My Voodoo Queen

Chapter 17

Alanza POV

The guys took me home, and I gave Lorenzo and Jamir a tour of my home and introduced them to some of my girls. My girls, including the babies, were smitten with my men. Jamir played with the babies, he is like a puppy that you love and can't get mad at. All of my men acted like doting, playful fathers to the babies. Watching them play with the girls made them even more attractive. 

"Guys, there is something I should warn you about. Let's sit at the dining room table first," I said. We all sat down in the dining room, me sitting at the head of the table. "I have a rival who lives in Trest Hills, a very boujee and snooty place. If you ever meet this man, run, he is pure evil. He looks like a Creole Southern gentleman from the 1800s or 1900s, but with soulless black eyes. His name is Remi Ricard, came from a wealthy family in Louisiana. Ricard has warm ivory skin, short, curly black hair, an athletic build, and a short beard. He is a 34-year-old criminal lawyer who owns his own small law firm, he is a tax preparer, and he owns a cleaning service which is basically a front for prostitution. The cops don't know when to kick the door, and he uses the maids/escorts to blackmail cops or VIPs. The bastard is also a Voodoo priest, his lackeys and bodyguards are criminals and felons he has under his thumb because he defended them. Ricard is a boujee, very selfish, very vain, very evil, very disloyal, very vindictive, very snobbish, very perverted, very smooth, and a very charming psychopath. I rescued quite a few of my girls from him, and they are still healing mentally from an encounter with him. Why am I telling you guys about him? This is to warn you about the good and the bad in my world. The bastard is looking for a solution to his aging, but rather stay a Voodoo priest. Ricard would cripple his clueless, enabling widow mother to be immortal. That man would sell or kill his wife and male lover for a chance of immortality. Don't ask that man for any help or favors because he will either screw you over or use it against you. Trust that man the same way you would trust a Neo-Nazi or a KKK member," I said.

"Has he hurt you, baby girl?" Richard asked. Four heads perked up at Richard's question and five pairs of eyes looked at me expectantly. "We didn't officially meet, he did try to mack on in church years ago, it was the first time I arrived in America. We did a car wash to help raise money for the church until that bastard showed up. Looking at him, I almost saw slime trailing behind him. He tried to say that I look as fine as ever, boy was he a liar. I was wearing a big t-shirt and shorts, looking like a wet dog. I smelled like wet hair and soap, and it is hard trying to look modest and cute on slippery metal. Before I tried to get smart with him, Father grabbed me from behind and carried me back inside the church. He warned me about what kind of person he was. Ricard allegedly sexually assaulted some girls but was never caught. One of my girls was almost raped by him at a house party, not realizing he was there looking for prey and a new barbie as he calls his girls. I came just in time when she was passed out drunk, and he was taking her panties off. I kicked him hard between the legs, and half-dragged the girl back to my home. Once she was somewhat sober and alert, I told her what was going on, and she was shocked. His favorite prey are fatherless daughters and legal teenagers. Speaking of the devil, he is here," I said.