The Cartel Deluxe Edition

by Ashley

  “Come on, fam, don’t insult me,” Sheed said. “You know I’m one hunnid.”

  Money gave Sheed a look that spoke volumes. Sheed took the hint and shut up, while Money continued to thumb through the bag. Once he was satisfied, he took out five stacks and set it on Sheed’s table. “Thanks for keeping things quiet and looking out for Mecca’s chick. Where is she?”

  “She’s in the den. She’s been tripping ever since she saw dude body on the lawn. She’s spazzing, yo.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” Money said as he walked toward Sheed’s den. “I’ll take care of it.” He walked into the room and saw Leena sitting on the couch, her face in her hands. “You all right?”

  His voice startled her, and she looked up in surprise. “Money? Where’s Mecca?” she asked, tears in her eyes. “He just left me here for dead. The least he could’ve done was come back for me.”

  “Come on, Lee, let’s get out of here.” Money reached for her arm and pulled her from the couch.

  Money helped Leena into his 2009 pearl white Cadillac STS before getting into the car himself and speeding away. Leena was quiet, and it wasn’t until they arrived at her luxury ocean view apartment that she did speak.

  “There was blood everywhere,” Leena whispered. “You didn’t see it, Money. It was horrible.” She walked over to her window and looked out onto the ocean below her. “How can a city so beautiful harbor so many secrets?”

  Money didn’t know how to respond, so he remained silent. He knew that she would be shook up after witnessing Mecca kill someone. It was natural.

  “You know Mecca would never let anything happen to you, right?”

  Leena laughed lightly and shook her head. “I don’t even want to think about him right now,” she stated, still upset with Mecca for leaving her at the murder scene.

  Money walked toward her as she continued to stand in front of the window. He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear. “You know I would never let anything happen to you, ma.”

  Money’s touch sent shivers down her spine, and she closed her eyes and reveled in the moment.

  “I love you, Monroe,” she stated, guilt in her voice.

  Leena had never meant to fall for both brothers, but over the years as she dated Mecca, she began to see that Monroe possessed everything he was lacking. Mecca had cheated on her, whereas Monroe was faithful, even though she wasn’t rightfully his. Mecca had a temper, whereas Monroe was calm and always in control. Mecca loved the limelight, whereas Monroe played the back. Mecca was a hothead, spur-of-the-moment type of man, whereas Monroe was strategic and calculating. They were completely opposite, but Leena loved them both. But Money was the one that she wanted to be with.

  Leena turned around to face Money. “When are you going to tell Mecca about us?”

  Money released her from his embrace and sat down on her oversized couch. “I don’t know,” he stated honestly.

  “I can’t keep doing this, Money. The more I’m around Mecca, the more I see that he’s not the man for me. He isn’t even ready to stop fucking around on me. I want to be with you. We shouldn’t have to sneak around like this. Messing around with both of you has me feeling cheap and dirty. I’m not one of these little groupie chicks out here, Money. I feel like you want it to stay like this forever. What? You don’t love me? You don’t want to be with me? Is this thing we’re doing just a game to you?”

  “You know I care for you, Lee.”

  “But you don’t love me?” she questioned with a slight attitude, nodding her head up and down as if she was starting to see things clearly.

  “Yes, I love you, but he’s my brother. He loves you too. You don’t see it, but I hear the way he talks about you, Leena. He may not be ready to commit to you, but he loves you. No matter how much I try to justify this, he met you first. And I’m fucking you behind his back. You don’t belong to me!” Monroe shouted vehemently as he stood and began to pace the room back and forth.

  His words brought tears to Leena’s eyes. “Oh, so is that all I am to you—a good fuck? A piece of property? Just to let you know, Money, I don’t belong to anybody. I’m a grown-ass woman that deserves to be happy, and I’m not happy with Mecca.” She shook her head at him in disgust. “I can’t fuckin’ believe you! Is that really all I am to you? Another bitch you fucking?”

  “No!” Money yelled in frustration. He caught the volume of his voice and toned it down before he continued, “I love you, Leena. Don’t act like you don’t know, ma,” he said as he wiped a tear from her face.

