The Face That Launched A Thousand Bullets (The Cartel Publications Presents)

by Styles, T.

  “I’ll be easy with you, I promise.”

  All the things her father talked to her about entered her mind but she pushed them out. She trusted Cray and needed to be with him. And the moment he eased inside of her, she tensed up and a tear fell from her eyes.

  “Want me to stop?”

  “Nooooooo.”

  The pain was borderline unbearable as he slid in what was left of his thickness. Instead of pumping her like she was a professional, he stayed inside of her for a second, motionless. Still it hurt so badly she wanted to tell him to stop. But how could she? It was she who encouraged him in the first place.

  And then he said, “I think I’m fallin’ in love with you.”

  It was all she needed to hear. Slowly his body moved again widening her tight whole.

  “Relax, baby….relax.” he whispered.

  When she obeyed she noticed the pain started to subside and was mixed with pleasure. She smiled when she heard him moan knowing it was all because of her. For five minutes he stroked her slowly looking into her eyes periodically. But she noticed whenever he stared at her, his strokes would stop before starting again. And she wondered, did staring at her bring him closer to ecstasy. While her mind thought about if having sex with him would keep him, she felt his strokes speed up. And his head fall back, and just like that, he pulled out of her, and came all over her stomach.

  “Oh shit…I’m soooo sorry.”

  “Don’t be.”

  She didn’t want him thinking that she was so shallow that she’d be worried about how long it last. In his defense, he’d never had a tight virgin pussy in all his life. The only problem for her was that she didn’t reach the orgasm she heard so much about from Felecia.

  “Stay right there.” Cray got up and walked to the bathroom naked. He returned seconds later with a warm washcloth.

  She smiled when she felt the warmth from the washcloth against her exposed flesh. Cray, a murderer, and a monster, was gentle as he cleaned up his love juice between her legs and on her belly. .

  “Girl, you tryin’ to make me fall deep.”

  “I just want you to stay with me.”

  And she proved it, she gave him what she cherished the most, her virginity. And unlike a lot of things in life, it could only be given away once.

  Before he could respond his phone rang again. He answered and listened to the caller.

  “Where you at?”

  “We waitin’, man.”

  “Meet me at the drop in Bladensburg in an hour.” When he hung up he said, “We have to go Tiara.”

  Sensing the urgency, they both jumped up to get dressed. She would’ve loved to have stayed with him after a moment like this, but knew it was not the time or the place. They jumped in his car and headed down the road.

  As Tiara looked at him while he drove angrily, she couldn’t help but feel as if having sex with him meant nothing. He didn’t even address her. Pulling up at the corner of her house, he parked and put his hands on the steering wheel. She wanted him to say something. To tell her he still cared.

  “I’ma pick you up here every morning so leave your car. You need a flyer one anyway. We’ll talk to your pops together cause he needs to know about us. And he needs to know about me.”

  She threw her arms around his neck and smiled. As mad as he was, he made it clear that they were official. She got out.

  “Bye.” She waved excited about their relationship.

  He pulled off.

  It wasn’t until he left that she realized she left her car at the school. All of that quickly left her mind when she opened the door and saw her father waiting.

  “When did we get here, Tiara?”

  “Get where?”

  “To the place in which you start lying to me.”

  Her head hung low.

  “I came to your school to take you out for your birthday and you weren’t there. ” he said standing up from the couch. “Why the lies?”

  “Daddy, I’m so sorry…it’s just that…I met somebody.”

  “Well how come he can’t come in here and introduce himself to me like a man? Why he got to steal you away in the middle of the night like you some whore?”

  “He didn’t do that, daddy. I never came home from school.”

  “I had plans for your birthday, Tiara. You’ve never done anything like this.”

  “I’m sorry, daddy! Please forgive me. I wanted to tell you but I knew you’d be mad. I love him.”

  “Tiara, you don’t know nothin’ about love! You too young and naive.”

  “I do know about love! And we made love!”

  He took two steps closer.

  “Are you tellin’ me that you had sex?”

  “Yes! And he bought me nice things too!”

  “That’s all you care about is materialistic bullshit! You’re just like your fuckin’ mother.”

  That hurt.

  “I don’t mean to be, daddy.” She said softly.

  “And what about everything I’ve been trying to teach you? It’s about what’s in your heart and mind! I thought we agreed, focus on books and your life and worry about boys later. Don’t you realize if you don’t get an education, you won’t be able to care for yourself? Don’t you see it’s important for you to depend on you and not some thug nigga?”

  Tiara hung her head.

  “Go to your room.”

  “Why?”

  “For lying to me. And tomorrow come straight home. Don’t ask me about the phone cause I’m taking it out of here. Do I make myself clear?”

  “But, daddy.”

  “Do I make myself CLEAR!?!!!”

  “Yes…daddy.”

  “And you’re not to see him anymore. Now go!” he pointed toward her room.

  Her world was over. How was she going to keep Cray if she couldn’t talk or see him? She felt like dying and it was all her father’s fault. Suddenly she hated him. It was nothing else for her to do but to run away with Cray. She immediately locked her door, picked up the phone and called him.

