Power by Joy Deja King Page A

and presented it to Alex.
    “There are six kilos in here, but you only have to pay for five.”
    “Huh?”
    “I told you Alex, I want you to do well.”
    “I believe that, but you’re also playing with my life.”
    “Never that. But I can’t deny that I want you,” Isabella said, reaching out to caress the side of his face. Alex grabbed her wrist, stopping her midair.
    “Don’t do this,” he said with his mouth, but his eyes were saying something entirely different.
    “You should stop trying to fight the inevitable. If we don’t end up in the bed now, it will happen eventually. So it’s up to you if you want to continue to waste time.”
    “Your husband is in the same city as us right now.”
    “He doesn’t even know where I’m staying and I’m sure he’s somewhere with his little fuck-toy.”
    Alex instantly thought about Penelope, but decided not to entertain that. This wasn’t about the other woman in Joaquin’s life, it was about his own safety. He had to decide if giving into his undeniable attraction to Isabella was worth the cost. But then again, maybe she was right and there would be no ramifications for their affair.
    “Is that what you want from me…to be your fuck toy?”
    “I’m a grown woman. I don’t do fuck toys.”
    “So what do you want from me?”
    “Right now I want you inside of me. I haven’t had sex in months and I need to feel desired by a man that I desire, which is you.”
    “Why don’t you just leave Joaquin then?” Alex probed, before taking a sip of his water.
    “It’s not that simple.”
    “Is this the same dope as before?” Alex asked, changing the subject without pushing for a further explanation.
    “Why do you ask?”
    “Word on the street is that your heroin is on some next level shit.”
    “And just think, I had to practically shove it down your throat for you to bite,” Isabella smiled. Alex stood and grabbed the bag from the table. As he was making his way to the other side of the room, Isabella stepped forward, blocking his movement. He could’ve gone around her, but he didn’t want to. He enjoyed their closeness. He was able to get a whiff of the expensive perfume that she always wore. It seemed to be just as intoxicating as her physical beauty. Isabella licked her lips in a delicate way, letting Alex know that she was all his if he wanted her.
    “Lock the door,” he directed, as a rush shot through him. He had no intention or even desire to deny their mutual attraction. Alex would no longer put up any resistance. Sometimes playing with fate was truly the ultimate high.
    *  *  *
    Deion handed 2Glocks fifty grand in counterfeit and then another twenty-five thousand real cash. They counted the money at Deion’s dining room table. “It’s all there,” Deion said.
    “Thank you, man.”
    “No need for that.”
    “I’m just grateful I can finally do something for my kids.”
    “I feel you on that, but I just want everything to go according to plan.”
    “It will. We good, bruh,” 2Glocks insisted without hesitation. Without responding, Deion heard his phone ring. It was Popcorn.
    “Yo. What’s good?”
    “We meeting today?”
    Deion knew he wanted to know if the product was here. “Probably not today.”
    “Let me know soon as you can, ‘cause I need that.”
    “Will do.” When Deion hung up the phone with Popcorn a text from Passion immediately popped up.
    Passion: Hey Daddy, can I meet up with you to get that money for your son ?
    Deion had teased her that her son was his son.
    Deion: Of course baby .
    Passion: Where ?
    Deion: Waffle House Old National.
    Passion: What time?
    “What time are we going to meet the Esses?” Deion asked 2Glocks.
    “In a couple hours.”
    Deion scanned his watch. It was four o’clock. He hit Passion back and told her around six. He figured after he finished things up with 2Glocks and the Esses, she would be his very next stop.
    *  *  *
    Passion sat in a booth inside the Waffle House eating pecan