Fast Money and Cold Hearts

by Ghost

  caught it, and sat down mumbling under his breath. He wiped his nose clean, and mugged me with mounting hatred. Once again I saw myself smoking his ass. As soon I figured out where my daughter was, his ass was grass. That was a guarantee.

  Nastia extended her hand. “Phoenix, I need to speak with you in the other room. Now, please. Come on.” She leaned down and slid her hand into mine. Hers felt soft, and smelled of some expensive perfume that I couldn’t finger.

  I got up and followed her into he back of the hotel room. Once there, she walked up to me and kissed my lips, licking all over them. “What’s the matter baby? Did I do something wrong? If so tell me what I did?” She found my gun, tossed it on the bed unbuttoned my pants, and slid her hand into my boxers. Nastia took my dick out, sniffing the head into her right nostril. “Mmm, you smell so good. I love the scent of this big black dick.” She licked along the length of it until it hardened. Slowly pulling the shoulder straps to her dress off of her shoulders, Nastia allowed her big breasts to spill out. Her melons bounced briefly as they freed themselves. The pink areolas covered the majority of her tits. She rubbed my dick all over the nipples. “Talk to me baby. What can I do to make you happy?”

  I grabbed a handful of her blond extensions, and yanked her head backward. “Bitch I ain’t say nothin was wrong wit me. Maybe I’m not feeling yo as right now. You ever think of that?” I growled. I didn’t give a fuck how much power this bitch had. She was still a snow bunny to me, and I had yet to fall in love with, or to feel some type of way about a white girl. That just hadn’t happened, and I didn’t think it ever could. Besides this bitch used to fuck wit my uncle Taurus. Not only was she way older than me, but I just wasn’t feeling her like that. All she was to me was money.

  She shuddered. “Uh! I love the way you talk to me Phoenix. Talk that shit to me then. Do it.”

  I pulled harder on her hair and made her yelp. “Bitch suck this young, black dick. You know that’s all you care about.”

  Nastia groaned louder and sucked me into her mouth. She was slurping me loudly adding plenty of spit, moaning, and groaning loudly. Her hand pumped me at the same time. “Tell me baby. Tell me I’m your bitch. Tell me this white pussy belongs to you. Tell me what I can do to make you happy?” She moaned, popping me in and out of her mouth.

  I spaced my feet, and got to fucking her face like it was a shot of pussy. Although I wasn’t in that mental sexual space, I couldn’t deny her head game. It was amazing hot, wet, and tight. The scent of her was too much. Her moves were on point like she’d been sucking dick every since she was a shawty. When her teeth nipped at the head of my piece, I shuddered. My toes curled, and then I was cumming in her mouth, blasting like it was a shoot out.

  Nastia gripped my dick harder, and pumped it up and down, swallowing my baby makers. Her lips were pursed tight around my head, greedy for more of my release. When she had swallowed all that I could muster, Nastia stood up and pulled her skirt all the way up her hips. “You already know what I need baby. I need you to put that black dick right between these. Seductively she ran her finger in between her bald lips, and sawed it up and down. She was wetter than a puddle of water.

  I picked her lil ass up and threw her in the bed roughly, grabbed her by the throat, and licked her face. My dick rubbed along her inner thigh. “Bitch you don’t call no shots with me. I run this shit. You got that?”

  She arched her back and opened her legs wide before sliding her hand between them, and dipping a finger into her wet hole. The digit shot in and out of her at full speed. Her thighs tensed. “Yes. Yes baby. Un, please fuck me.”

  I flipped her over. “Get on them knees bitch. Let me spank that ass. Let me get that ass red hot before I fuck you from the back. Right in this mafucka right here.” I opened her ass cheeks, and ran my finger in a circle around her anus. I was so irritated that the only thing I could think about was mistreating her ass. I was about to bust that back door all the way open. I wanted to put his bitch in her place once and for all. Then it would be time to talk business. I was sure that my uncle used to handle her the same way. I couldn’t confirm it, but I just felt like doing the most with this bitch every time she was in my presence. That had to be my blood taking over me, It was in my DNA.

  Nastia got to her knees and tooted her ass up into the air. Her face laid sideways on the mattress, looking back at me. “Go ahead baby, smack them. Smack them hard. Treat me like a white whore.”

