The Hustler's Daughter {DC Bookdiva Publications}

by Pinky Dior

  “It’s all there,” Maria assured her as she watched Alana exit the room with the duffle bag hung over her shoulders. Roy stood with a toothpick hanging from the right side of his mouth and smiled as he watched Alana exit the room.

  Don watched Maria pull several surgical masks from a small cabinet. “Put these on.” Maria was quite adamant about this request.

  She handed everyone a mask to cover their faces. They placed the masks on and followed Maria into the next room. They could not believe their eyes upon seeing so many kilos of cocaine. This room held more product than any of them had ever seen at one time. Don was just as captivated with this sight as he was with Maria’s beauty.

  “What’s the problem?” Maria asked curiously, looking back at their

  astonished faces.

  “Nothing at all,” Don replied, quickly switching up his facial expression.

  “Alright, let me get these duffle bags out.” Maria grabbed some bags and started putting kilos of cocaine inside them. Vicente had already set aside the correct amount; all she had to do was supply them with their product. The first order was one hundred kilos. Don knew Vicente’s shit was legit. If there were any problems, he would be coming for Vicente’s head. Don didn’t care how much power and respect he had in Cuba.

  After Maria was done, Alana walked into the room and helped her place the bag on a cart. Alana rolled the cart down the hallway and put the product in the back of a snack food delivery truck. Vicente walked into the room holding a cup of Patron in his hand while smiling widely at Don.

  “Now we have to go to the man above me.” Vicente said.

  “And who is that?” Don was eager to know.

  “Lieutenant Coffins.” Don didn’t know how to react at the mention of a lieutenant. He wasn’t sure if a lieutenant would pull a stunt like this and put his career in jeopardy. Don quickly realized that he didn’t give a shit. They were all getting paid.

  “Okay, that’s what I’m talking about then.” Mr. Carter smiled as he shook hands with Vicente. Maria stood at a distance staring at Don while he conducted business with her father. She had to bite down on her lip to control her rising passion. Don was a tall, dark and handsome businessman. She was falling in love with him already.

  Maria was never attracted to black men before, but there was something about him that captivated her spirit. She could tell that there was something different about him. His swagger was dangerous, impeccable and couldn’t be mistaken. He was a man in control of his own destiny. When he walked past her, she could smell the intoxicating aroma of success. Maria wanted Don Carter all to herself.

  The Set Up

  Don was set to be introduced to Lieutenant Coffins later that evening. He and Vicente sat in his limo getting acquainted and having a few drinks. Don couldn’t wait until his opportunity to meet the man above Vicente. He had been anticipating this meeting all day. Don left his crew back at the mansion, bringing only Roy with him. Vicente, Don and Roy sat behind the tinted windows drinking and having small talk. Vicente gingerly puffed on a Cuban cigar. He tasted the full flavor of the smoke and blew it into the air, fish bowling the limo.

  “Are you ready to meet the Lieutenant?” Vicente asked with his hand on the door handle.

  “I was born ready.” Mr. Carter smirked as they all exited the limo. Don and Roy followed Vicente. Don made sure to keep his brother with him during his drug transactions. He knew that if anything ever happened to him, his brother Roy would take over the business. He also knew that Roy would annihilate the culprits involved in his downfall. Don threw his heavy duffle bag across his shoulder; it was filled to the brim with dead presidents.

  Once they made it through the front door, they were escorted down the corridor of Lieutenant Coffins’ mansion. They noticed that the mansion had armed guards stationed at each door. They walked down a spiral staircase, as Vicente led Don and Roy into a room where Lieutenant Coffins was sitting. The Lieutenant was comfortably sitting at his desk and reclining in his chair with four guards standing behind him. The guards were mean mugging and they were all armed with AK-47’s.

  Don and Roy Carter were not intimidated by their stares, they shot nasty glares right back at them. A simple look in their eyes put everyone on notice that they were not to be fucked with either.

  “Good afternoon, Vice.” Lieutenant Coffins shook hands with Vicente. Vicente only allowed the lieutenant to call him ‘Vice.’ “Afternoon Lieutenant.” Vicente nodded his head and looked over at Don and Roy to begin the introductions.

  “This is Mr. Don Carter and he’s the one who runs the business, along with his brother Roy who is next in line.” Vicente smiled as he patted Roy’s shoulder. The lieutenant immediately stood up and walked over to shake both of their hands.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Carter.” Lieutenant Coffins stared him in the eyes and wouldn’t look away until he walked back over to his chair to sit down.

  “So what brings you to Cuba?” he asked.

  “Business,” Don simply stated. “I need a favor.”

  “And what may that be, Mr. Carter?” The lieutenant asked him while he reclined back in his chair and massaged his chin.

  “I have kilos of coke that I need to transport back into the U.S. and I heard you’re the guy I need to talk to in order to make that happen.”

  “You think it’s just that easy huh?” Lieutenant Coffins smirked and sat upright with a serious look on his face.

  Don shook his head and said,

  “Well with your power and status, I know you have the authority to make it happen.”

