Loving a Colombian Cartel Thug by Knight K'Aliyah

Author:Knight, K'Aliyah [Knight, K'Aliyah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Publisher: Shan Presents
Published: 2015-08-01T16:00:00+00:00

RAPHAEL

“Rockwell. Rockwell!” I turn down my 90-inch HDTV and call her again. My phone is on the coffee table and I don't feel like moving so I shout again.

“Aye, she's ughhhh… ugh in the shower,” Bonita says running into the room. “What can I get you, Mr. Bell?”

I huff. Can't do anything but get my pipe cleaned these days and this ugly old lady won't be doing it.

“Mr. Bell, please...”

“Go tell Rockwell to get out of the shower. I need her,” I snap.

“But–”

“Maybe I need you to hire me a new maid too.”

“Fat chance,” she says under her breath in Spanish while walking away. I'd have fired the bitch yesterday, but Rockwell loves her. She's back seconds later telling me Rockwell is still in the shower.

“I'm sure she is.” I glare at her.

Bonita smiles for the first time in our convo exchanges and heads to the door. Then returns with Uncle Vido and Uncle Tony. They step into the den and I motion Bonita to close the door behind her.

“Look at that ugly mug,” Vido shakes his head.

“Somebody really dug into you!” Tony laughs.

“What the fuck you laughing for, stupid? Why is my brother so mother fucking dumb.” Vido smacks the back of Tony’s head, and they take a seat.

“What do ya mean somebody dug into me? Didn't your people fuck with me? Sal paid off my debt to those muthafuckas in Vegas, just because he likes to fuck my ma! When I threatened to tell dad, my debts were miraculously gone. Just so Sal could think he owns me! Now my Bentley is fucked over. That was a birthday present, you know.”

“Yeah, we know. If it wasn't for Rockwell’s shop or ya daddy’s jewelry store, you wouldn't be worth shit.” Tony sniffs. “And no we don't got ya car. Tamms would be all in our asses. No matter if we working for Salvatore Ganza or not ya ma would be fuckin’ pissed. Does that even make sense to you, Sal putting a hit on you, if he just paid your books?”

“Then who the fuck stole it. Why am I sitting here popping Vicodin and sneaking coke because my wife doesn’t approve?” My heart beats wildly. “Vido, Tony, I said who the fuck beat me, stole my Bentley, and left me for dead?”

They look at each other and shrug. I chuckle and shrug it off. “This is a fuckin’ joke still, guys? C'mon Sal didn't order this hit? He fuckin’ hates me. If it weren’t for my ma I’d be dead, right? So you and the Ganza’s beat me to within an inch of my life because Sal and Tamms are good friends.”

“No.” Vido rubs the back of his head. “You'd be dead if Sal wanted you to pay up on all the dough you owe him. Not to mention the coke. He loves Tamms but my sister, eh… she may not have that much pull when money is involved, unless she was paying ya debt. Tamms bought the Bentley.

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