  And that’s just what I did. I started smacking that ass hard. I’d raise my hand high in the air, and bring it down as hard as I could. She’d yelp, and ball the sheets into her fingers toot her ass higher, just so I could beat it some more. After the fiftieth lick Nastia went crazy. Her pussy was oozing , running down her thigh. “Fuck me Phoenix. Fuck me. Put that black cock in my pussy. Please. I swear I’ll do whatever you want. Just do it.”

  I got behind her, and stuffed my shit into her. My nails dug into her hips and I got to fucking her as hard as I could with long strokes. Her pussy was hot and tight. Her ass hole winked at me with each plunge. I smacked them cheeks, and pulled her long hair roughly.

  “Aw, yes! Yes Phoenix. Fuck this pussy. Fuck this pussy. Harder. Harder. Harder. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Aw. Aw. Aw. Aw. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Nastia crashed back into me over and over, encouraging me to go harder. Her pussy oozed like crazy. She kept getting wetter and wetter.

  I was growling like a angry lion, killing that shit from the back. Nastia's big breasts jiggled back and forth, slapping against her stomach as she endured my assaults. I couldn’t help but watch my black dick going in and out of her pink lips. It was fascinating to me.

  “Phoenix. Phoenix. I’m. Gonna. Cum. Baby. Your black dick. Aww. Your black dick is.... Awwww! Yessssss!” She screamed.

  I slapped that ass and forced her on her stomach, plunging as hard as I could. Nastia shook underneath me, and begged me to go harder and harder. My piece was like a piston going in and out of her. Suddenly, I was pulling out and cumming all over her ass cheeks and lower back. She sat up and sucked me into her mouth, wiped her juices off of me and smacked her lips. “Damn Phoenix. Jesus Christ. I’m going to need to take you on a trip wit me. Maybe for a week or so. I need you to do some things to my body that I’m too shy to say. She licked all over the head again, and sucked her way up my stomach. “How does that sound baby?”

  “That depends on how much money you’re about to help me make before then.”

  Chapter 4

  Nastia sashayed into the room, and dropped two duffle bags on the floor in front of me. She knelt down, and unzipped one of them. “Look, this is a hundred bricks of the Rebirth. Fifty in each bag. I am placing them at your feet to show you how serious I am about your advancement in that game out there. I wish you would simply come and be a kept man for me. I would make it so that you never have to worry about anything. We would take trips to foreign places. I would buy you whatever you want, line your pockets with as much cash as you want and you would never have to do anything other then fuck me long and hard. I wish you would commit to this but something tells me that it’s not even an option.”

  “Its not. Now tell me what you want in exchange for all of this merchandise? I knelt beside her and took one brick out of the bag at a time. They felt heavy. They were wrapped in aluminum foiled packages with yellow smiley faces all over them. I didn’t know what the smiley faces represented, and I didn’t care. The Rebirth was a money maker. If I wanted to I could take each brick and step on it with some lactose. I could add eighteen zips to each kilo, and the Rebirth would still be powerful enough to keel the feens knocking down our doors like bill collectors. These bags represented money, and power. Power that I would need to annihilate Mikey, and Dragon’s bitch ass.

  “I have to go away on business for fourteen days. While I am away I need to ask you a personal favor?” She kissed my cheek, and rubbed my back.

  I continued to count the bricks, praying that she wasn’t on no fuck shit.
/>   “Yeah, and what’s that?” I asked.

  “I want you come with me baby, so that while I’m talking with the big wigs you can keep Natalia company and safe. She’s always complaining that all I leave around her is grumpy old security guards. I’m tired of hearing the nagging. I need you to watch over her, and to pull a move for me while we’re out in Moscow. A personal favor. You chill with me for two weeks and all of this is yours. Of course you’ll have to cut Mikey into the equation some way. He’s already agreed to make the trip with us. But that’s still open for discussion.” She kissed me on the side of my mouth.

  I really didn’t like this Bitch kissing all over me and shit, but like I said before she was a cash cow. She represented prestige to me. I needed to keep her closer than the words in a sentence. The closer she remained to me, the faster myself and my cartel would move up the ladder. Once I got my daughter back, I had plans on making a few million, and getting out of the game. I was gon settle in one if those islands that didn’t have extradition, and call shots to my cartel from there. Every so often I would make a pit stop in America. That would only be to look over my operations. For me, Memphis, was just a start. I wanted to control the whole south. I wanted to be rich, and great. Put that shit that my uncle Taurus did back in the day to shame.

