Page 75 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

And that’s terrifying.

I don’t realize my hand is covering my face until I move it when my leg is lifted into the air.

I lock eyes with Rico, who brings my ankle to his mouth.

“Get out your head,” he says softly, just as soft as the kiss he places on the arch of my foot.

I glance down, noting his dick is fully erect again. When he makes it jump, I drag my eyes back to his, catching his smirk.

He kisses the pad of my big toe, before dragging his teeth across it.

“I want some more pussy, Snow.” His tongue wraps around my toe as he holds my gaze.

But I pull away, before placing my foot on the top of his head and bearing weight down.

“I need some head first.”

Rico lets me push him down until he’s settled between my legs.

Lust overcomes his face before he smirks. “How yo pussy got more hair than yo head?”

I cackle before I can think, earning a genuine grin from Rico. But before I could say something back, he closes his mouth around my whole pussy and rubs his piercing across my clit.

My back arches, and soon, I’m coming again.

And for the life of me, I can’t remember why I kept my pussy away from him all this time, either.

Rico

I wipe my face hard for the second time in five minutes. This was not supposed to happen.

For months I’d been monitoring the transition of power on this continent for Mekhi Young and The Collective, his family’s organization. Most of the major players in the drug trade were stumped when he announced his organization would cease operations. For decades, he, his father, and his Colombian grandfather have evaded the laws and kept an iron grip on the west coast of the United States. If you didn’t know him personally, you’d think the decision came out of nowhere.

No. Spending thirty minutes with Mekhi Young will let you know that he doesn’t give a fuck about anything but his family; more specifically, the women in his family. One would think his abysmal relationship with his mother would skew that, but oh no. Mekhi Young would kill and die for his wife, his children, his cousin and Number Two, YT, and his sister, Sabrina.

Set’s Sabrina.

Set, who ironically after Sabrina ran from him the first time, was taken under Mekhi’s wing without her knowing and was being groomed to handle that portion of the Young empire. Even Mekhi knew the love birds would eventually find their way back to one another.

And they did. Right before he was shot and put in a coma.

It’s not hard to connect the dots then. The nigga survived, of course, and with Reem and Ty-Ty, could have reigned with an iron fist over the west coast, especially with Turk and Nutty’s club connections. It would have been the perfect play. Set, his feelings about dealing the poison that fucked up his mother aside, would have never turned Mekhi down when he passed the torch, just like Mekhi would have never thought to force Set to get out.

That call had to have come from a woman.

Sabrina, if I had to guess. She was pregnant when he got shot, and everyone was scared she’d miscarry like she did before. She probably told Mekhi and YT she needed him out the game, like that would take the target off his back and not just shrink it. YT, having a borderline irrational need to please her little cousin, backed her up, and Mekhi always yields to her.

So drugs are out. And since I, unfortunately, have made a name for myself in destabilizing and transitioning bodies of power, now I’m wrapped up as a liaison in this shit.

Mekhi Young’s Colombian cousins aren’t having it. Most of the rebel faction of his family has been taken care of, but there's some remaining in Chetumal, a Mexican city a few hours away from where we are now.

I wouldn’t give a fuck if Mekhi was coming, or even YT. But nah. This nigga keeping it in the fucking family. My niggas are on the way to the rendezvous, and then we heading over together.

“It’s really only three of my cousins. I don’t even think they got guards, if they hiding out in fuckin’ Chetumal. I figured with you and your cousins, my cousins, and Foe Dub, it should be straight.”

I nod, exiting out of the plane manifest Mekhi forwarded over last night. Peanut, Set, Turk, Shad, and Reem are on their way here, along with YT and her brothers Prince and Stone. Mekhi and YT’s other brother YC are coming in from Northupton after they land.

“Yeah. I got a contact in the city that I just hit, so I should have eyes on them in a couple hours max. I’ll have a plan worked out by the time you’re here.”