  “And what do I get out of this?” Don didn’t have to speak to answer the lieutenant’s question. He grabbed the duffle bag from his shoulder, unzipped it, and dumped the stacks of cash on the table in front of the lieutenant and everyone else. He definitely had the lieutenant’s full attention after that move.

  “How much is this?” Lieutenant Coffins asked. He picked up a couple of stacks and smelled it as he fanned the money across his nose.

  “Dirty money,” he nodded his head in approval.

  “It’s fifty thousand.” Don spoke with confidence. “Half of what I gave my supplier.” Lieutenant Coffins looked at the money, placed it back in the bag, and handed it to one of the security guards. He then stood up and looked at Don.

  He pointed to him and said, “Right this way.”

  They followed the lieutenant onto the elevator and rode it down into the basement. It reeked of death and destruction. Don covered his nose and pursed his lips together as he inhaled the smell of people who perished under the lieutenant’s command. The room was filled with large marble coffins. There had to be at least one hundred coffins filled with dead bodies.

  “What’s this?” Don was puzzled. He looked around wondering what the hell was going on. Lieutenant Coffins pointed and motioned with his hand for them to come over. Don and Roy slowly walked toward the coffins. They watched closely as the lieutenant opened one. The coffin contained a decomposing dead body. Don had a baffled look on his face. He looked back at Roy who just shook his head.

  “I know this looks crazy, but if you want your fucking product to get to its’ destination-then you’re going to have to do it this way.” Lieutenant Coffins said with a harsh tone. Don wasn’t intimidated by his tone and didn’t bother reacting. The only thing he cared about at this point was getting his product on the streets of New York.

  “Mata bring me the knife.” The lieutenant said to one of his security guards. Mata walked off and returned with a knife, he carefully handed it to his boss. Don watched as the lieutenant removed the dead person’s jacket and cut his body down the middle. Don grimaced, but he kept watching; he was curious about this process. He focused on what the lieutenant was going to do next.

  “…the product?” the Lieutenant held his hand out. One of Vice’s workers grabbed the duffle bags, opened one up, and handed the lieutenant one kilo. He placed the coke inside the dead person’s body. Mr. Carter was truly
fascinated as he watched the Lieutenant perform his magic.

  Don was impressed after the initial demonstration; he was pleased that the lieutenant was the person helping him. Vicente called a few of his workers in. They grabbed the duffle bags and began to work, filling up a few more bodies with the kilos of coke.

  “Now after this is done, I will give you a call to let you know when the drop is made. From here on out, I have everything under control.” Lieutenant Coffins assured Don.

  “Thank you Lieutenant. It was nice doing business with you.” Don shook the lieutenant’s hand. Don walked out of the mansion feeling like a mastermind. He couldn’t wait to get back to New York. He had just secured a better connection, which led to another connection that would easily net him tens of millions of dollars-maybe even more.

  Forbidden Love

  The night life was beautiful in Santiago de Cuba. The palm trees danced to the rhythm of the beautiful breeze. The waves clung together and crashed against the shore. Cuban music filled the air and people filled the streets dancing and lingering around.

  Don and Roy Carter stood at the bar at Casa de la Trova, the area’s hottest night spot. Don leaned his back against the bar and his eyes focused on Vicente’s daughter, Maria. Her long straight hair was now done into a deep wavy style that flowed flawlessly down her back. She rocked a pink tube top that accentuated her succulent breasts. He gazed at her diamond navel ring, which glistened from across the room as she moved her body to the beat of the music.

  The white Hawaiian skirt she wore gave her a classy look. To set it all off, she wore 3 inch white stilettos with strings crawling up her legs. Her ears were accessorized with huge diamond earrings which were hidden by her thick hair. They occasionally made appearances when her hair swayed side to side as she danced. She wore a Tiffany diamond bracelet on her left arm and a Tiffany diamond necklace hung high on her neck.

  Don’s eyes were glued to her. He needed Maria in his life. She was a very beautiful woman, and he was too smart to pass her by.

  “Don, you know you can’t have her.” Roy told his brother, as he noticed him keeping tabs on Maria. “You can’t mix business with pleasure,” Roy warned. Don paid him no attention; he was in a zone. He grabbed his glass of Patron, took a sip, and walked across the floor. He took a seat next to Maria and continued to admire her beauty.

  “Can I have a Cuban Mojito please?” Maria asked the bartender as she placed her hand under her chin. She glanced over with a sly look on her face when she noticed Don slide onto the stool next to her.

  “May I help you?” she asked kindly.

  “Yes you can…I want to get to know you.” Don said bluntly with no need to beat around the bush.

  “My father would kill you.” Maria’s heavy Cuban accent came out.

  “Excuse me?” Don asked with a bewildered look on his face. The bartender came back over and placed her drink on the table. Maria grabbed her drink and continued…“My father would kill you if he found out that we talked.” She casually stated.

  Don stared at her as he eyed her lips wrapped around the tiny straw; they were full and glistening. He desperately wanted to reach over and give her a seductive kiss.

