Fast Money and Cold Hearts

by Ghost

  Natalia nodded and smiled. “Yeah, now I remember. Who could ever forget such a distinctive name as that? Come on in.” She looked me up and down with a sly look in her face.

  Nastia peeped her from a distance. “You can stop looking at him like that. Your father is his uncle. That makes you family. Since you have such a hard time dealing with the men I appoint to look after you, he’s going to take on those duties. Hopefully you will be respectful.” She came and took a hold of my hand, and led me through the mansion.

  We wound up in her master’s bedroom. It was huge. All white, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The bed was in the middle of the floor, with thin, pink, veils covering the expanse of it. There was a big screen television inside of the wall. A Jacuzzi to the left of the doorway, twenty steps from the massive bathroom. To my right was a small swimming pool, a short ways from it was a balcony that overlooked the night skyline of Moscow. It smelled of jasmine.

  Nastia closed the big double doors, and casually stepped over to me. She rubbed along my chest, and sucked on her bottom lip as she looked into my eyes. “Are you feeling any better baby?”

  I smiled. “Yeah, I’m good. I just gotta figure some shit out. That’s all.”

  “Why don’t you tell me what it is. Don’t you know that I could help you?” She asked stroking the side of my cheek.

  I stepped away from her. “I’m good. We already made a deal. I’ma be out here wit you for two weeks. I’ma make sure that Natalia is safe and sound. Gon bust a few moves for you. Then, when we get back everything gon go back to normal. A deal is a deal.”

  “Ugh. You’re so fucking stubborn. I don’t know what to do wit you right now.” She crossed her arms like a little girl, mugged me, and shook her head. “I have a business meeting of sorts tonight. I’ll be out for a few hours. My security team will keep the perimeter sealed, and surveilled. You do the best you can to not get into an argument with Natalia. That girl has a sharp tongue. She’s going to push your buttons left and right so you better be ready. Remember that she is my heart, and I appreciate you for looking after her.” She stepped back in front of me, and closed her eyes. “Can I have a kiss until I see you later?”

  I leaned down and kissed her thin lips, pulled her into my embrace, then grabbed a hold of her ass. Her tongue tried to enter into my mouth, but I avoided it by turning my head side ways.

  Nastia broke the kiss. “This palace is yours. Feel free to get comfortable. The remote is right there. I’ll see you in a few hours. I’m taking Mikey along with me. I have some unofficial business for him to handle tonight.” She made her way toward the double doors, stopped, smiled back at meme and blew a kiss. Then she was gone.

  I took the remote control and turned on the television to the Unites States Sports Center. Took my leather Sean Jean off and tossed it on the bed. By the time I got down to my beater there was a knock on the bedroom door. “Man, who is it?”

  The door swung inward and Natalia appeared in a pair of cut off, blue jean, daisy dukes, and a pink beater that conformed to the upper portion of her body.

  “Who do you think it is? It’s cousin Natalia.” She giggled, and stepped all the way into the room. Placed her back in the door. Her thick thighs jiggled.

  I glanced at her. “What you doing in here, shawty?”

  She tapped on her chin with a finger. “Hmm, let me see. All of the security is outside of the house, and my mother, whose always all up by ass, left me in this lonely mansion with a fine ass man that I used to have a crush on in high school. I got on these little shorts. Ain’t had a chance to be alone with a male for almost a year. You tell me?” She gave me a devilish look. “Are you really my father’s nephew?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “As far as I know. Why?”

  She stepped away from the door and came toward me. With each step that she took her thighs shook. She was barefoot . Her small, pretty toes were painted pink. This bitch was bad.

  “I don’t know, I guess I’m just curious because I’ve never gotten the chance to meet him before. Any man with his blood is fascinating to me.” She stepped up to me, and looked into my eyes. “What was my father like? My mother says he was a legend?”

  “Shid, I don’t know. I’m only a few years older than you. Yo pops was well before my time. I’m sure all of the stories that you’ve heard are the same ones that I have.”

  She stared off dreamily. “My mother says he was some guy. I wish I could have met him. I’d rather to have been raised by my father then my mother any day. The black side of me is so thirsty.” Natalia sighed. And looked up to me. “Are you screwing my mother?”