  His lips touched hers gently, and the soft texture of her full mouth instantly aroused him. Monroe’s hands moved with the experience of a Casanova as he slid her shirt smoothly over her head, revealing a purple satin bra. His kisses went from her lips, to her neck. He traced her collarbone with his tongue and moved south until his mouth met her large brown nipples. They were sensitive to the warm sensation of his tongue, and the more he licked and tugged at them with his lips, the harder they became.

  “Hmm,” she moaned as she inhaled deeply. Her fingers began to unbutton Money’s designer shirt, and she ran her hands across his broad, well-defined chest.

  Money paid attention to every single erotic spot on her body. He was in no rush to get between her legs. He knew that foreplay was the key to a woman’s sexuality, and the more he explored Leena’s body, the wetter she became. No spot on her body went untouched. He caressed, and his mouth became intimate with, some of her most delicate places.

  He picked her up, scooping her into his arms and carried her into the lavish bathroom. He sat down on the edge of the large Jacuzzi-style bathtub while she sat in his lap. Their lips seemed to be glued together as Money reached for the brass knobs that turned on the water. He finished undressing Leena and then placed her inside of the water. She looked up at him seductively as she watched him remove the rest of his clothes.

  His dick grew another two inches when he saw her fingers slip into her womanhood as her thumb massaged her clitoris. Joining her in the steaming water, he took her foot into his hands and rubbed them softly. A low moan escaped her lips as he kneaded her calf tenderly. Money kissed the bottom of her foot and then sucked on her big toe. The sensation that shot up her back caused her to cum instantly.

  A sexy smirk crossed Monroe’s face when he felt her body shudder. His hands moved up her leg, and he parted her thighs as he slid in between them, Leena reaching down and massaging his length.

  He stood from the water, bubbles now dripping from his six pack. His eight inches were average, but the thickness of it was astounding. Leena’s eyes beamed in anticipation because she knew that he would stretch her pussy walls to their limit, as he had done so many times before. Pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip, and it looked too tempting not to taste, so she got on her knees and took him into her mouth.

  Monroe’s jaw hit his chest as he looked down at the beauty beneath him, one of her hands wrapped around his pole, masturbating his length as she sucked it, the other hand tickling his balls. A grunt fell from his lips as he grabbed the top of Leena’s head, tussling his fingers through her hair as he grinded slowly. He could feel his nut building, and he had to force himself to ease out of her mouth.

  Her head game was superb, but her pussy was even better. It was wet, and warm, and tight. He pulled her to her feet and without words turned her around to bend her over. With the flexibility of a dancer, she bent over and clapped her ass cheeks together. Monroe slapped her big, dark behind and ran his dick up and down her dripping wet slit.

  Damn, he thought to himself as he looked at the juices dripping down Leena’s thigh.

  Money inserted himself slowly and immediately went to work on her, his rhythm slow and his thrusts powerful, his light-skinned, muscular ass cheeks flexing as he moved in and out of her. Leena enjoyed the view as she admired his toned back and behind in the mirror that showed his reflection. The sight of him moving in and out of her, mixed with the fact that he
had reached around her and was now fingering her clit, caused her body to shake.

  She bucked her ass wildly. Each time she backed it up, their skin slapped together loudly. He was hitting it so good and making her so wet that her pussy began to fart.

  Slap, slap, slap—fart . . . slap, slap, slap—fart . . .

  The music that their bodies were making could be heard throughout her apartment.

  “Money,” she whined as she played with her own nipples, “I’m cumming.”

  “Tell me you love me,” he whispered in her ear as he went into her as deep as he could go. Once he was all the way inside of her, he pulled her hips down quickly with force over and over.

  “Aghh . . . I love you, daddy!” she screamed.

  “Whose pussy is this? This my pussy?” he asked as he hit her with long, slow strokes, kissing the back of her neck each time he stroked her deep.

  “Yes, baby, it’s yours,” she whispered as tears clouded her vision. “I’m cumming!”

