Fast Money and Cold Hearts

by Ghost

  Duffle Bag Cartel 2

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  Duffle Bag Cartel 2

  A Novel by Ghost

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  Chapter 1

  That night I held Shanté in my arms as she shook. Her teeth chattered. I’d been holding her for a full two hours, and there had still been no change. We were at Kamya’s house, and I was doing all that I could to calm my baby down.

  Kamya came out of the kitchen with a apron wrapped around her waist. ‘“Dinner’s ready y’all, its time to put some food in your stomachs.” The aroma coming from the kitchen smelled amazing. Like fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, cornbread, and pound cake. Kamya might have only been eighteen years old, but she was a southern woman already. Her cooking skills were second to none.

  I loosened my hold on Shanté so I could stand up. She grabbed even tighter. “Daddy. No. No. Somebody’s going to try and kill you. Please don’t go. Please daddy.”

  I felt so defeated. I kissed her cheeks. “Baby I’m not going anywhere. We’re both going to go in here and eat dinner. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not hungry, but I don’t want you to leave me.”

  Man I’d never seen my daughter so afraid before. It was the most demoralizing feeling in all of the world. I wanted to break down and cry, and at the same time I wanted to murk a million people that had ever hurt a child before.

  I sat Shanté on my lap, and fed her a little bit of food off of my plate. She ate it reluctantly. After we had our fill, she took a bath, and I held her until she fell asleep. Stroking her cheek, and kissing her forehead every few minutes. I loved my daughter with everything I had inside of me.

  After I put her to bed, I jumped in the shower and washed the day’s poison off of me. I didn’t know what I was going to do, or how I was going to handle things with Mikey. I didn’t know if I should come clean to him about Alicia and I, or if I should just see how he would play things down the road. I knew that this option would be the most dangerous. Mikey was a loose cannon. He had the ability to snap out about things out of the blue. That’s what I wanted to avoid. Him snapping out could have meant death for me, Alicia, Shanté, or my unborn child. I just had no way of knowing. On the other hand, maybe coming to him like a man would soften the blow that was sure to come. I didn’t fear Mikey. No, not at all. He was my homeboy. Had he been any other nigga, I would have knocked his head off and kept it moving. Life was too short to live in paranoia. I didn’t like worrying about anybody doing something to me. I felt that the easiest way to avoid paranoia of a enemy was to get rid of them by any means necessary. Mikey got the benefit of the doubt because he was like my brother, as cliché as that may have seemed.

  At the conclusion of my shower, Kamya came into the bathroom and dried my body from head to toe, while I stood in front of her naked. “Phoenix you should feel lucky that you and my lil cousin are alive. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I can’t stand to lose you. I love you so fuckin much.” She dropped the towel, and kissed my lips hard, while hugging my body to hers. “Damn.”

  I slowly wrapped my arms around her body, and rested my lips on her forehead. That was a habit of mine. “That’s why I gotta kill them niggas, shawty. I been ducking these fuck boys for way too long. I tried my best to let Mikey run the show because he had all of the plugs. Dat shit over wit now though. I’m finna run shit. I’m finna get rid of these Black Haven niggas, then me and Mikey need to sit down and get an understanding. We can’t get rich with him running shit, or there being bad blood between us. Somethin gotta shake.”

  Kamya lowered her head. “Is it true that Alicia’s carrying your baby?” She whispered.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “It might be, I mean we have fucked around a lot, and the dates add up. If it is, I ain’t got no choice other than to do the right thing.”

  Kamya smacked her lips. She pushed me off of her. “Damn Phoenix. I can see you fucking her a few times, but pregnant? Man what the fuck? I ain’t enough for you or something?” She turned her back to me.

  I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaled and slid behind her pulling her back to my body. “Kamya, me and her was fuckin around way before you and I was. Besides all that, you’re my blood, shawty. You know can’t shit good come from what we’re doing. Pretty soon it has to come to an end.”

  “An end?” She turned around and faced me. “What the fuck are you talking about Phoenix? I love you. I gotta be with you. This ain’t no you and Sabrina type of shit. This is my whole ass heart we’re talking about. You can’t just sever things when you’re ready to. That’s not fair cuz. I’m a long way from being able to do that.” She slid her arms on to my shoulders, and laid her head on my chest. “Do you love me?”

  I nodded. “Yeah Kamya, I love you. You’re my baby.”

  “N’all, Phoenix. I’m not talking that family love shit. I mean do you honestly love and care for me as a man would a woman?” She looked into my eyes. “The truth baby, because I’m crazy about you. I don’t care how silly I may sound. do you really love me?”

  I brushed her pretty hair out of her face, and
fixed it so that it stayed behind her ears. “Yeah Kamya, I love you as a woman. You are my baby, and there is nothin in this world that I wouldn’t do for you, shawty. You should already know that.”

  She smiled. “I do.”

  “Kamya but we can not be together in that way that you want to because you we my cou--.” I started.