  “If you mean fucking then yeah. I hit that old pussy every now and then. Why? That make you mad or something?” I laughed and sat in the bed while watching the scores on the bottom of the screen go past.

  “Oh no. Mad is the last thing I am. You see, you’re going to be looking after me for the next fourteen days. I can guarantee you that we’ll be fuckin by tomorrow. If not tonight.” She unbuttoned the top of her Daisy Dukes and unzipped them. I caught a glimpse of the pink lace panties underneath.

  “Shawty didn’t you just hear your mama tell you who I am to you? I’m yo family girl. Fall back.”

  Natalia shook her head. “Oh no. You see my mama be having those security guards all up my ass. I’ve haven’t had a chance to get any relief, and those guys that she has watching over me don’t do it for me. Nall Phoenix. I got some shit in me that calls out for you. I don’t know what it is but I’m aching down here.” She ran her fingers over the split in her jeans and did this sexy lil moan. Her nipples poked through her beater.

  I felt my dick getting hard as hell. It was throbbing and everything. Nastia had made it perfectly clear that she was crazy about her daughter. I didn’t know what all that meant, but I wasn’t willing to risk whatever fucking with Natalia would bring. Because of Nastia I had Orange Mound jumping. A nigga was making money hand over fist. I was on my way to establishing myself in the game after I took care of a little business out here for her. There was no way I'd jeopardize my standings for a piece of pussy. I was smarter then that.

  Natalia pulled her shorts down far enough to expose her bald, plump pussy lips. They had to be the fattest lips that I had ever seen in my life. She ran her finger through the middle of them. “You have no idea how hot this pussy is Phoenix. Its young. It’s fresh. Its connected to you. You can’t tell me that you don’t want any.” Natalia slid the finger into her self, and pulled it out, walking toward me with it. She stepped in between my legs. “Here you go. Just taste me.”

  I laughed. “Shawty get yo lil ass out of here. I ain’t fucking wit you on that level.” My dick was really jumping in my pants now. Her scent was driving me nuts. I felt my twisted roots getting the better of me.

  She slid her hand over my lap and squeezed my dick. “Damn. You’re so hard. I wanna see it so bad. I’m curious to see what my black side looks like.” She rubbed all over my dick before she leaned her head down and kissed the jeans.

  I involuntarily humped upward into her mouth before I caught myself and pushed her away.

  “Gon Natalia. I got a lot of respect for your mother. I ain’t gon do her like that.”

  She unbuttoned my jeans, and unzipped them. “I just want to see what it looks like. Please. I never got a chance to meet my father. But I’ve heard all of the stories about our family. They drive me nuts. I wish I was raised by him. Wish things were different.” She pulled my dick out, and her eyes got bucked. “Oh my God. I’ve only seen white ones. This is crazy.” She sniffed the big head. Kissed it, and started to stroke it up and down. “Can I try something? Please?”

  My dick started jumping in her hand. The more firmly she held it, the longer it grew until it looked like a mini baseball bat in her yellow hand. I smacked her hand away and scooted back. “N’all, we ain’t finna do this shit, shawty.” I jumped up and pulled my pants up. My dick’s head peeked out of my waistband.

  She
continued to pursue me. “Seriously, Phoenix. What’s so good about my mother, but you’ll pass on me?” She asked, looking offended.

  I got my pants in order, and dusted off my shirt. “Shawty yo mama on bidness. Far as I can see you ain’t on shit. That fine shit can only go so far. I will give you that though.” I appraised her one last time, noticing how hard her nipples were and the way her shorts were all up in her gap That shit made me shudder involuntarily, before walking to the big doors and opening them. There was no doubt in my mind. I would fuck her senseless if ever I got between her thighs.

  Natalia looked dumbfounded. “Seriously?”

  “Seriously, Shawty. I’ma fuck wit you later.” I held the door open wide enough for her to step through it.

