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Tone nodded his head and then leaned over and kissed Shona on the forehead. “I’ma have one of the guys drive you home. I’ll be there soon as I wrap this up. I promise ma. I’ma have the nanny come over there too. I don’t want you alone.”
“You better,” she replied, with her eyes still burning a hole over me. She slowly ran her tongue against her top teeth giving me a warning look and I knew what that meant, however it wasn’t Tone that I wanted, it was the boss who I craved. Tone was so different around her. We stayed up until she was discharged and he catered to her every need.
However, once we were out the room, Tone had one of their hitters, a guy named Shan with the dreads and a gold grill, come up and get Shona so he could take her home. When she was situated, we loaded back inside of the truck and was back in the streets; Tone had his killer face on again.
“Aye, go to the chicken joint, I’m hungrier than a muhfucka,” Tone grunted from the seat. “I need somethin’ greasy after all that stress.”
From what I heard them talking about, the spot we were going to was one of the best. We pulled up to the Royal’s favorite hood spot, Crispy’s fried chicken and double parked like they owned it, and knowing them, they probably did. Me, Tone, and the other two hitters hopped out. As a matter of fact, I had just stepped out when I heard it. The shots erupted fast, and they were close too. I hit the ground hard with my heart damn near leaping out my chest. Tone spun around with his Glock in hand, already shooting shots. The other two were as well. People screamed, glass shattered, and bullets were flying through the air almost like firecrackers.
“Victoria, move!” Tone yelled, shoving me behind a car while still shooting.
In the midst of the chaos, I caught a glimpse, of a hand holding a pistol as the car sped off down the alley. There was a tattoo on the middle knuckle of a black scorpion wrapped around a dagger. It felt like the blood was draining from my body and I went cold. That was one of El Blanca’s men. We scrambled back into the truck, and I felt my arm burning, that’s when I looked down and saw the blood running.
I tried not to panic, because people who panicked, died. “I’m hit,” I said quietly.
Tone’s face went from wild to furious. “Fuck!” he barked.
He immediately grabbed the phone to make a call. “Yo, Doc! We pullin’ up… one of ours is hit but it don’t look fatal.”
I had no clue who Doc was, but I knew ‘what’ Doc because my uncle had plenty of his own on payroll. Doc was an off the grid medic set up in a gated mansion on the outskirts of the city. When we got there, we got out and walked all the way around back where a large metal shed stood. It looked like storage, but inside it was a fully stocked private ER that looked upscale and better than most hospitals. It had white walls, steel trays, anesthesia and everything. Doc was already gloved up, waiting for me.
“Sit her down,” he said, nodding at me. “Let’s patch the princess up.”
I wasn’t sure how he even knew who I was, but then again, I guess it wasn’t many people in the world of cartel who didn’t know who El Blancas beloved niece was. I winced in pain as he pulled the bullet from my arm with the grace of a pro and stitched me like he had done it a million times before. He was a handsome older guy with dark skin, bald head, and a salt and pepper beard that was trimmed perfectly. He looked well-kept and smelled really good too. I had never been shot in my life, butit hurt like hell. I got lucky it was just an arm shot because had it been anywhere else, I probably would’ve passed out.
“You’re lucky,” Doc told me. “It’s a clean wound and no major damage. You’ll live.”
Tone stood over me, with a hard look on his face once again in deep thought. I could look in his eyes and tell that he saw the same thing that I saw, it was a direct hit from El Blanca which meant he wasn’t hiding his hands anymore. I couldn’t help but to think it was all my fault for calling him out and blowing his cover. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything at all.
I finally spoke. “You saw the tattoo,” I said softly. “It was my uncle’s men. He tried to kill me.” I whispered in disbelief.
Tone didn’t respond right away. Then, he said what was on his mind. “That’s a declaration of war right there. The gloves are off, that muhfucka struck and didn’t hide behind another cartel this time.”
I looked down at the stitched gash on my arm, but the pain was nothing compared to what I felt inside. “El Blanca’s not my family anymore,” I whispered. “He just made me his enemy too.”
The sun was high over the Bahamas, pouring heat like I’d never felt before. I mean, Miami was hot, but this shit was a different type of hot. I knew damn well this couldn’t have been the heat our ancestors picked cotton in, ain’t no fucking way. Me and Carmen had just finished breakfast on the villa terrace. We had fresh fruit, thick ass pancakes, and imported mimosas. I wasn’t the kind of dude to drink mimosas but my taste buds ain’t complain. Carmen had on this soft peach bikini under a silk cover-up that clung to her body in all the right places. I couldn’t lie, seeing her like that, all happy and glowing made me forget the kind of shit we was really dealing with back home. For once in my life, I was able to finally get away and just be Dom for a day or two, but I was smart enough to know that paradise didn’t last always.
She laughed at something dumb I said, while brushing her hair behind her ear as we kicked our feet in the pool. “You really know how to surprise a woman, Dom,” she said, sipping out ofher pineapple like she was straight royalty, and she really was. Carmen was bad, and truth be told wasn’t too many bitches fucking with her. It wasn’t just about her looks though ‘cause you could have the baddest bitch in the world and her mind might be straight dumpster juice, or her pussy could be trash, or she could be downright fuckin’ dumb. Some of these bitches didn’t even have one survival bone in their bodies without a man providing it. Carmen took what I gave her and ran with it. Even if she ever left the Royal family, she had built her own empire to take care of herself as well.
I leaned back and took a pull from the joint. “I ain’t even pulled out all the stops yet.”
We were finally breathing with no cartel talks, no trenches, no blood sheds, no shadows fuckin’ with us although they were here, they were out of the way. It wasn’t no talks about El Blanca… it was just us outside of work. I was in my head with good thoughts, and then my phone rang. The minute I was his name, I knew something had gone wrong ‘cause Tone would never call while I was on vacation unless all hell broke loose.
I stepped away from Carmen, answered. “Yeah.”
His voice came through deep but with a sense of urgency. “Dom, we got hit.”
My trigger finger began to itch, and I felt that knife in the pit of my stomach as I grit my teeth. “By who?”
“El Blanca’s people. We was leaving the hospital ‘cause Shona had a scare with the baby. I took Victoria with me ‘cause I couldn’t leave her alone. Them muhfuckas sprayed the truck. One of 'em had a tattoo... with El Blanca’s mark on it, that’s how we knew.
For a second, I felt my body heat up. “She good?”
“She took one to the arm but it ain’t fatal, Doc patched her up. But Dom... she said it man… El Blanca tried to kill her.”
Now that was the part I didn’t understand. El Blanca trying to kill his own niece? What the fuck did he think she knew or may have told that he finally decided to show his hands. I knew the muhfucka was a snake, but would he really try to take Victoria out? That shit was insane but not too much of a surprise in this world, and that’s why the Royal family was big on loyalty before dishonor. I could care less about who did and didn’t love me. Fuck love, I rather take the loyalty ‘cause people who loved you would still hurt you, but people who were loyal to you would never hurt you and that was just a known fact. I looked out at the clear waters and the crystal blue skies…. Just straight paradise. Yet back home my kingdom was under attack. “I’ll handle it… I’ll be there.”
“You want me to move her again?” He asked.