  “I don’t need that nigga looking over my shoulder. I can handle this assignment on my own. On the flip side I ain’t no fucking baby sister. Why you can’t get one of them out of shape niggas to watch over Natalia?” I zipped the bag, and started to count the bricks in the other one.

  Nastia, stood up. “I could provide my child with the best security team in the world, but I choose to put you on the job. After all she is your cousin. I’m pretty sure that you would protect her more than either of them ever would. Plus you guys are the same age. You’ll have more in common with her then anyone of my team. Besides, a hundred kilos Phoenix... That’s quite the pay out and you know it.” She licked her thin lips. “So what so you say?”

  I stood up with both straps to the bags in my hands. “How many of these bricks do I gotta give to Mikey?” I knew that the more shit I gave him, the richer he became. He was already asking me to drop fifty gees a week as a payout. Since I was already giving Links and Jack ten a piece that meant that I was about to shovel out seventy thousand every Friday. I had to hurry up and put a end to Mikey’s calendar like the Mayans. That bitch ass nigga.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “That’s up to you. But that is your boy right? Although I am detecting a bit of animosity between the two of you. Is there something going on that I don’t know about? If so, tell me so I can fix it. I don’t like seeing you like this. There is a lot of tension in the air even between us and I’ve been nothin but good to you every since I found out that you were Taurus’s blood.”

  I began to stuff one duffle bag as much as I could. I left ten bricks in the other bag and kept ninety for myself. My bag looked deformed but I didn’t care. “Shawty it’s good. Me and the homie just going through some thangs. We’ll figure it out. We always do. Anyway, I’m giving him ten bricks. I’m keeping ninety for myself, and my crew. I’m looking to be a King all by myself. I don’t need Mikey or no other nigga. From here on out you’re funding me and I’ll see to it that he get what he get. You understand that.” I stood up and pulled her to me roughly, slid my fingers into the tresses of her hair and made a fist, pulling at the roots.

  “Ouch. Yes baby. I hear you. I heard you loud and clear.” Nastia's nipples began to telescope through her Burberry blouse. Her face flushed. She looked like she was in heat all over again.

  I looked into her steel blue eyes, for a long time. “You want you a young black killa don’t you?”

  She shivered. “What?”

  I pulled on her hair harder. “Don’t play wit me, bitch. You’re obsessed with this black and white shit ain’t you?” I led her all the way back and slammed her against the wall of the hotel room, hard. I pressed my forehead to hers. “Answer me bitch.”

  She started breathing hard. “Why do you talk to me like that? It drives me crazy.”

  I grabbed her neck, and squeezed, choking her just a bit. I just wanted to see how she was going to react. Slowly, I applied pressure. Her face turned a burgundy like red, before I let her go.

  She let out a gust of air, and continued to breath heavily. Then she attacked me. “Fuck me right now Phoenix.” She reached for my belt, and tried to release it. “Please fuck me right now Phoenix!”

  I threw her back against the wall, holding her by her wrists. “Calm your ass down and be smooth. Its a time and a place for all of that. For now I gotta go and get by people right. I’ma take you up on that two week offer, and its cool, Mikey can come along too. I’m pretty sure we’ll find some way to put him to good use. Just remember what I said to you. I’m looking to be my own king. I don’t need no other nigga riding my coat tail. Especially since this shit should be all about me and you.” I stroked her hair, then rubbed the side if her face. It was time that I played on her emotions. Since she was acting all obsessed with me and shit, I felt that was in my best interest to play into that. It would make things a whole lot easier for me. Even though she looked about fifteen years older then me, and clearly not my type at all, the bitch was a boss and that was all that mattered.

  She froze, and looked into my eyes as if she was trying to search my soul. “What are you saying Phoenix? Are you saying that you’re not opposed to giving you and I a try?”

  I shook my head, and thought to myself that this broad must if been out of her mind. She was making shit way too easy for me. I didn’t understand how a woman could have come into so much power, and at the same time be so emotionally gullible. I didn’t think that was possible. I stroked her cheek. “Nastia, I got a whole lot of work to do before I can step into any relationships but when I’m ready you’ll be the first to know.” I kissed her lips, and hugged her to my body.