  “Baby…it’s me. My dad found out and he won’t let me see you. You were right! I hate him!”

  “You okay?”

  “No…can you come back and get me? Please.”

  “I’ll have my man Blunt pick you up in front of your spot in five minutes. He drives a silver Durango.”

  “Thanks, baby. I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  She loved being able to express those words while feeling as if she meant it.

  She hung up the phone and busied herself with what to take and decided on nothing. She knew Cray would by her all new things anyway. Luckily for her Kavon wasn’t in the living room, so she jetted out the front door. That one move began her new life.

  Kavon Cartier

  So Much Left To Be Said

  Kavon felt like a failure in his car driving up and down the dark roads in the neighborhood looking for Tiara. Having been in Baltimore county for less than a year, already he lost his only daughter to the streets, again. And if he didn’t find her, she might be gone forever. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and tell her how sorry he was.

  He drove around for fifteen more minutes before remembering Tiara didn’t have her car and realized it was probably at her school. He drove there quickly. When he saw her car was still there, he parked far down on the same block, so that if she pulled up, she wouldn’t see him first.

  Seconds later, a silver Durango blasting music pulled up to the school. Is this the nigga that’s fuckin’ wit my daughter’s head? The moment Kavon exited his car, Tiara hopped out of the Durango and stopped in her tracks when she saw her father’s face. The expression on her face showed that she was sorry for leaving the way that she did. But for some reason, her eyes widened in horror. It was as if she’d seen a ghost walking behind Kavon.

  Sensing something was wrong, he rushed toward her. All he wanted was to tell her how much he loved and cared for her. And that he wanted them to grow stronger
together and in life.

  “Daddy no!!!!!” She screamed putting her hands out in front of her. “Behind you!”

  When the words exited her lips, Kavon felt a stinging sensation rip through his body and he dropped. What was this feeling? Tiara ran in his direction with Blunt who had gotten out of the truck. Blunt removed the gun from his waist and hurried in Kavon’s direction. When Kavon fell, he saw Tiara’s look of horror. More bullets followed. The bullets entering his body began to feel like soft nudges instead of pain. Kavon’s breath was fading fast. Who had he wronged?

  Now on his back, the person who had shot him stood over his bleeding body. And then he saw his face. A familiar face. Except he was much older. It was Lil Shawn. Shy’s son.

  “That’s for my father!” With that he ran off and jumped into a waiting car a few feet ahead.

  Blunt fired immediately but the shooter was too quick. He had gotten away, with his mother Candy in the driver’s seat.

  “Daddy! Oh my GOD, somebody call 911!” she screamed gripping his body.

  “Shit!” Blunt yelled putting his gun away to make the call. He didn’t sign up for this shit. All he was supposed to do was drop her ass off still he placed the call.

  “Daddy! Daddy! Can you hear me. Please!!!!!!”

  “Tiara. I never loved anyone as much…as,” blood filled his mouth yet he was determined to speak. “as I love you.”

  Kavon appeared to be reaching for something around his neck but he couldn’t hand it to her, and just like that, he was gone away.

  Nyzon Peate

  Baby Mamma Drama

  He heard she had his son on a Sunday morning. Although his first child, he was far from happy. He didn’t understand why she couldn’t see things as he did. Everything about the pregnancy was fucked up. Nyzon spent fifteen minutes outside of her apartment building before he knocked on the door. It was late and for all he knew, she wouldn’t even be up. Once he got enough energy to deal with her bullshit, he knocked on her front door and she opened it wide.

  “You got my money?” she asked closing the door slightly after walking into the hallway.

  “Yeah….here.” he handed her five hundred. “I’ll give you more later.”

  “Ummmmm…I mean, this enough for the baby and all, but where’s the money to keep our secret.”

  He shook his head and gave her three hundred more.

  “Better.”

  “Now can I see my kid?” He said before he stopped himself from drop kicking her ass on the ground.

  “No you can’t.” She folded her arms and leaned up against the wall. “Have you lost your mind?”

  “Have I lost my mind? What the fuck is your problem?”

  “You are my problem…just given me a little money don’t make you no father Nyzon. So if you think it do, get that out ya fuckin’ mind.”

  “Does givin’ you more make me one?”

  She held out her hand.

  “Yous a dumb bitch.” He said reaching in his pocket and handing her more money totaling two grand..

  “I expect this much in cash every two weeks. If you miss one payment, not only will I tell the family our little secret, I’ma go down to the court house and file for child support. Now the baby’s sleep so come back tomorrow.” She said slamming the door.

  This bitch had him vexed. He was sick of her ass! It was starting to be real expensive handling her but he made his shitty ass bed and had to lie in it. The only thing that made him rest easy was since he hooked up with Cray, they made money hand over fist. Everybody he rolled with was paid. Still, Monesha was a force to be reckoned with and it was a matter of time, before they bumped heads.

