still lingered in our nostrils. Dom stood at the edge of the balcony with one hand on the rail with a blunt in the other. He retrieved the bottle of Don Julio off of the table and took a swig to the head. As he lit the joint, he hit it one time with his head down like he was studying the streets he controlled. He stayed silent for a long moment while we all patiently waited. When he finally did speak, the tone in his voice was different because he was tired of fucking around, and I knew it was coming soon.

“Fuck all the bullshit, ain’t gon’ be no more waitin’ around when muhfuckas think they gon’ keep shootin’ at me and my people. It won’t be no more warnings,” he said. “Ain’t no more guesses, we in this shit and the Royal’s ain’t pussy, ain’t nobody fuckin’ us, I don’t give a fuck who it is.” He spoke and none of us said a word because we all knew our positions. He turned and looked each one of us in the eye. “Like I told ya’ll before, El Blanca played the game long enough,” he growled. “Bitch put Victoria in my lap, so I’d be the one holdin’ the bag when shit popped off. And when I died, it was gon’ look like El Dorado did it.” He leaned against the railing. “But that ain’t how it played out. We walked out that bitch alive. And now it’s time we remind everybody who really run this shit.”

O’Shynn nodded and took a swig from the bottle her damn self before hitting the joint allowing the smoke to roam around her. She always did it with so much ease it almost looked therapeutic when she closed her eyes and exhaled. “You givin’ the order?” she asked.

Dom nodded. “Yeah. We strike first and loud too.” He then looked at Dique. “Pick three of our cleanest hittas. Dress ’em up like the Moreno Cartel with the fake tats and Spanish accents and shit… make sure they look like a Moreno. I want them to hit El Blanca’s San Pedro warehouse first…. tonight.”

Dique smiled. “Bet, you want fire or finesse?”

Dom grinned. “Start with finesse, and end that shit with fire.”

O’Shynn stepped forward again. “I’ll handle the shell drops and fake chatter and shit. You know how I do. On the other hand, let ‘em think it’s beef from Venezuela somewhere and we’ll leak the shit online ourselves. Miami stays out of the fire; this is our shit.”

After O’Shynn spoke, Dom turned to me next. “How long can you keep the feds confused?”

I lifted my chin and shrugged. “Long as I got burners, fake subpoenas, and money running through offshore youth nonprofits, I can make their heads spin until Christmas.”

He simply nodded his head. “Cool, Victoria stays here, ain’t exposin’ no more of the safe houses, ” he said. “I want her ass boxed in, locked down, and quiet.”

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