  She allowed for me to hold her for a few moments. then she took a step back and gazed into my eyes again. “Phoenix, the worst thing you could ever do is to play with my heart. There are only two things in this world that are sacred to me, the first is my daughter. The second is my heart. If either one of these particular things are hurt in any way, I can not be responsible for what happens to the person that did it. Do you understand this?” She pushed me away from her, and walked away to look out the big window that over looked the water. “I’m falling for you Phoenix. I don’t know how I am, but I am. I’m falling for you, real hard, and its scaring me.”

  ***

  On the drive home I slid the duffle bag over to Mikey, who was sitting in the driver’s seat of his fresh Range Rover Sport. He was parked in front of Kamya’s crib, with Meek Mill’s Championships banging out of his speakers. “Huh nigga, here go ten more brick of that Rebirth. You should be able to get right off of this.” I’d told Nastia where to drop the other duffle bag with the additional ninety off, first thing in the morning and she’d agreed. I couldn’t risk Mikey’s bitch ass asking me what was inside of the other duffle bag. He still had by daughter, so everything he asked me for until I had her back, I would have to grant. I hated that fact with all of my cold heart.

  “Now dis what the fuck I’m talking about, Playboy. Dis shit ain’t got nothing to do wit that first fifty bands you owe me though, right?”

  I cringed. Man, this nigga was getting on my nerves. “Say Mane, we got an understanding. You ain’t gotta keep bringing dis fuck shit up, Potna. I’ma have that lil scratch for you. Now let me see my daughter, Mane, what fair is fair.”

  “Nigga get yo pussy ass out my truck fuck nigga. You sitting there talking that cowboy shit. Muthafucka, I ain’t showing or letting you talk to no muthafucka until you put that bag in my hand the first time. You better get it through yo head, you ain’t running shit homeboy. All you are is a muthafuckin pawn. As soon as I see that you’re of no more use to me yousa dead man. Pow. Pow. Pussy nigga. You gon feel them slugs Mane. Betta pray yo
baby don’t feel em too.” He curled his lip. “Get the fuck out my shit. Gon. Get!” He hollered as loud as he could.

  I sat here with my head lowered and my trigger finger itching. I wanted to murder this chump. I wanted to put five in his face but I had to keep Shanté at the forefront of my mind. A nigga had to remember that I was my baby’s only line of defense. If I fucked up and made the wrong decision, I could cost my daughter her life. With that on my mind, I pulled on the lever and let myself out of his truck.

  “Yeah bitch nigga, have my money, or find pieces of that lil girl all over the city. You created this war, nigga. Now I’m her daddy.” He reached over and pulled his door closed, just as I upped my pistol from my hip, ready to blow at his punk ass. Mikey stepped in the gas laughing like a true fuck nigga.

  I watched his truck until it disappeared from the block, and turned the corner. Minutes later I walked into Kamya’s crib dejectedly. She was sitting on the couch reading a book called A Bronx Tale by Ghost. She saw me and set the book on the table. “Hey Phoenix. I was just thinking about you.”

  I don’t know where they came from, but all of the sudden tears began spilling out of my eyes. My heart felt as if it we’re being ripped in two. I was so angry that I felt like killing a whole community of people. I missed my daughter, and I needed to see her to make sure that she was okay.

  Kamya was about to make her way over to me, but when she saw the waterworks she stopped. ‘‘Cuz what’s the matter? What the matter, please talk to me.” Then she was crying.

  I took both pistols off of my hip, and held them at my sides. “I’m tired, lil cuz. This nigga got my baby, and he ain’t trying to let me see her. He talking this bullshit at every turn, and Jehovah knows I just wanna body his ass. I wanna smoke this nigga like some good Loud. Fuck man.”

  Kamya chewed on her fingernail. “Let me do it cuz. Fuck that nigga. Teach me how to do it and I’ll do it for you. I’ll do anything for you.” She slowly made her way over to me, and opened her arms. She hugged my waist, and rested her head on my chest. “Just teach me Phoenix, you ain’t gotta feel that pain no more. We’re in this shit together, if you hurt, I hurt.”