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“She don’t know we saw that clip,” I said. “But she will… I want to see what she has to say. Victoria don’t have too much more ground room with me. She’s becoming too much of a fuckin’ liability.” I explained. She heard me, I wanted her to hear me, she needed to hear me. I didn’t have to hide shit from nobody especially a cartel princess. I hoped her heart was in her ass right now. I focused back to the phone. “Come to the back of the spa.
“I’m by the front desk,” she said. “Can we step out? Please, Dom.”
“Fuck that, don’t fuckin’ move.”
I walked the long way around as the girls at the desk looked at me like they wanted to fuck me right on the desk. I winked at them and kept walking. Victoria looked pretty like she always did; despite the bruise she tried to cover with her makeup. She didn’t do too good at it because I still noticed, which meant everybody else did. I contemplated on killing her ass right now and dropping her body in the ocean.
“What happened?” I asked loud enough for her ears to hear only. She swallowed hard but made sure she looked me in the eyes.Good, I thought to myself, because the minute she would’ve tried to shy away I would’ve known what was up and her neck would be snapped before she could blink again.
“They took me while I was back there in the alley, my uncle’s people,” she said, pointing towards the back. “They made me talk to him…” She paused and then continued. “He said I had to answer every call. He said I had to tell him everything, and wants me to be an inside watch dog, and then he… he had them to drop me back off. I thought they were going to kill me.”
I ran my hand across my thick waves with the killer look in my eyes. “You was gon’ tell me that when?” I asked with my head slightly cocked to the side. “Your shadows don’t cover a muhfuckin’ back alley that you shouldn’t even have fuckin’ been in.”
“I understand,” she replied in a whisper and continued explain. “I tossed that phone because it had a tracker. I threw it in the trash truck. I didn’t tell anybody about it.” Her eyes looked like she was begging me to believe her. “I didn’t know what else to do Dom.”
“You should’ve called me like you call me for all other kind of bullshit.” I growled as my right hand gripped her neck forcing her closer to me as I lightly squeezed it around her neck.
“I was scared!” She repeated in a hushed tone. Her eyes had a mixture of fear and pride. It was that look as if to say I don’t want to die, but I’m ready if I have to. “I thought if I told you, it would make it worse.” Her throat started to tighten. “Or you’d really kill me just because. You’ve gotta believe me. I’m not a fool. My uncle kicked me out of the family and will only have me back if he can once again use me to his advantage. I will never betray you for him!”
The receptionist saw what was happening, locked the spa door, and placed a ‘break’ sign on the desk before she minded her business heading to the back making it clear that she wanted no parts in this.
Dique walked up and reached out to touch my shoulder. “Man, what you want me to say? She scared. I hate to say it, but I believe her lil fine ass.” He said licking his lips with a slight smile on his face.
“Not now Dique, get the fuck on.” I growled giving him that look. Victoria never broke her glare, but she refused to drop a tear.
“You gon’ kill her?” Dique asked ignoring me. “Don’t kill her man.”
Dique didn’t usually give a fuck about painting the floor red so the fact that he believed her, I made the executive decision to let her ass breathe another day. I finally removed my grip from her neck. She may be useful one day, but useful can also be risky. Killing women wasn’t never easy but it’s a fucking necessity when it’s a liability.
I took one last look into her pretty ass eyes and let her go. She immediately used her own hand to massage her red neck. “Don’t make me kill you Victoria… the best thing you can do for yourself is stay alive.”
“Dom,” she said barely above a whisper once again. “I didn’t tell him a damn thing about the anything because there is nothing for me to tell anyway. Everything is hidden from me and even if it wasn’t, I’d still never tell. I didn’t even tell a soul here after it happened… I just left early and that’s it.” She looked at me like I was the judge and the jury. It’s funny how a women could make you feel guilty for being a man of action… not me though.
“You know what that white rose meant?” I asked. She nodded. “It’s a message. He’s trying to put fear in me and make me believe that he could touch any one of us easy.”
“Please just let me prove myself,” she said like she was begging. I still saw that look in her eyes… Victoria wanted me to be hers; she was just trying to play it cool.
“You almost made me have to do somethin’ I really don’t want to do, but I damn sure don’t mind,” I muttered in a low tone. I didn’t have shit else to say to Victoria, she swallowed hard like she was waiting for me to say something else, but it wasn’t shit else to be said. “Go back to work.” I told her before walking away.
I then told Tone to put double shadows on the spa and keep the cameras on rotation. I told my spa manager to wipe her feeds and change the DVR timestamps, so the clip looked like a glitch if anyone else found it. We then left like we were never there, all armed and dangerous.
Security was already doubled, even on our parents’ house, every Royal business, and every spot we touched had eyes on it with soldiers at the doors, trucks circling blocks, and even Keondra’s place in Aventura had shadows parked up and down the street. Nobody was to move without my word. Dique’s phone rang while we was sitting in the back of the Escalade, back rolling. He rolled his eyes before answering, and I already knew it was Keondra just from the way his looked.
“Ay, here go the drama,” Tone muttered from the backseat, already laughing.
Dique smirked, hit speaker, and leaned back in the seat with his arm dangling. “What’s up, baby mama?”
Her voice came through loud enough to make the truck speakers vibrate. “Don’t ‘what’s up’ me! Why I got three big ass niggas at my door like I’m movin’ bricks out the crib? Huh? And why the hell did they follow me to Publix? I can’t even get no groceries without somebody trailing me like I’m Beyoncé or somethin’!”
Tone busted out laughing, clutching his stomach. “Not Beyoncé! That’s a reach Keondra.”
“Shut up, Tone!” Keondra snapped, somehow hearing him in the background. “Dique, I swear, this shit is too much. Your people all in my business, standin’ on my porch like I ordered Uber Eats. My neighbors lookin’ at me sideways, and I ain’t even unpacked my house completely yet!”
Dique rubbed his temple, trying not to crack up. “First of all, shorty, you begged to be a Royal so bad. Kept sayin’, Dique the daddy, going live and shit about ‘the Royals.’ Well, welcome tothe damn life. Security come with the package. You wanted the perks, now you got the problems too.”
“I didn’t ask for this much, though!” she argued not denying the accusations that she was indeed doing the most. “I just wanted my baby daddy to help me with his daughter. I ain’t sign up for no feds in the yard lookin’ ass situation!”
Tone was laughing so hard, his ass was wheezing in the backseat now. “She said feds in the yard. My nigga I’m dead!”
