another word, Patra viciously stomped the sole of her stiletto into his mouth caving in his teeth. As the man screamed in pain, blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. The heavy bleeding forced him to spit out his detached teeth to prevent from choking on them.
As the crease between Patra’s eyes began to subside, a slight smile began to spread across her lips before she spoke.
“I did not ask you to speak Judas, do not be rude sweetheart. I have arranged for some entertainment. I hope you enjoy de show.”
Looking from the corner of his eye, the man could see his wife and daughter being dragged by their hair into the clearing by two heavily armed guards. Reaching the clearing, the man’s daughter began to kick and scream seeing the condition of her father. Digging her nails into the arm of the guard that was holding her, the man’s daughter struggled to break free, but found no success.
Delivering a bone crushing right hand blow to the girl’s temple, the guard knocked her unconscious, bringing an abrupt end to the small scrimmage. As her body crumbled to the ground in a heap, the other guard had to re-enforce his grip to contain the screaming mother. As tears began to fall from the man’s eyes, a sense of hopeless oblivion began to consume him as he watched his family being man-handled by Patra’s soldiers. Although she was somewhat amused by the festivities, it was almost ninety degrees; so Patra decided to bring the business to a close.
“Hold dem up so he can see wat he has done.”
As the guard stood the woman up in Plainview, Patra removed a 9mm from the confines of her Fendi clutch purse; and made her way over to her disloyal worker’s wife and daughter. Without blinking an eye, she released two rounds into the heads of both woman, as the man screamed in pain feeling his heart break in two.
Now standing over the man like a lioness over her prey, Patra blew him a silent kiss as she squeezed the trigger; sending him to join his family. Turning to her soldiers, her gaze was so cold that it almost froze the blood in their veins.
“Clean up dis mess. I will see all of you tonight at de mansion. Don’t be late.”
Before the words had fully left her lips, Patra had turned on her heels, and escorted Zion back through the path way.
Back in the truck, Zion drove as he looked at Patra in both respect and admiration. For a moment, a pregnant silence filled the air as they drove towards their destination. Sensing his unspoken inquiry, Patra spoke softly.
“Darling if dere is someting on your mind, you shouldn’t bite your tongue …”
Laughing to himself, Zion couldn’t help but to admire the woman Patra had become. Despite the odds, and personal struggles that she had faced, she had emerged as a queen amongst kings, and was holding her crown with an iron fist. As Zion navigated the sports utility truck through Kingston’s rugged streets, he wondered how he had stayed away from his queen and his home for so long.
Maybe once his small problem was handled in Florida he would come back home for good. Maybe…
For now, Zion decided that he would enjoy his visit; and help his queen solidify her Kingdom. So far, this was proving to be a hell of a vacation. Little did he know, his own empire was crumbling, and some casualties that he had taken were irreplaceable.
CHAPTER 11
FAMILY BUSINESS
Sitting on the trunk of his baby blue 65 SS Impala, Trion gently held Tasha as she stood between his legs with her back to his chest. The sunset on Clearwater Beach was beautiful as its orange glow left traces of its footprints across the evening sky. Lovingly rubbing Tasha’s belly, Trion said a silent prayer for his unborn child.
“God I know we don't talk much, but I need you to watch over my jit ...”
Trion was lost in the moment.
As the crease between Patra’s eyes began to subside, a slight smile began to spread across her lips before she spoke.
“I did not ask you to speak Judas, do not be rude sweetheart. I have arranged for some entertainment. I hope you enjoy de show.”
Looking from the corner of his eye, the man could see his wife and daughter being dragged by their hair into the clearing by two heavily armed guards. Reaching the clearing, the man’s daughter began to kick and scream seeing the condition of her father. Digging her nails into the arm of the guard that was holding her, the man’s daughter struggled to break free, but found no success.
Delivering a bone crushing right hand blow to the girl’s temple, the guard knocked her unconscious, bringing an abrupt end to the small scrimmage. As her body crumbled to the ground in a heap, the other guard had to re-enforce his grip to contain the screaming mother. As tears began to fall from the man’s eyes, a sense of hopeless oblivion began to consume him as he watched his family being man-handled by Patra’s soldiers. Although she was somewhat amused by the festivities, it was almost ninety degrees; so Patra decided to bring the business to a close.
“Hold dem up so he can see wat he has done.”
As the guard stood the woman up in Plainview, Patra removed a 9mm from the confines of her Fendi clutch purse; and made her way over to her disloyal worker’s wife and daughter. Without blinking an eye, she released two rounds into the heads of both woman, as the man screamed in pain feeling his heart break in two.
Now standing over the man like a lioness over her prey, Patra blew him a silent kiss as she squeezed the trigger; sending him to join his family. Turning to her soldiers, her gaze was so cold that it almost froze the blood in their veins.
“Clean up dis mess. I will see all of you tonight at de mansion. Don’t be late.”
Before the words had fully left her lips, Patra had turned on her heels, and escorted Zion back through the path way.
Back in the truck, Zion drove as he looked at Patra in both respect and admiration. For a moment, a pregnant silence filled the air as they drove towards their destination. Sensing his unspoken inquiry, Patra spoke softly.
“Darling if dere is someting on your mind, you shouldn’t bite your tongue …”
Laughing to himself, Zion couldn’t help but to admire the woman Patra had become. Despite the odds, and personal struggles that she had faced, she had emerged as a queen amongst kings, and was holding her crown with an iron fist. As Zion navigated the sports utility truck through Kingston’s rugged streets, he wondered how he had stayed away from his queen and his home for so long.
Maybe once his small problem was handled in Florida he would come back home for good. Maybe…
For now, Zion decided that he would enjoy his visit; and help his queen solidify her Kingdom. So far, this was proving to be a hell of a vacation. Little did he know, his own empire was crumbling, and some casualties that he had taken were irreplaceable.
CHAPTER 11
FAMILY BUSINESS
Sitting on the trunk of his baby blue 65 SS Impala, Trion gently held Tasha as she stood between his legs with her back to his chest. The sunset on Clearwater Beach was beautiful as its orange glow left traces of its footprints across the evening sky. Lovingly rubbing Tasha’s belly, Trion said a silent prayer for his unborn child.
“God I know we don't talk much, but I need you to watch over my jit ...”
Trion was lost in the moment.
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