  She popped her pussy back so good that Money came with her, while he was deep inside her warmth, and they both collapsed back into the warm water in satisfaction.

  They each washed and rinsed themselves quickly. They stepped out and Money wrapped a towel around his waist before wrapping her in a large red towel. He pulled her close and kissed her lips. “Never ever doubt my love for you, understand?” he said seriously as he stared Leena in the eyes.

  Leena nodded her head. “Promise me that you’ll tell Mecca soon. I can’t continue to share myself with both of you. I love you too much. I only want to be yours.” She reached up and took his face in her hands and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Promise me,” she repeated.

  Money sighed deeply. The last thing that he wanted to do was hurt his brother, but he couldn’t share Leena with Mecca for too much longer. Every time Mecca and Leena were together, it ate him up inside. He knew that he couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer. “I promise,” he replied as he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “I promise.”

  Chapter Ten

  “Real bitches do real shit.”

  —Miamor

  Miamor, Aries, and Robyn sat at Applebee’s dining and having drinks. They were there to discuss their new hit.

  Miamor couldn’t stop thinking about Carter. Their sexual episode lingered in her mind for days, and every time she thought about it, her clitoris tingled. It was hands down the best sex she’d ever experienced, and he had her mind blown. Her profession didn’t allow her to fall for men, but the way Carter handled her and made love to her had her thinking about him in a different light than other men.

  As she sat across from her girls, she thought, I can’t wait to see him again. It’s something different about him, but I can’t put my finger on it.

  “So how much is this nigga trying to pay?” Robyn asked Miamor as she took a sip of her Long Island Iced Tea.

  “The job pays the usual eighty stacks. That’s twenty”—Mi-amor stopped mid-sentence and remembered that the caper wasn’t going to be split four ways anymore.

  A brief moment of silence arose as the girls realized that this was their first hit since Anisa’s death.

  Miamor, wanting to be strong for her crew, continued. “Remember Black from South Beach?” she asked in a low voice as she clasped her hands and leaned into the table to be more discreet.

  “Yeah, I remember him. He had us take care of that snitchin’-ass nigga a couple years back, right?” Robyn responded.

  “Yeah, that’s him. He wants us to take care of a nigga named Fabian. Black has a younger brother doing life in the pen for drug trafficking. From what he told me, his brother weighs like a buck twenty soaking wet. The story is that Fabian was violating Black’s little brother in jail, doing him real dirty, you know, raping him and shit. Fabian got released from the joint about six months ago and ’posed to be moving major weight around his area. Black wants us to get at his ass. But there’s a catch”—Miamor quickly glanced around to make sure no one was in her mouth.

  “What’s that?’ Robyn asked.

  “He wants us to cut off the nigga’s dick off before we kill him.” Miamor released a small smirk.

  Aries and Robyn burst into laughter simultaneously. They knew Miamor had to be playing. The request was too outlandish to be taken seriously.

  “Get da fuck out of here, bitch!” Aries said in between her laughter. But when she saw that Miamor’s smirk had faded away, she knew that she was dead serious.

  Robyn began to shake her head, not believing what was being asked of them. “You have to be fucking kidding me?”

  “I know the shit sound crazy, but the nigga we supposed to hit was raping Black’s brother in the joint. He wants him to feel violated the same way his brother did. He is offering us an extra twenty stacks if we do it his way.”

  “Twenty thousand?” Aries and Robyn asked at the same time.

  “Twenty thousand dollars.” Miamor nodded her head.

  * * *

  “Ooh, big daddy, you working with an anaconda,” Robyn lied as she stroked Fabian’s dick with her hand. As she prolonged her extended hand-job on Fabian, she thought, Where the fuck are these bitches at? This dirty-dick nigga gon’ want me to put my mouth on him in a minute. Robyn had been getting in good with him for the past week and finally convinced him to go to a motel room without one of his goons tailing him for security.

  “Show me what that head game like, ma.” Fabian placed his hands behind his head and lay back on the bed.

