Chapter 17
The water in the Jacuzzi was scorching hot on Olivette’s skin, but she didn’t wince. She welcomed the burn because it awakened all of her senses. The morning sun shone in on her through the open drapes of the large bathroom as she enjoyed her breakfast in the tub. She munched on strawberries while enjoying a glass of wine. It would have been a normal morning for her had it not been for Jeffrey’s dead body sprawled out on the marble floor. His blood was still pouring out from the gash in his neck.
She didn’t want to kill him, but she was one to only give one chance after a warning. Upon bringing her breakfast as she was getting ready to get in the tub, he made the mistake of clearing his throat at her again. She had no choice but to teach him a lesson, and it was just too bad that the lesson cost him his life. She’d stabbed him in the neck with the knife on her breakfast tray before wiping it off and using it to spread butter on her toast. She’d turned on her music to drown out the sound of him choking while he died so she could enjoy her food.
“Mmm,” she said to herself, stuffing another strawberry into her mouth. “My garden has the best fruit!”
She hummed along to the soft R&B tunes playing in the background and rested the back of her head on the edge of the tub. Swallowing the piece of strawberry in her mouth, she closed her eyes and smiled. Olivette loved everything about her existence. Her life, her rules. She was the queen of her castle and every castle that surrounded her. The promise she’d made to herself long ago was one she held dear. No one would ever do anything around her that she didn’t like. No one would speak to her in a way that she didn’t care for. And anyone against her would face her fury. She was a beautiful woman who was capable of doing ugly things, and she had no remorse.
However, ever since Jaq had come to visit, she had been in a good mood. Not because of his sex, because Jaq’s dick was mediocre, to say the least. But because of the news he’d brought her when he was there. Since his departure, she’d done every form of research on Vita E Morte. Everything about it engrossed her to the point where her fingers itched to have it in her grasp. The thought of running the drug game with a new drug excited her tremendously, especially with the knowledge of the power she would possess with it.
Jaq had strict instructions to get rid of Sadie and everyone else who could pose a threat. She’d even sent her best men to get the job done. Sadie wasn’t as thorough as the stories about her had stated. She’d harbored a rat in her camp for over a year without noticing. Olivette would have snuffed him out ages ago. The thought of Sadie being a better drug lord than her was laughable. In fact, she found herself laughing out loud right then.
Her amusement was interrupted by her cell phone ringing on her golden food tray and making a loud and annoying sound. She was going to ignore the caller, but when she saw it was Jaq, she sat up quickly to answer it. She had high hopes that he had completed his mission.
“Jaq,” she said, “I didn’t think I would be hearing from you so soon. What is your news?”
“We got all of the VEM in the city that hasn’t been sold yet.”
“Perfect!” Olivette beamed at Jeffrey’s body. “I assume that Sadie is dead as well.”
“She’s gone, ma’am,” Jaq told her slowly.
“Even better! How did you murder her? A bullet to the skull? Slit her wrists?”
“No, ma’am. I mean . . . I mean she’s gone.”
“Gone as in got away?” Olivette asked, wanting Jaq to clarify himself.
“Yes, ma’am. She got away when we tried to corner her inside her mansion. And, ma’am?”
“What!”
“She killed four of your men,” Jaq said, giving her more bad news.
“And how the fuck did you let that happen?”
“She had an AK, ma’am. We didn’t expect her to have such an advanced security system to alert her we were there.”
“She’s the head of a fucking cartel! Of course she has an advanced security system, you idiot!” Olivette fought the urge to throw her phone. “What’s next? You’re going to tell me that you didn’t get the formula, too?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. We couldn’t find it. But we believe we know where it is.”
“And how do you know that?”
“We were able to tap into the security footage inside of the house and listen to their conversation right before we got there.”
“‘Their’ conversation? She wasn’t alone?”
“No. She’s with two men and two women. They were discussing where the formula is located. They want to destroy it.”
“And where is that?”
“Someplace called Trap Street.”
“Trap Street?” she repeated.
“Yes. Do you know where that is?”
Upon hearing the name, Olivette froze. She knew where it was all right. She was an elite. Of course that would be where something as rare as the formula of a drug like VEM would be hidden: the only place in the world where enemies could not fight or steal. It was the only pure place in the game, but Olivette had to have the drug, no matter what or where blood was spilled.
“Jaq?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“How fast did you say VEM kicked in?”
“Almost instantly.”
“And how fast does the stage where the user is all Hulk-like come?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it depends on how many pills the person takes at once.”
“I think we should test that theory. I want you and the rest of my men to get ready for a vacation.”
“A vacation?”
“Yes. I’m taking you to the Caribbean.”