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Chapter 2

Bow Down to the King

Finally, after several hours of driving, Midnight arrived at the Port of Santos in the city of São Paulo. He nudged Paco, who was knocked out in the passenger’s seat.

“Boss, wake up. We here.”

Paco slowly opened his eyes, still a little tipsy from the beer and blinded by the bright lights from the boats. But once he realized he was at the port, his eyes grew wide. Yes, yes, yes, he thought. We made it with no distractions, except for that fat-ass fool Brad. Paco looked in the backseat to see his boys Swag, Tyler, and Travis were all out like lights from celebrating their escape from prison. Paco quickly got into boss mode.

“Wake up!” He clapped his hands. “Hurry up. We here now, and we need to go.”

Everyone started to wake up from their slumber.

Swag woke up, wiping his nose and the corner of his mouth. He gazed out the window, seeing all kinds of boats from fishing boats, light boats, and this huge, brightly lit cruise ship with weird foreign writing on it.

“Paco, what’s going on? I thought we were getting out of Brazil,” Swag asked.

“What are you talking about, fool? We are getting out of Brazil.” He was irritated. All he wanted was some coffee and weed.

“But what’s up with the boats?” Travis asked.

“Yeah, where’s a getaway plane that’ll get us outta here a little faster?” Tyler questioned.

“You fellas are some damn idiots. I can’t afford for all of us to get on a plane. Y’all watch too many movies. The best way to get out of this country is by a ship, the last thing the authorities will expect.”

Paco removed a cigar from the glove compartment. He lit it and took a puff before whistling the thick smoke into the air. The fellas waved their hands in front of their faces to clear the air. With Paco’s nasty tone, they were now starting to see the asshole he truly was. Not to mention how he had spoken to Brad. But the fellas had to remain cool. They owed him a lot for getting them out of prison.

“A ship is less conspicuous, and before long, the FBI and Feds will be looking for us. We all can’t look like targets. As I said earlier, my friend in Costa Rica got us. And once we get there, we’ll be living like kings.” And I will bring down my father’s operation and kill that bastard for what he did to the business and his infidelity causing my mother’s nervous breakdown, Paco thought, hating that his father had his mother committed to an asylum.

“P, is that the boat that says, Malo La Perra El Rey?” Midnight asked.

Paco looked at it. It was a big, beautiful cruise ship. It had numerous levels and a top deck that people could live on for the rest of their lives, sailing the ocean. Paco smiled. “Yes, that’s the one. Park this van out of sight, and let’s go.”

Once the coast was clear, they got out of the van and headed toward the ship. Paco reminded everyone to stay cool and not look suspicious. By making conversation with each other and laughing, they seemed to be friends who were about to go on vacation. Once they got closer to the ships, a husky man wearing a black suit stopped them. His face was full of potholes, and his devilish eyes made him look wicked.

Paco and the man spoke in Spanish for a moment, and then he spoke into his headset. Once the conversion ended, he looked at Paco and the guys with him. “Go up. The boss is waiting for you all.”

Paco grinned as he and his men made their way up to the ship with smiles on their faces.

“Thank God,” Swag said, taking a deep breath. “It’s finally on.”

The others agreed, and they stood for a moment in disbelief. They were grateful for their newfound freedom. But they knew once they got on that ship, there was no turning back. They had to say goodbye to their families, St. Louis, their dreams, and goals. But as Paco said, they would live like kings. And to them, losing some to gain a lot seemed like the right plan.

Paco shouted as they stood in thought, “Y’all coming or what?”

Tyler and Travis rushed on the ship like there was no tomorrow. Swag slowly walked up the ship. He was thinking of the wise words of his cousin, Brad, who he was sure he would never see again.

“Man, you gon’ get yo’ ass caught up one of these days. You got your girl and your boys to think about.”