  Tiara Cartier

  A New Daddy

  Tiara sat in the empty room of Cray’s new house in Owings Mills, Maryland. Outside of a bed, there was no furniture anywhere in it. With the house being over five hundred thousand dollars, you’d think it would be laid out.

  Cray knocked on the bedroom door twice before walking in and sitting on the bed. She buried her father that day and barely had enough energy to live. Before her father reentered her life, she always felt somebody out there loved her, and now that person was gone. Forever.

  “Hey…I got you some coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts.” He placed the warm cup in her hands and she held onto it.

  She’d been crying so much her skin was dry under her eyes.

  “Thank you…I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Cray. I loved him so much. He meant everything to me. What I’m gonna do without my daddy?” she looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.

  Cray’s face became a little distorted. He looked angry but tried to soften it up a little. Still, she noticed.

  “Tiara, your father’s gone, and I’m sorry, but you have to move on.” He said as if he was talking to one of his block niggers. “He wouldn’t want you in here crying all day and shit. You got to keep it movin’. You feel me?”

  “But I don’t know how, Cray. I ain’t got nobody out here. He was all I had.”

  “You got me and I’ma take care of you. If you want, I’ll even let you call me daddy.”

  She couldn’t believe what he said. She didn’t know that part of him was jealous that she had a father who truly cared for her when his was a no good ass heroin addict. He didn’t even know what inspired his anger.

  “Can I be alone, Cray? I just want some time to think things through.”

  “There’s nothin’ to think about, Tiara. You ain’t out here by yoself and I’ma make sure you takin’ care of. I got my folks goin’ over to your crib to take care of gettin’ that stuff out and everything, so you ain’t got to worry about that.”

  She was silent as she listened.

  “So where’s yo key?”

  She dug in her purse on the bed and handed it to him.

  “I love you, baby.” Cray rubbed her face. “Do me a favor before I leave, suck my dick.”

  “What?” she asked her eyes opened wide. “But I just buried my father.” She couldn’t believe what he was saying.

  “You know what, fuck it! If you don’t want to do it I got plenty of bitches that would. Maybe I’ll move one of them up in here with me and put your ass out.”

  Tiara’s head was throbbing as she tried to get her mind around Cray’s insensitivity. Not wanting to be alone, she took him in her mouth and sucked his dick as best as she could. When he was done he watched her swallow, like he’d taught her, and wipe her mouth.

  “When I get back we gonna go to the store and get some stuff for this bedroom so you can feel comfortable.” He closed his pants. “I’m not about to let you mope around here like your world is over cause it ain’t.”

  She didn’t say anything and her silence confirmed their agreement.

  He leaned in toward her, lifted her chin and kissed her sloppily on the lips. It felt inappropriate given the situation but she was helpless.

  “And remember, I’ma always take care of what’s mine. And never bring up his name again in my house. Ever. I’ll see you lada. I got some shit to handle.”

  With that he smiled. Tiara had no idea that he’d taken the key from around Kavon’s neck on his deathbed, and was on a mission to find out what it opened. After some diligent searching, he’d discover it belonged to a lockbox inside of the house that held over a half a million dollars. Kavon had plans to give it to her after college so she’d never have to depend on a man. Cray didn’t need the money because he was already one of the richest dealers alive, but he wanted her to be dependant on him for the rest of her life. So, he’d never say a word to Tiara. Ever.

  Nyzon

  West Baltimore

  New Addition To The Fam

  Nyzon pulled up in a parking spot outside of Cray’s old house in West Baltimore. Cray ended up buying the spot to hold meetings with his crew when needed. The moment he parked, he saw Jinx, Blunt and Cray hanging on the corner. With the chains around their necks and expensive cars parked on the curb, they stood out like diamonds in the rough.
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  “Bout time you got here, nigga!” Cray joked as Nyzon parked his new white Benz, paper tags. “I was just ‘bout to break these fools.”

  “That’s right. You was ‘bout to break ‘em befo I got here.” Nyzon said easing out the car removing the cash from his pockets.

  Nyzon and Cray had gotten so close it was eerie watching them sometimes. Once rivals, people now referred to them as the new Nino Brown and G-Money. The love of money brought them together.

  “Hell I need some new rims.” Nyzon said as if he didn’t have enough money in his pockets to buy rims for the entire block.

  Nyzon embraced Cray, Jinx and Blunt in a one armed manly hug before they all stooped down to play craps. With all the money that covered the sidewalk, nobody dared tried to rob them or interrupt their game. Cray earned respect before he ran Bmore and niggas from miles around knew about his murder game.

  “Damn! I ain’t been here but for twenty minutes and I already got ya’ll niggas for seventy grand.” Nyzon bragged. “Let me find out my DC blood givin’ me luck!”

  “I’m ‘bout to silence that ass right quick.” Jinx said. “I was just showin’ you some Bmore hospitality.”

  Cray and Blunt laughed as they sipped beer from their cans. They were so into the game that they didn’t see two shabby looking kids walking up to them, but Jinx did.

  “Fuck ya’ll want?” Jinx asked going for his heat.

  Everybody stood up and took noticed at the two twelve year old boys.