  She pressed her finger to my lips. “Ssh, this is Memphis, Phoenix. Damn near every household down here is doing what we’re doing. You’re just over thinking things. Just trace our family’s history.” Kamya took her finger away from my lips and sucked it into her mouth. “I need you right now. I need you to lay me down, and to fuck me good. My lil pussy getting wet from just thanking about it right now. Huh feel.” She slid my fingers into her panties, and rubbed them over her bald pussy lips. They were meaty and hot. My middle finger slid into her tight hole. Her lips wrapped around it “Unnnn, yes.” She placed her foot on top of the tub.

  I added a second digit and got to fingering her pussy her wet pussy at full speed. I sucked on her neck, and cupped her perfect titties through her white t shirt. Her nipples were stiff as erasers. I sucked them one at a time.

  “Yes. Yes. Phoenix. Yes. Gimme some cuz. Gimme some of that dick, you got me so horny fo yo ass.” She dropped down, wrapped her fist around my stalk, and stroked it up and down, while putting the head into her mouth, and sucking on it hard. Deep throating me as far as she could take it. Gagging along the way.

  I pulled her up. “Bend yo ass over that toilet. Come on.”

  Kamya stuck her ass into the air, and held on to the back of the toilet. ‘Fuck me cuz. Put all that dick inside of me, please.” She begged sucking on her bottom lip.

  I ran the big head in between her lips, and pushed it home. Slid all the way in. She arched her back and moaned. I rubbed all over that fat ass before going to work, long stroking her at full speed. Her ass crashed into my lap, jiggling and shaking. That pussy was hot as lava, and soft as cotton.

  “Uh! Phoenix. Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Aw fuck!”

  I closed my eyes and kept on pounding while holding her little hips. I was trying to hit her bottom. I felt a draft on my ankles. The door creaked, causing me to open my eyes. Before I could react, it was too late. I felt cold steel pressed to the back of my neck.

  Kamya continued to moan loudly, unaware of the intruder.

  “You bitch ass nigga, I can’t believe you. You gon do this to me.” He pressed the gun harder into the back of my head. “You gon fuck my wife, and get her pregnant. This is the last piece of pussy you gon ever get!” Mikey growled, causing Kamya to scream at the top of her lungs.

  “Shut up Kamya before I lace yo ass too, wit yo trifling ass. Fuckin this nigga. Ugh.” He pressed the gun harder into the back of my head. “Explain yourself nigga.”

  I clenched my jaw and slowly allowed my piece to slide out of Kamya. “Let my cousin up out of here. She ain’t got shit to do wit this. Me and you can handle this shit like men.” I could still feel the wetness from Kamya’s pussy on my dick. Her scent was loud and heavy in the small bathroom. While I worried what Mikey’s next move would be in regards to myself and Kamya, I feared for the safety of my daughter e. She was sleeping peacefully in the next room, oblivious to what was taking place in Kamya’s bathroom.

  Mikey wrapped his arm around my neck. “Nigga you ain’t running shit. You should have thought about her wellbeing when you got to doing this snake shit behind my back. Grab that bitch cuz.”

  Korky, Mikey’s cousin, came into the bathroom and snatched Kamya up by her hair. “You coming wit me bitch! Lets go.” He proceeded to drag her out if the bathroom.

  I tensed up, angry. I saw the way he was handling my cousin and it pissed me off. I wanted to murder him and Korky. Kamya had nothing to do with our beef. This nigga was taking being petty to another level.

  Kamya kicked her legs wildly. She struggled against Korky. “Let me go. Let me go, muthafucka. I don’t even know you!” She screamed, as he pulled her all the way into the front of the house.

  Mikey took me and threw me forward. I stumbled and caught my balance. We wound up in the kitchen. He kept his gun trained on me. “Why Phoenix? Why would you betray me like that? Why fuck my bitch?” He asked with his lip curled.

  I mugged him for a long time in silence. “Mane, me and shawty was fuckin way before y’all even thought about getting married. Ain’t nothing personal. Once y’all tied the knot we ceased and desisted that shit. You taking this shit way too far nigga. At the end of the day pussy is pussy, and that’s all it is. Ain’t no such thang in niggas like us marrying no bitch. We been playas from the beginning.”

  “Don’t kick that bullshit to me, Phoenix. What you did was some fuck shit. You betrayed me my nigga. You fucked the only woman I’ve ever loved behind my back, got her pregnant, then plotted with her on how y’all was gon leave me in the lurches. Yousa bitch nigga in every sense of the word.” He cocked the hammer.

  I could hear Kamya fighting with Korky somewhere in the front of the house. I was praying that Shanté didn’t wake up. I felt that as long as she was sleep she would be safe.

  I inhaled and held my hands at shoulder level. “So what, you gon kill me? Over this shit? That’s your game plan?”

  He shook his head. “Nigga if I killed you it would be over and done with. You wouldn’t experience half the pain that I need you to. So n’all, I ain’t gon kill you. I’ma make yo bitch ass suffer. First, I’ma do this.” Mikey aimed and fired. Boom. Boom.

