The Son's of Wickedness: Book1

Introducing Mr. Wicked

Akeem

"We have arrived Mr.Wicked," my driver Big Meech called out from the front.

You God damn right I have. Looking up at multi Billion dollar cooperation that me & the family now owned and operated LEGALLY I might add, I knew that everything was about to get a whole lot better for the Sons of Wickedness. Everything was falling perfectly into place, the only thing missing was her.

"Yeah, big Mooch we can see that," my right hand X chuckled back, cutting off my train of thought. I looked over at my baby brother Drew and the scrunched up look he was sending that nigga's way. These mfs can't get along to save they f*****g life.

"Miranda, besides this here what else do I have on the itinerary for the day," I inquired from my assistant who was sitting across from me with X's $900 Greggo dress shoes in her lap.

"Of course Mr. Wicked. After the meeting at Tesson Global, you should be free for about 3 hours. Then you & the younger Mr. Wicked have a late lunch meeting with the guys from "The Strat" & a dinner show with Ms. Livingston from the bank. Also the Jet should be fully gassed up in approximately 42 hours," she replied never looked up from her "Note". Props to baby bro for the hire.

"Sounds good, let's head in I'm not trying to be up in this b***h all day," I let them know, checking and wiping down my suit. I was definitely clean as hell. Let's do this.

"Damn right bro, I got a juicy peice of Las Vegas p***y waiting on the kid," X let it be known. I peeped the look on Miranda's face as they piled out ahead of me. The girl ain't been working for us a full month and this man done already ran up in it. It's over for both they a*s if this interferes in any way with my business.

Stepping out of the truck there seemed to be a line of mfs standing and staring. Though I was proud to see that it looked like it was mainly people of color working here, I know for d*mn sure these mfs better get to moving, making me some money.

"Good morning Mr. Wicked, I'm Stacy and I will be your personal assistant. Here to take care of all of your needs, in and out of the office." The way she said what she said made me look up from my phone. She wasn't talking to me but, she was definitely looking for some d**k. The short bright red, skin hugging skirt, long ass finger nails & bleached blonde weave let me know that she was for the crew, cause Drew definitely wasn't gone go for it. I'll probably tell Miranda to invite her to tomorrow night's kick back, she'll most definitely get what she's looking for there . But for Drew this was purely business as it should be, put them degrees to work luh n*gga.

"Yeah that's cool. This my business partner, also Mr. Wicked and his assistant Miranda, you will direct any issues to her as well as receiving any & all further instructions. Alicia, how nice to see you again," Drew cut lil mamma down with ease before directing his attention towards the frazzled, stuck up looking b*tch to his left.

"This is my brother Akeem. Akeem this is Alicia the office manager here."

"How nice to see you both. Mr. Wicked I have everyone gathered in the conference room if you wouldn't mind saying a few words," Alicia asked, gesturing towards what I assumed to be the conference room she was referring to.

After a few additional pleasantries & some small business was handled, we went in. Shooting off one last minute email I placed my phone in my pocket, giving the room my full attention. Drew might be the face of all of this but this is still Sons of Wickedness money aka my money building it, I won't be tolerating ANY f**k ups.

As Drew began his speech, my eyes started scanning over every face in the room, taking in everyone's body language. That's when I saw her. Out of the sea of at least 50 to 60 other faces in the room, my eyes went straight to hers.

What the hell? I know for a fact I buried this b***h.

Sa'Nia

"What the hell," I mumbled out loud, pulling into the parking lot at the office. I've been here a few months & these people that work here are definitely nothing special. Half of them are bougie black folks the other half were loud and ghetto as hell. Lucky for me though I wasn't here to make friends. I take calls, set appointments,get coffee and go on about my day. The checks are nice I must say but I could already see how this show was running and Office drama is definitely not my thing.

"Did I miss them? Did they come out yet," one of loud ones ran out waving her phone around. Ugh, I couldn't fight the urge to roll my eyes. I don't know what is going on today, but what I do know is I was going on 12 minutes late and I was still in my freaking boots.

"s**t," I grunted damn near running to the open elevator.

"Thank you, " I shot up to the big G O D real quick before ripping off my tennis and throwing my heels out of my bag in front of me.

Right as I was putting my right foot in my Neiman Marcus pump the elevator door was flying open and of course there was my boss Mrs. Alicia Townsend, s**t.

"Thank God, Sa'Nia get yourself together meeting in Conference room A as soon. As soon as I get everyone up here we will began," she rambled on out of breath as she switched spots with me in the elevator with me taking her spot outside of it. Well alrighty then.

I placed my bag and helmet at my desk before clocking in and heading to Conference room A.

"What the hell is all this noise about," I asked one of the chicks that was already there, standing off to the side.

"Child I'm shocked you ain't heard from the howling hyenas. They are about to introduce a new CEO, VP or whatever the hell he is. I guess this one looks good or whatever. I'm Shantel," she said reaching out her hand. She seemed normal enough.

"Sa'Nia nice to meet you," I said taking her handshake before standing next to her and pulling out my phone.

"Girl did you see those locs."

"No b*tch did you see that Rollie the dark skin one had on."

"Tuh, watch me come in this mf DONE, I'm snatching me one, PERIODT!"

Them h*s came in loud and proud, piling In on a thousand. I shifted my eyes toward Shantel and she was shooting me the same look I was shooting her ass.

"Gather around everyone. Quite please. This is Mr. Wicked the new CEO & President of Tesson Global, he will be saying a few words."

My eyes damn near popped out of my damn head, Mr. Wicked? Say what now?

"You okay,"Shantel tapped on my shoulder moving forward a step towards me. I was pretty sure I had the "I'm about to s**t myself" look on my face. Honestly I just might.

"Here step in front of me. I have to step out really fast." I gently grabbed her elbow moving her forward as I moved all the way to the back, slowly but surely making my way up out of there.

"F*ck, f*ck. Sh*t, sh*t," I mumbled to myself, busting a move towards my desk, kicking off my heels on the way there. I threw them suckers under my desk stepped in my tennis, grabbed my s**t & whipped around towards the elevator.

There he was, the p***y I had the curse of calling a sibling. It's been years and I have definitely moved on but if I were to be honest with you, if I had it on me I would say f*ck this job and blow his head off right here. But I didn't have that type of heavy artillery or time on me. So I did the next best thing, I whipped my ass back around and broke away towards those steps.

I held my breath all the way down 10 flights, refusing to look behind me. If they want me they gone have to catch me.