While that may have been true for Swag, he also had to think about himself. Still, Brad’s words wouldn’t depart from his head. He thought about his sons and what life would have been like with Zaria had he done right by her. He thought about his life, mainly being a high school dropout. Swag was thinking about how he should have been in college by now or in the NBA. Back in Swag’s teen years, he was a great basketball player on the courts. But one of his regrets was not telling Brad about his surprise. He wanted to let Brad know that after this drop, he was going to stop working for Armand and being a stickup guy. He was going to return to St. Louis, study for his GED, and open up a business with the money he had been saving. But now, it was all too late to make things right. Now, he was a fugitive, and whatever Paco and this new partner wanted him to be in Costa Rica.

Once on the ship, all the guys saw how amazing it was. The main thing was the numerous, sexy, topless women walking around and conversing with other men on board. Swag, Tyler, and Travis wanted to forget about their dealings with Paco. They stood with lust in their eyes, hoping that they would be allowed to entertain the women soon.

In the meantime, one of the security guards led the guys to the ship’s dining room. It was so large that it could fit, at least, 10,000 people. Gold and diamond chandeliers hung from the ceiling. White silk tablecloths, solid gold plates, solid gold silverware, and crystal champagne flutes covered the tables.

Swag couldn’t believe his eyes. Money always excited him, and he loved this type of atmosphere. The men sat down. Once everyone was seated, a loud horn blew, and the ship started to sail. Relief came over the fellas, and they were eager to make it to their final destination.

* * *

As the ship sailed, the guys were served a breakfast feast fit for kings, thanks to their new boss. They ate French toast, bacon, eggs, and biscuits with gravy. Also, there were Costa Rican dishes such as gallo pinto (red beans and rice) and fried plantains. Champagne was available as well, from Cristal to Dom Pérignon, and Chardonnay. They were served it all. That included shoulder and dick rubs from the topless ladies, as well. They felt as if they were in heaven, and compared to where they had come from, it was heaven to them.

As they were eating, a bell rang. The guys looked up and saw the large guy from earlier who blocked them from entering the ship.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please,” he said. All eyes were on him. “It gives me great pleasure to introduce you to my boss and the king of all bosses. Give it up for King!”

The man stepped aside, and everyone’s eyes shifted to the grand staircase. Swag, Tyler, and Travis were expecting a Marlon Brando Godfather mob boss to come down. But all the guys were amazed by a five-foot-seven Costa Rican chick who looked to be no more than 21 years old. She appeared to be mixed with Italian ancestry, and she cascaded down the stairs with the vision of billions of dollars blowing around her. She had long, curly, honey-blond hair that went past her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless, but her natural beauty didn’t require her to need much at all. She had a body that would put many video girls out of work. It showed well in a black lace teddy that left nothing to the imagination. Her black heels were at least seven inches, and her arms and legs were toned. A tattoo of a leopard was on her left arm. And on the right of her 32DDDs was a tattoo that read Femme Fatale with a crown on top.

After her feet touched the dining room floor, she sauntered over to the table where Paco, Midnight, Swag, Tyler, and Travis were sitting. Going over to Paco first, she passionately kissed him while rubbing his face. “Hello, Paco.” She sat on his lap, then snapped her fingers. One of the topless girls gave her a glass of champagne.

Paco smiled. “Fellas, this is our new business partner who is going to make us all wealthy men. Meet King Kia Costello.”

She smiled. King had the most beautiful pearly white teeth, and her green eyes sparkled with excitement.

Swag was in total shock and disbelief, but he sensed something very wrong. He didn’t like doing business with women. Oh shit! Now, me and my boys are doing business with an even deadlier mofo.

He remembered seeing something about her. It was on Gangland, on the History Channel. The show was titled, The Green-Eyed Beauty King, Not Beauty Queen: The Rise of a Costa Rican Gangstress.

According to the program, King Kia Costello, aka King K, aka K.K., aka K.C., is an international female don of the Leopard Clit. The Leopard Clit was a criminal organization that specialized in smuggling diamonds, gold, and military machine guns across the globe. She was also a madam running a powerful prostitution ring that ran from Costa Rica, Japan, and Puerto Rico. Also, King was a deadly female assassin who would kill you without even blinking twice. She was even offered $2 million from the Ku Klux Klan to assassinate President Barack Obama when he first got into the Oval Office. But two million was chump change to a femme fatale who was worth $150 billion.