  Natalia’s nostrils flared, as she shook her head. She'd stopped directly in front of me, and smiled as she looked into my eyes. “Looks can be deceiving Phoenix. I am more than what you think I am. You’ll find that out real soon. In regards to this though.” She cupped my piece, and squeezed it until it grew. This made her run her long tongue across her lips. “I see how hard I make you Phoenix. You won’t be able to turn me down forever. I’m going to see what this is all about. I am sure of that.” She kissed my lips softly, and stepped past me with her long hair flowing behind her. She looked like a Goddess. Her shorts were all up in her ass so much so that her cheeks were exposed.

  All I could do was shake my head, until the scent of her perfume went away. My piece was throbbing like crazy. I kept seeing Natalia’s piercing blue eyes. She intrigued me. I wanted to know what more there was to her, if anything. What was it that she had up her sleeve? I was sure that it wouldn’t be long before I found out.

  Chapter 7

  “Aiight Phoenix, now she done broke this move down to us three times already. This shit simple and sweet. We gon go in here and fuck over some shit Memphis style, Mane. She said no guns, and I’m cool wit that. You cool wit that?” Mikey asked, before shaking up his pink Sprite, and turning it up.

  I slid the leather gloves onto my hands, then rolled down my white ski mask. We were parked behind a Heating and Air condition company, in the north side if Moscow. It was two in the morning their time, and I was ready to get this move over with. Nastia had three marks that she wanted us to lay down. She’d said that it was important that we fuck them over, and leave them twisted in a way that would bring prestige to her name. Supposedly, they needed to be knocked out of the way before she was able to move forward in whatever she was trying to accomplish. I didn’t know exactly what that was specifically, but I was sure that it would help me to advance in the game down the line, so I was all for it. I still couldn’t get Natalia's strapped ass off of my mind. When Nastia had gotten back later that same day I’d tore her pussy up imagining that I was fucking her daughter.

  “Nigga you gonna say somethin or what?” Mikey mugged.

  I looked over the knives inside of the pocket of fatigue . The handles were made for hunters. The blades were serrated. I was good to go. Killing something is definitely what I needed. “Say I’m cool Mane. Using a knife ain’t never stopped me from taking a nigga out the game Potna. Let’s handle this bidness. Seem like that’s our cue right there.”

  A female with long red hair appeared on the cobble stone road that we were parked She took a cigarette out of her purse, and sparked it before she started to walk toward us. The wind view through her hair, causing it to wave like a flag. When she reached the van she knocked on the door three times and kept on walking. That was the cue that Nastia said we’d be given. It was time to roll.

  “Let’s do it.”

  We jumped out of the van, and bent over as low as we could. Jogging down the cobble street and toward the back door to the business. The woman had left the door wide open. I rushed inside of it, and the first thing I heard was Russian music blaring out of the speakers. The door lead into a dark hallway. It smelled like salty and super sugary foods were being cooked. I took the hallway until it led to a sales room where both heating, and air conditioner systems were lined up. The room was carpeted. It felt soft to the bottoms of my shoes. I jogged past that one, through the next room. Then I could smell cigars. A bunch of arguing ensued. The pathway leading up to the next room was dimly lit, but as we came off of it the lights turned blue. Smoke welcomed us before I was able to see anybody. There were hanging beads covering the entry way. I paused and peeked inside it. There were three men sitting at a round table counting stacks and stacks of American money.

  Mikey came inside. He paused and looked, then shot forward pulling a big knife from his waistband. The beads sounded. He rushed to the far end of the table. Mikey grabbed one of the fat Russians by his forehead, sliced his throat and slung him to the floor, and attacked the second one.

  I ran through the beads. The man closest to me stood up to pull his weapon. He aimed it at Mikey, and a part of me wanted to allow him to kill Mikey in cold blood so I could be rid of him but I had to think about Shantê. Mikey’s death was also death to my daughter. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I raised the serrated blade and slammed it into the attempted shooter’s spine as hard as I could.

  He yelled and dropped the gun before standing straight up, and trying to turn around. Suddenly the knife was going in and out of him, punching his soft flesh again and again. The Russian threw a weak elbow that missed. He fell backward on top of the table, struggling for dear life.

