Page 11 of Hooked On A California Kingpin

I ordered a glass of cognac and ordered appetizers for the table’s decoration. I didn’t plan on eating anything. I finally stood to my feet when I saw a tall baldhead woman walk towards my table with long oily legs. She favored Serena Williams just skinny as hell with the perfect infectious smile. Pulling out her chair after she greeted me properly, I scooted her up and took a seat across from her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ruiz.” Her big brown eyes sparkled as I offered her a tight smile. I was counting the seconds already, ready to wrap this shit up. It was Kenya’s idea that I personally meet up with the person that I would be paying a hefty retainer for.

“Same here, how are you?” I really didn’t give a fuck how Ms. Mason was doing. I was ready to cut to the chase but didn’t want to appear rude as fuck.

“I’m good, really no complaints. I have to fly out to Chicago tomorrow morning on business. Its kind of hard adjusting to time change when I have to up and leave Cali.” She smiled brightly as I thought, Who gives a fuck?

“So, tell me a little about yourself Malice.” She blinked her false lashes and gave me that preppy girl look.

“I prefer Inferno, Ms. Mason.” I looked at her blankly.

“If I may ask, how did you find me?” She smiled and picked up the wine that I had ordered five minutes ago for her. I didn’t owe her that answer, so I ignored her and picked up my own glass of cognac. Kenya found her and did her own proper research on Ms. Mason. Once it all checked out, I had Kenya situate a meet and greet so here we were. It was very apparent that Ms. Mason wanted to talk a little more about bullshit instead of letting me get right to the point. Women loved to talk and ramble on about a bunch of nothing. Maybe this was her trying to be professional, it was a nice gesture, but she would learn when working with me how simple and easy I liked things. I wasn’t into wasting precious time.

Ms. Mason was still waiting on my answer, I chuckled at her and sat my glass down. Big B walked away, and I already knew that he was on his way to get the waitress so she could pour me up another glass of cognac.

“I’m a very busy man Ms. Mason. Do you have the retainer paperwork so I can scan it and sign.” Shock was written all over her face, it didn’t faze me much. If she kept acting all surprised and stupid, then I wouldn’t be signing shit.

“Yes, Inferno. I have the paperwork right here. I just like to get to know my clients. I tried researching you and came up empty handed. What exactly am I dealing with when it comes to you?” Now her face was blank, and my sneer of a smile became evident.

“Again, I’m a very busy man that has my hands into a lot of things Ms. Mason.” I looked at my watch then drummed my fingers.

“Okay… so do you need help with copywriting or filing some things?” She was pressing and fishing for more answers than what I was giving. I watched Big B out the corner of my eye stand right back in his position as the waitress walked up with another glass. I took my time and took a sip then placed it down. Placing my elbows on the table I folded my hands.

“I need you to do everything, and when I call you… you better be available for the price that I will be paying you.” I eyed her seriously.

“Absolutely Mr. Ruiz.” I ignored her slipping up by referring to me again as Mr. Ruiz.

“I’m in my early thirties and in another year, I’m well on my way to becoming a fuckin’ billionaire. It’s your job to keep the pigs off my dick. Since you’re such a fancy ass attorney na’mean?” I sat back a little as I took all of her in, I watched her blank face break and go through a series of emotions.

“I don’t work with your kind Mr. Ruiz.” Her lips tightened.

“What’s my kind Ms. Mason?” Her eyes fell on Big B and widened a little. She was now nervous and trying to choose her words wisely. She leaned close to the table and talked in a hushed tone.

“Drug dealers and murderers, I don’t have time for threats and lots of stress.” She sat back and eyed her wine glass.

“I take what I do, very serious Ms. Mason and as my attorney you will soon see that.” I ate, slept, and breathed this shit. The Syndicate would be legendary, it went beyond the petty drugs and all the other bullshit that dumb niggas went after. Sure, the drugs was what made the money, but my hands were twisted into so many other things. All my time was dedicated to bettering my organization and making things better. I wanted to give more opportunities to the less fortunate. California was expensive and there were so many homeless mothers and men that wasn’t born with the same golden spoon that I had.

Everyone on my team equally brought something to the table, of course I was the mastermind. I was ready to expand and bring the Syndicate to Mexico and expand even bigger. If I had my way in a couple of years, I would be the backbone of all illegal and legal activities.

“Ms. Mason, I think we are getting off on the wrong foot sweetheart.” I made my tone sound more welcoming.

“I’m into creating new opportunities for everyone, you see my business is expanding in ways that you wouldn’t be able to comprehend.” I already made up my mind that she was the one for this job and I wasn’t about to take more time by trying to meet with another attorney.

“How about we not make assumptions about each other and start this meeting over.” I didn’t want to restart the meeting but again, I was ready to sign the retainer papers and get the fuck out of this place. I had already spent enough time here to begin with. I had other things to do.

I sat with her for another hour and finally went to meet with a crew that had got in line with my syndicate. By the time I arrived at the club, I had a lit blunt dangling between my lips. My section was already reserved and the only person that would be next to me as I sipped slow and peeped out the whole club was Big B. Killa and the rest of my men were ordered to spread out and act as if I was nonexistent. I already knew how my prey looked. I saw her plenty of times from pictures and me popping up to her clinic and seeing her in passing.

I had to admit, besides the thick dimes and big booty chicks that I went after she just was not my type. Me seeing her as she walked out of her clinic without a care in the world had me watching her a little too long. Her beauty was raw no matter her full figured size. She looked tasty as fuck and had an innocent aura about her. That’s what made me intrigued because she didn’t look like the type to fight or even get her hands dirty.

What she was doing was beyond brilliant, no one would ever think she was a drug dealing, gun toting, scheming treacherous bitch. She was dangerous in every sense and somewhat smart. Sex appeal leaked from her pores and her scent was tantalizing as fuck. She looked mixed but mainly black.

“That’s her sister Clapback.” Big B spoke above the loud music as I just nodded my head and looked in the direction. My men knew everything there was to know about F.Y.F down to the bottom members. They weren’t as big, but they definitely were rising slowly to the top. Their leader was the mastermind behind it all. Clapback was beautiful, she looked like she was fully Mexican and by the way that she was dressed screamed the need to be fucked.

Looking at her told me everything I needed to know, so it didn’t shock me when Killa was able to fuck her and get more information of what I needed to know. The main person that I needed to lay eyes on hadn’t appeared. Clapback was the center of attention as everyone cheered her on. She had her hands on her knees and was bent forward shaking her ass. The girl was dangerous, and she knew the effect she had on every man around her. Even Killa looked over at her from his section with hunger in his eyes.

The Dj got on the microphone and screamed happy birthday to Clapback, she held a bottle of Ace of Spades and soaked up the attention that was being given to her. I yawned and looked at my watch. Where the fuck is this girl? It was nearing one in the morning, and she still hadn’t showed her face.

Suddenly the energy in the club changed and all the attention was dragged towards the entrance of the club. I couldn’t see past the big niggas that stood at the entrance but soon as they moved to the side, I found myself readjusting my dick.