Page 19 of DOM: The Miami King

“Exactly,” I replied watchin’ the thick cloud of smoke swirl around us.

“Fuck that pussy ass nigga,” Tone groaned. “Whatever you wanna do, you know I’m wit’ it.”

I never had to question Tone’s loyalty, so I knew he was with me just like the rest of my army. If I was being honest, El Blanca’s plan was actually heroic, tragic, convenient and quite fuckin’ genius if I wasn’t the one being played. I dapped Tone up and sent him on his way so I could gather my thoughts.

“Keep yo’ eyes open. Victoria has no clue what’s goin’ on, and I don’t need her doin’ no goofy shit compromisin’ us,” I warned.

“Say less,” Tone replied before swaggerin’ off.

I stayed out back, lightin' another joint I didn’t even really want, just to calm down. I watched the sunset across the skyline. I made a promise to myself.I’m gon’ kill ‘em…just not with bullets yet.I was gon’ beat him with patience and silence. El Blanca ain’t know I knew what time it was, and that’s gon’ be his biggest mistake.

I finished my joint and walked back inside. Victoria was sittin' at the table, with half the plate gone and her elbows propped on the table with her chin in her palm. Just like before, when she looked up at me, she gave me her undivided attention.

“You okay?” she asked allowin’ her eyes to search mine.

For a second, I almost told her, her uncle was sellin’ me out. Almost told her she was being used like a chess piece on a board, but I didn’t, ‘cause she didn’t know and that’s the only reason I ain’t hate her ass yet.

I nodded once. “Yeah, I’m cool…just tired.”

She gave me a small smile. "You hide it well."

I wanted to tell her I’d been hidin' for years, but instead, I just looked at her and shook my head at the pawn; the piece of someone else's game and felt a sense of pity, which I didn’t expect to feel. It was a bitter feelin’ you get when you realized someone else’s blood is being played like yours once was played. She ain’t deserve it but she was already too deep in it just like the rest of us… so fuck it.

Before I could respond, I received a call from Carmen while Victoria watched my every move. “Carmen…”

“Dom…” She replied soundin’ all cordial and shit like a few hours ago my dick wasn’t just deep in her guts. She could play it of all she wanted, but I still smelled her sweet scent all over my body mixed in with my cologne.

“You okay?” I asked.

She sighed. “I’ve had better nights, just wanted to check on you.”

“I’m leavin’ from my current location, and I’ll call you back when I reach the next.”

“No! Don’t call me, I’ll call you instead. I’ll be working.”

I raised a brow, but didn’t question it. As of now, I had no reason to question her loyalty, but she ain’t never told me not to call. There was a long pause before I responded with a simple, “Alright.”

I ended the call and focused back on Victoria. “Hope you made yo’ self-comfortable, ‘cause I won’t be back until tomorrow. Remember, if you need me, call me.”

She simply nodded her head as she chewed on her bottom lip to refrain from sayin’ some slick ass shit. I didn’t stick around to wait for a response. After I made sure everything was secured and my people were positioned in their designated areas, I left and headed to the Penthouse.

* * *

The city lights was flickerin’ off the black glass walls of my penthouse by the time I stepped through the door. I ain’t pour a drink, and didn’t even lock the door behind me right away. I just stood for a second just as still as the fuckin’ silence. So much shit was goin’ on in my head, that even the walls felt like they was closin’ in tryin’ to hear it. I finally walked to the bathroom and ran the shower water hot as hell until the steam fogged the glass, while the heat from the water rinsed my skin. I pressed my palms against the marble and just the water plummet down on me.

El Blanca was playin' a deadly game and now it was time for a savage like me to reshuffle the deck. After fifteen minutes, I stepped out, threw on some black sweatpants, slid a chain around my neck, and grabbed my phone. I opened the FaceTime group and hit call. O’Shynn picked up first with the screen tilted all wild as club lights flashed red and purple behind her. She was in some private VIP room at Club Siren, with her hair slicked back, wearin’ a velvet two-piece with stilettos… she didn’t look shit like a few hours ago at our parents’ house.

"‘Bout damn time," she said, puffin’ on a hookah hose. “You good?”

“I’m cool,” I said, with my brows slightly furrowed. “Where the fuck you at?” I asked. She shifted the camera, but I caught it before she turned and caught a glimpse of a mirror-lined wall and what looked like red leather straps hangin’ from it. I squinted. “Yo... what room is that?”

She smirked and turned the camera toward her face fast as hell. “Ain’t important, focus King.”

I narrowed my eyes but let the shit go for now. Sometimes I ain’t know about O’Shynn. She was sharp in the books and the streets and was mean as hell with numbers when it came to the business, but her personal life was somethin’ she tried to hide from us. That way that room looked, seems like it was some real freak shit goin’ down in there.

Dique answered next and the sound of music was in his background. He was in the Bentley, ridin’ down I-95 with a blunt in one hand and his gold watch gleamin’. “Daaaamn, Dom, it’s FaceTime hours now? You bet not be naked, bro. This better be life or death 'cause I’m on my way to see this lil chick I met on South Beach a few months ago when we was kickin’ it.”

“Dique,” I said cutting him off. He could tell from the tone of my voice this shit was business.

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