  Robyn was enraged on the inside. Miamor had told her that they would enter the room five minutes after they were in. Now fifteen minutes had gone by since they’d entered the motel room. Where these bitches at? Fuck!

  She tried to figure out a way to buy a couple of minutes. Normally she would do whatever she had to do to get the job done, but in this case she had to reconsider. The thought of putting a homosexual’s pipe in her mouth made her almost gag.

  She stood up and improvised to stall time. “I’ma dance for you, daddy. Just sit back and watch,” she said as she began to do the belly roll and move her mid-section in circles. She raised her skirt and exposed her neatly trimmed vagina. She put her finger in her mouth and then began to rub her clitoris slow and hard.

  Fabian was going crazy thinking about going inside of her pretty, pink love box. He smiled while stroking his hard dick. He was so hard, veins were sticking out of his dick as the tip of his joint pulsated.

  It wasn’t Robyn’s intention to get aroused, but the width of Fabian’s big black rod made her dripping wet. If the nigga wasn’t a homo, I might’ve gave his fruity ass some. That’s what wrong with these bitch-ass niggas now—All the brothers either down-low booty chasers or just don’t got no act right. She let her finger slide into her vagina. She was so wet, she felt her juices drip onto her inner thigh.

  At that point Fabian couldn’t take it any longer. He jumped up and swiftly grabbed Robyn under her butt cheeks, quickly lifting her so that she was face level. During his stint in the penitentiary, he had worked out extensively, and his bulky, muscular physique confirmed that. It was nothing for him to lift Robyn’s entire body with ease.

  “Oh, shit!” Robyn yelled, caught by the element of surprise. Her legs swung freely as her crotch sat dead in the middle of Fabian’s face.

  Fabian knew all the moves to get Robyn to nut. He began to work his tongue like a tornado on Robyn’s clitoris. She couldn’t believe the position that she was in and had only read about shit like that in books.

  This nigga sho’ can eat a pussy. Robyn gripped his bald head and ground her hips against his face. The top of her head kept hitting the ceiling, but she didn’t mind, it was well worth it.

  She kept looking at the door, expecting her girls to bust in at any moment. She had paid for the hotel suite earlier that day and gave Miamor the extra room key. Actually, she was hoping that they didn’t come in at that moment because she didn’t want Fabian to drop her while she was so high.
She tried to get a couple more face thrusts in before it was over.

  “Let me down!”

  Fabian slowly let Robyn down and began to take off her clothes. He lay on the bed and sat up on his elbows as he stared at her drenched pussy.

  Robyn knew that she had to think quickly because she wasn’t about to give him a shot at her goods. He ain’t sticking that mu’fucka up in me, that’s for damn sure.

  “Turn around on your stomach,” she instructed as she sucked her own nipples.

  “What?” Fabian asked in confusion.

  “Turn around, nigga. I want to lick yo’ ass,” she lied seductively.

  “What? Don’t nothing go by my ass, ma. Come get on this dick and stop playing.”

  Robyn knew what the deal was. She knew that he liked what she was proposing, him being gay and all. She just had to play it right. “It will feel good, I promise.”

  Fabian lit up inside when Robyn first told him to turn around. He just didn’t want her to know his little secret. Her request was music to his ears. He hadn’t got a rim job since leaving prison. Fabian looked in Robyn’s eyes and saw that she was serious and quickly flipped his muscular ass around.

  Just then, Robyn saw Miamor and Aries slide through the door quietly, both with pistols in their hands. Fabian was so busy smiling and anticipating getting his back slurped, he didn’t even see them coming.

  “What took y’all bitches so long?” Robyn shouted as she began to put on her clothes.

  “What?” Fabian asked as he turned around. But he didn’t see what he was expecting to see. He was staring down the barrel of Miamor’s 9 mm.

  Before he could even react, Miamor went across his nose with her gun, causing it to split and swell up instantly. “Tie this mu’fucka up,” she instructed calmly and reached into her bag to pull out the butcher knife.

  Fabian instantly began to plead for his life as Aries tied him up to the bedposts. “Look, I will give y’all bitches anything you want,” he pleaded as Aries finished tying him up.