King was born to an Afro-Costa Rican prostitute, Ivy, and her father was believed to be the notorious Italian mobster, Bruno Bello, head of the Bello Family, an American Mafia crime organization. In interviews, Bruno denied King being his child and said that Ivy was a liar. But Ivy knew the truth. That family didn’t want any Negro or Hispanic biracial bastard child’s blood messing up their perfect Italian, pasta-eating bloodline. And that all women of color like her were only useful for a good time. Ivy told King when she’d first met King’s father, he was charming and made all kinds of promises to get her out of the whorehouse where she lived and worked. He promised to take her back to America, marry her, and make her a proper lady. But like all the men she’d slept with, he left, and she was stuck with his seed.

When King was born, her mother wanted to name her something special, so “King” fit perfectly. It was a way of letting her know that she came from royalty, and she was the child of Bruno, who her mother once believed was her king. Eventually, King and her mother were kicked out of the whorehouse to fend for themselves. King grew up on the hardcore streets of La Carpio, one of Costa Rica’s dangerous ghettos, where crime, drugs, and prostitution flourished everywhere. Ivy got a small apartment in the area. To support herself and King, she became the one thing she knew how to do. That was becoming a whore once again. But Ivy soon became a drug addict as well, addicted to cocaine.

King hated the way her father just played her mother like a doll and then threw her away. She made a promise to herself not to end up like her mother and to get revenge on the Bello Family, who she knew would never claim her. Through her youthful years, without any proper education, she taught herself to read, learned about art, different cultures, and fashion. She began her life of crime by seducing men, just as her mother had done. She learned the art of killing from one of her mother’s clients. She would seduce some of the wealthiest men in Costa Rica, then rob them blind and send them to meet their maker. The art of smuggling came from a drug powerhouse in her neighborhood. At the young age of 14, she smuggled drugs from Costa Rica to Miami successfully, but the drug thing wasn’t for her. She wanted to smuggle items of extreme value, and that’s when she learned the art of stealing jewelry.

At the age of 16, King was the diva of crime, commanding over a hundred soldiers who would lie, kill, and steal for her. King was brought to trial seven times in places away from her home, like Miami, Germany, and Korea, for stealing, smuggling, and possibly assassinating many political leaders. Seven juries saw her beautiful face, and with her sweet, well-cultured voice and her enchanting smile, no one believed she could’ve done those things. And the evidence always just seemed to disappear anyway.

Now, at 21, she was loved—and feared—by many in Costa Rica as boss. She owned one of the most beautiful properties she shared with her now-sober mother. All she wanted was to get revenge against her father, who left her and her mother in poverty while he lived a life of luxury in America. And the only way to do that was to team up with Paco, wanting to get over her fears of the effects of drugs and get some of the drug trafficking money she was missing out on. Once she got rid of her father and the Bello Family, she would be the number one kingpin.

Even though Swag knew she was a dangerous chick, he couldn’t see how someone so beautiful could be so deadly. He also remembered in the documentary that she was well known for her many sexual vices and that King was openly bisexual. She had said, “The one type of people I love to have sex with is a transgender because you get the best of both worlds.”

Remembering all this about her, Swag knew he had to stay in her good graces. She was definitely not one to be messed with.

“King? What kind of name is that for a chick?” Travis shouted. He was slightly tipsy from all the wine.

Everyone, including his boys, glared at him as if he had just lost his mind.

“You a chick. You supposed to be a queen,” Travis laughed.

Man, would this dude just please shut the hell up, thought Swag, who was no longer calling the shots. This dude doesn’t know who he fucking wit’. This chick is a monster.