  My knife plunged again and again. His blood shot into the air, splashing the table repeatedly. Mikey ran and stood over him. “Oh, you was gone shoot me? Huh? Huh?” His eyes were wild. He the man’s hair, p laced his blade under his neck and sliced it. Mikey slammed his head into the table as hard as he could. Bam! “Bitch ass nigga!”

  Another one of them crawled around on the floor. Dragging himself by his elbows. He left a trail of blood under him. “Uh. Uh.” He dared to look toward us. There were two bloody holes in his back.

  I stood over him and placed my shoe on his neck , forcing him to the floor where he continued to struggle for dear life. This Boscoe?” I asked Mikey.

  Mikey came over and ripped the man’s jacket from his body. Then he cut his shirt down the middle, until he exposed the red, white, and blue flag on his back. “Hell yeah dis his bitch ass, Mane. Shawty say she want his head cut off his shoulders, and I ain’t got no problem doing that.” He knelt beside the man. Smacked him in the back of the head. “Say Homeboy, you know how much yo head worth right now?” He asked, them grabbed a handful of his hair.

  “Please. Please. I beg of you. Don’t do this to me. I’ll make you two very rich men.” Boscoe pleaded.

  Mikey took his head and slammed it into the floor. “A! Shut the fuck up, Mane. You ain’t finna make us shit. We already getting paid for the bounty on yo head nigga.”

  “I have Yen. I have Euros. I have American. I’ll give you five million in each. Just please, don’t kill me.”

  “Man body his bitch ass and get it over with. We gotta get out of here. Fuck is you waiting on?” I snapped ready to get down and handle him myself if need be. I always had this timer in my head to do a job. Whenever things got past a few minutes it started to go off louder and louder with each passing second.

  “Hold on Mane. Dis mafucka just basically said he’ll give us fifteen million. Now I don’t know about you but I want that kind of scratch.” He picked dude up by the hair. “Say fuck nigga. How you gon give us this cash Potna? Speak up!”

  “I’ll wire it. Just give me your account number. You’ll have it in a matter of minutes. I swear.” He said this with a strained voice.

  “You hear that homeboy? He saying we’ll be millionaires in a natter of minutes. I can’t pass that up. Get yo Bitch ass up.” Mikey stood up, and started to pull the man to his feet.

  “Aw! Fuck!” He struggled against him. Blood gushed out of the holes in his back. “Aw. Aw. My fuckin.” He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a phone. “One phone call. Just one and the money is yours.”
/>   Mikey nodded. “Hell yeah I like the sound of that.

  The man began to text rapidly on his phone. He wrote in Russian so I couldn’t understand what he was writing, but I feared the worst. Besides, there had to be a reason that Nastia needed him out of the equation. I didn’t know why, but he must of posed a threat to our future success, and I couldn’t let that remain.

  “What? Nigga hell n’all. Fuck that?” I took the knife and slammed it into the side of Boscoe’s neck, stabbing him as hard as I could before letting him drop to the ground.

  “What the fuck is you doing, nigga? That was our meal ticket right there.” Mikey hollered looking down at him.

  “Fuck dude. There gotta be a reason that Nastia wanted him dead. Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

  I heard a door slam, then heavy foot steps on the floor. The next thing I knew two dudes appeared dressed in all white fatigues. They had assault rifles in their hands. When they saw us they knelt down, and began to fire. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

  Them bullets were whizzing past me so close that I could hear them as they traveled past. I flipped over the table. It absorbed about ten shots. I was glad that I had used my instincts, and never left home without my banger. I pulled the Glock off of my hip and got to blasting back at their bitch asses. Boom. Boom. Boom.

  They ducked and scattered back into the hallway from whence they’d come. They sent ten more shots in our direction. I responded with three more. Mikey jumped up and took off running out the way that we’d come leaving me in the lurch.

  I busted four more times. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Then followed his path. When I got outside and to the van he was just pulling off. I ran as fast as I could as the bullets from the enemy wet up the side of the van we were driving. The old bullet wound in my right thigh was paining me. In just the knick of time I grabbed a hold of the passenger’s door, and pulled it open. Jumped inside of it, and punched Mikey straight in his jaw, hard. Bam!