  One bullet slammed into my shoulder, knocking me backward. I felt the stinging pain immediately. I flew into the wall. The second one knocked a chunk out of my thigh. It hobbled me. I fell to the ground. “Ahh. Ahh. Muthafucka.” I clenched my teeth again. Sweat was pouring down the side of my face. I mugged that nigga , and lowered my eyes. I could feel the blood leaking out of my shoulder.

  “That’s what the fuck you get Phoenix. Nigga you lucky I don’t kill you right now. Lucky. The only reason I’m not is because I can use yo punk ass. I’ma ride you all the way to the top. No homo.” Mikey kicked me in the chest, and knocked me backward, placing his Jordan on my neck.

  He was treating me like a straight bitch. The pain was excruciating. My vision went hazy. All I could think about was my daughter, Shanté. As long as he took things out on me, there should be no reason for him to hurt her. I had to take what I was receiving for fucking around with Alicia. Karma was a bitch, and she had her heels on my throat right now.

  “You see that bitch, Nastia is obsessed with your ass because of Taurus, and the blood y’all share. That’s the only reason I ain’t fuckin you all the way up right now homeboy. That bitch represents a whole lot of money, power, and prestige. I gotta have all of that shit. It’s time that a real nigga like me reigns supreme.”

  More blood leaked out of me. I was shaking and I felt cold. The pain intensified. “Nigga, you done popped me over a bitch. I can’t believe this shit. Now what?” I pushed his shoe off of my chest, and scooted back on my ass until my back rested against the refrigerator. My teeth were chattering.

  “What now?” He laughed. “Now you earn your daughter back nigga.”

  My heart sank.

  “I’ma use you to finesse this Nastia bitch. Once I get in where I need to be, I’ma take over her whole outfit. Then you can have your daughter back, and move on wit your life. I ain’t want shit to be this way Phoenix. You fucked me in the game first. You did this.”

  As if on cue, two of the Brooklyn niggas came from the back of the house with Shanté. Her wrists, ankles, and mouth were duct taped. I could her screaming into the tape. Tears fell down her caramel cheeks.

  I struggled to get up. “Gimme my muthafuckin daughter you bitch ass niggas!”

  Mikey kicked me in the ribs, knocking me to the floor. “I’ll be in touch nigga. Go get yourself cleaned up. Nastia got a move she want us to bust in a few days.” He walked away laughing.

  I struggled to use the refrigerator to stand
up. Blood rushed out of my thigh, and my shoulder. “Mikey! Mikey! Don’t do this to me, Mikey. That’s my baby!” I hollered. “Mikey! Come on man!”

  Kamya rushed into the kitchen after they left the house. I heard their tires peel away from the curb, and I knew they were gone. When she saw me she broke into a fit of tears, and fell beside me. “Oh my God, Phoenix. Oh my God.” She looked me over and saw all of the blood.

  I fell to my back, and began to shake so bad that I couldn’t think straight. I was in so much pain, both in my heart and my body. Not only had Mikey popped me twice, but he’d taken my daughter. Shit had gotten really real were my last thoughts before my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  Chapter 2

  I owe my survival to my cousin Sabrina. Somehow, someway, Kamya had secretly gotten me over to her clinic. Once I was there she worked tirelessly to get me right. Between getting the slugs out of me, hooking me up to an IV, and a blood transfusion, Sabrina said it took her three days. I couldn’t remember of anything, just a lot of pain. Every time I opened my eyes it felt like she was poking or prodding me with something new. I felt freezing cold, and my mind would only travel back to Shanté. I couldn’t believe that I was in a fucked up position. That I’d screwed things up so much that my daughter had been taken in the cross fire. What was a man if he couldn’t protect his child? I was miserable. beyond sick. So after the initial three days of my surgery, it took another four before I felt strong enough to open my eyes.

  When I opened them on the seventh day, Smoke, one of my young hustlers from Orange Mound was standing over me with four of his lil homies standing behind him. “Say Mane, Sabrina told us what that fuck nigga Mikey did. That shit ain’t cool, Potna. Whad’ya you say we holler at that fool, and them East Coast niggas on some rest in peace shit? Every since he came back from visiting New York he been low key shitting on us country boys. He got dem niggas making mo’ money den us. They already riding foreign whips and thangs, when the home front ain’t even got one car yet. That ain’t how that shit supposed to go. Dis been Memphis way before he brought them New York niggas into the equation. You been one hunnit since the beginning, Phoenix. That’s more then I can say for him.” Smoke lifted his shirt. His entire waistline was filled with multiple hand guns. “Nigga we ready to murder some shit for you right now, homeboy.” He looked over his shoulder toward his crew. “Dat Duffle Bag shit you was hollering bout. Nigga we bout all dat.” All of his crew lifted their shirts. They had just as many handguns as he did.