King looked at him like a lioness hunting for her prey. She got off of Paco’s lap and went over to Travis, where she leaned forward to kiss his bottom lip. He could feel his dick rising and seriously thought she was interested in him. She licked his cheek. Then her lips traveled to his left earlobe. She sucked on it for a second—but then she chomped down hard on it with her teeth.

Travis screamed like a bitch. “Aaaaah, shit shit shit!”

King bit off a small piece of his earlobe, spitting it out on the floor. As blood rushed from Travis’s earlobe, he tearfully held it with his hand.

“Only a King can do that,” she said, reaching for a napkin to wipe her bloody mouth. As she walked away, she put her long manicured, black fingernail in her mouth, licking more blood before returning to Paco’s lap. The smile returned to her face as everyone stared in silence.

The other thing that Swag remembered from the documentary was that, for some sick reason, she loved to lick the blood of her many victims and enemies. Travis looked at her, still holding his wounded ear. She kept smiling at him, admiring her handiwork. Paco and his men began to laugh at Travis.

“You punk little pussy,” Paco said. “How can you let a female punk you like that?”

Travis was embarrassed, and he wanted to get her back. But he ventured in the wrong direction. “You bitch!”

He got up, but almost immediately, he noticed that something didn’t feel right with his right hand. He looked and saw that his right pinky finger was missing, and he was bleeding profusely from that spot. He glared at King, but now she had his pinky finger in one hand and a pair of pliers in the other.

“Looking for this?” she said, taking his pinky finger and stirring it in her glass of wine. She removed the finger, then licked the tip.

“Damn, Paco,” Midnight said. “This woman is a straight-up beast and a G for real.”

Paco laughed. “I know. That’s why I wanted to do business with her. You always want someone this coldhearted and ruthless on your team.”

“Fuck that, Paco! That bitch got my pinky finger!” Travis tried to charge at her—only to be stopped by guns pointed at him by her security team. Many of the topless women aimed everything at him from 9 mm Magnums to machine guns.

Oh shit, I’m fucked, thought Travis, who might be meeting his maker much sooner than later.

Swag and Tyler rushed over to pull him back to the chair.

“Be cool, man,” Swag said.

Guns were still pointed at Travis, and he figured they would blast him in a second. Swag went over to King, got on his knees, and held her hand. “King, please don’t kill my friend. He’s drunk and stupid. He don’t know any better. If you spare his life, I’ll do anything you ask me to.”

King smiled at Swag. She admired his courage. She would usually cut out an eyeball of someone who invaded her space and eat it like a Swedish meatball. But something about him just mesmerized her. “All right.” She raised her hand, and everyone lowered their guns.

Swag took a deep breath. “Thank you, King. I promise he will be no more trouble.”

Swag got up and headed to his seat. He watched as Tyler wrapped his brother’s hand with a napkin. King, however, stood with her wineglass, but she threw the pinky finger aside.

“Let that be a lesson to you all. I am a king, not a queen. And if any of you fuck me over, you will be sleeping with the fishes—or worse.”

They all nodded at their new leader as she lifted her glass. “To a new future of making money, being rich, and bringing down the Bello Family and Hernandez Cartel so that we can be on top of the food chain. To a new future!”

“To a new future!” all the guys said, even Travis, who didn’t want to lose any more fingers.

Swag looked around for a moment. He still couldn’t believe how elegant the ship was, but deep down, he felt as if it were leading him straight to hell. He had finally gotten his wake-up call, and he wished he could turn back the hands of time. He wished he had never gotten involved with Armand and was back in St. Louis, smoking a blunt or two with his boys, but he could only wish. He looked at the food on his plate in a daze. And for the first time in a long time, he prayed. Lord, protect my boys and me, including my cousin Brad. I hope he’s okay. And, Lord, I ask for one more request. If you can, one day, I would love to see my sons again. I love them, and I need you to protect me on this unfortunate journey so that I can get back to them. Amen.

Swag looked up and saw King undressing him with her lustful eyes. She was known for getting whatever she wanted, even if it were him. Swag put on a fake smile, trying to stay in her good favor. And, Lord, please give me strength.