Chapter 299: Leveraging Power
Alex woke up the next day to several messages on his phone. One of them was the notification of an encrypted email he received from an “anonymous” source. He knew exactly what this email was, and thus he immediately got on his laptop and opened it.
Within the file was an entire dossier on the Omani prince. Everything from his net worth to his favorite places to visit. If there was something noteworthy about the man, it was recorded in this file.
After all, Oman was another major oil state in the middle east, and that meant Iran had performed ample intelligence on its royal family. Alex was, of course, not surprised to find that the man was far from as respectable as he publically presented himself.
In fact, Ali had a history with hookers during his trips to Dubai, and had an addiction to cocaine and other drugs. One which he hid from the public, and his father. This was actually interesting, as Alex could realistically call Selena, and could have her interfere in how his new rival got his daily fix.
After all, the Zetas now controlled a huge portion of the cocaine business, and had become the most powerful cartel south of the American border. Even those cartels in Columbia paid respect to the Zetas in some way or another.
If Selena asked the Columbian cartels to stop exporting coke to the middle east, at least for a few months, there be a significant demand, and a serious lack of supply. Causing the price of coke to increase within the region well beyond its current means.
Such massive spending habits would definitely get noticed by Ali’s father. And after thinking this through, this was exactly Alex’s first step in his plan to bring down the alliance between Oman and Saudi Arabia.
After all, if it was discovered that Prince Ali was a degenerate coke head, this would cause questions for the betrothal between him and Aisha. Thus, Alex selected his contact in his phone that was nicknamed “Coke Mommy” and let it ring.
Selena was quick to answer the call, despite the time difference the moment she saw Alex’s number appear. She would accept it no matter what state she was in. And there was an almost excited tone in her voice as she spoke to her absent lover.
“I was having the most wonderful dream about you... And here you are waking me up to your voice. What do you need from me, lover?”
Alex smirked when he heard this as he stepped out onto his hotel’s balcony and began to smoke while gazing on at the desert city below. His words were definitely shocking to Selena, but they were also entering at the same time.
“How quickly can you shut down the coke supply to the Middle East?”
La Madre’s scoffed when she heard this, before answering Alex. Which she followed up with a question of her own.
“Theoretically, I could have our shipments to the middle east ended at a moment’s notice. But knowing you, I am assuming you want me to leverage my power to force our so-called peers in the south to do the same, am I right? What exactly are you up to, Alex?”
Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted Alex’s thoughts as the Queen of Hearts appeared behind him wearing a hijab that had her infamous symbols embedded within its pattern.
“You really should have... Honestly, your surprised me with that choice of yours. I thought for sure you’d got for the same type of nightmares you gave to the likes of Sakura. But to show Aisha something so disturbing, I feel like you’re trying to give the girl PTSD....”
Alex scoffed when he heard this before turning over to the Queen of Hearts and pinning her exceptionally voluptuous body down on the bed. He kissed her mouth before quoting the first thing he had ever said to her with a sadistic smirk on his face.
“Perfect timing. I am in need of a woman right now. I suppose you will do!”
the Queen of Hearts smirked as she heard this, snapping her fingers as she completely removed her clothes, except for of course the hijab, which she proudly displayed as if it were some kind of fetish.
Alex did not even hesitate. As he suckled on the woman’s tattooed breasts, he stuck his large cock deep inside her slit. Causing the bitch to moan in pleasure as he did so. From the moment Alex saw the woman appear in her current attire, he couldn’t help but want to fuck her.
After all, until now, he had never fucked a woman in a hijab before. And though it held less meaning, considering the fact that the Queen of Hearts was not Muslim, it was still something Alex had wanted to cross off his bucket list.
Thus, he pumped his hips forward with exceptional vigor, thrusting his entire length inside the woman’s snatch as deep as it would go. All with the speed and velocity of a cheetah in full sprint. The Queen of Hearts couldn’t help but grab hold of Alex’s head, and kiss him once more, while goading him on.
“Yes, that’s right Alex! Right there! Fuck me like your life depends on it!”
Alex could feel the woman’s cunt clench around his cock as she clearly climaxed from his intense thrusts. Causing him to increase the intensity of his attack. All while holding his hand on her neck, applying pressure. At the same time, he continued to kiss her, while shouting shit he always wanted to say in this situation.
“I am your god now... Worship me, you little fucking whore!”
In between her moans, the Queen of Hearts played along with Alex’s words, fulfilling his fantasy for him, one that could have easily been done if he just waited a few months to win Aisha’s heart. And she took great joy in stealing this from one of the heroines.
“Yes! Fill this little apostate’s hole with your thick cum, my great and mighty god!”
And Alex did just that. He would continue to fuck the Queen of Hearts well into the afternoon when he finally felt properly relieved. It was only then that he would go back to the Royal Palace to discuss the business that the United States had tasked him with.