  “He doesn’t have to find out.” Don smirked.

  “My father knows everything.” Maria assured him as she finished her drink and got up, “Everything.” She said with an intense look in her eyes and with a serious tone.

  “Sorry, but I have to go.” Maria walked away and Don followed after her. He caught up to her and gently pulled her arm. Maria turned to face him with eyes full of lust. Don returned the gaze. They both knew what they wanted, and that was each other.

  “Just dance with me,” Don smiled at Maria giving her his best puppy dog eyes. Maria grinned while shaking her head side to side, but she reluctantly gave in.

  A popular very Cuban song came on, and Maria loved it. She had to dance to this one. She was about to put her hips to work. She hadn’t been out in a while; Vicente didn’t allow her and Alana to do much. They spent the majority of their time working around the house.

  “Alright,” Maria smiled, “You’re lucky this is my song.” She said as she clapped her hands together several times, “Let’s go.” Don stood behind her and grabbed her gyrating hips. They began dancing to the beat. He was impressed with her dance moves, but he was a little embarrassed because he could hardly keep up with her. Don was a gangster and he didn’t have to dance. When he went to a party he would just stand off to the side with his burner on his waist and a bottle in his hand.

  Maria sang the song as she seductively danced with Don. All eyes were on them tonight. Not only was she a pretty and very intelligent woman, she could also dance with the best of them.

  Throughout the night, Maria and Don drank heavily. In between drinks, they were on the floor grinding their bodies together as they laughed and chatted. Maria even took the time to show him some moves, she was trying to help him keep up with her.

  “Let’s get out of here.” Maria leaned in and whispered in his ear. Without hesitation, Don quickly grabbed her hand and led her to the door. Maria stopped in her tracks and looked both ways before stepping out into the street.

  They walked across the street to the Casa Granda hotel. Maria stayed out of sight while Don secured a room. Once he was given the key, they both hopped on the elevator. She pressed her back against the elevator wall and bit down on the bottom of her lip, staring at Don. He felt her gaze and turned to her; their lustful eyes met.

  They stepped out of the elevator and Maria walked in front of him and slid the hotel room card into the lock, opening up the door. Once inside the room, their lips quickly met each other’s. The hotel key fell from her fingers and onto the carpet. Maria wrapped her arms around his neck as Don ran his fingers through her long hair. They fell back onto the king-sized bed.

  Don started placing kisses on her neck. Maria let out soft moans as he removed her tube top. He made his way down to her chest and began passionately licking around her nipples. He pulled down her skirt and was happy to find out that she wasn’t wearing any panties. He smiled as he put his tongue to work. He licked her clit up and down until she was dripping wet. Maria grabbed the white linen sheets and balled up her fists as she let out loud seductive moans. She loved the way Mr. Carter was pleasing her, and she grabbed his head and moved her hips in circular motions. She was swept away by his touch and lost in a state of euphoria.

  “Fuck me Don.” She yelled, getting impatient. Don pulled down his pants and rummaged through his pocket for a condom, but he didn’t have any. He came to Cuba for business; he didn’t know he would be fucking.

  “Shit, I don’t have a rubber Ma.” Don told her. She didn’t care and covered his mouth with passionate kisses. Don took that as a yes and continued on his mission.

  He took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He grabbed his dick and slid inside of her. She passionately held onto him as he slowly gave it to her.

  Stroke after stroke, Maria grabbed his back and dug her French manicured nails into it tearing into Don’s flesh. She couldn’t keep her composure, her legs started shaking hysterically. She loved the way he was pounding her; she had never felt this good.

  As she lay on her back enjoying every second of orgasmic bliss, Don leaned forward as he took her nipples into his mouth and sucked on them slowly. Maria wasn’t done yet, and wanted to show him what she was working with. She motioned for him to go on the bottom as they rolled over and switched positions. Maria was now on top and she slowly went to work. She masterfully rode his dick up and down. Don moaned loudly as he looked up at her. He grabbed her hips and watched her titties bounce up and down in his face.

  Maria groaned as they continued to make love. This didn’t feel like just sex; there were some emotions attached. Don released his juices inside of her walls and within seconds she climaxed again. It was almost as if it was planned. After they were done, Maria collapsed onto his chest as Don held her in his arms. They f
ell asleep in each other’s firm grasp like they were husband and wife.

  The next morning at 7:45 AM the sun started creeping through the hotel window. Don lay beside Maria still holding her while they slept. His cell phone started vibrating on the table. He carefully removed his arm from around her waist trying not to wake Maria up. He turned around and retrieved his cell phone from the night stand along with his Rolex. Don answered his phone and it was his brother Roy.

  “What’s good wit’ cha bro?” Roy asked as Don answered the phone. “Yo bro, I’m at the hotel that was across from the bar…chill the fuck out…I’m on the way.” Don closed his phone while his brother was still talking. He got up quietly and stepped into his pants and slid on his shirt. He watched as Maria silently slept like an infant. Her long hair flowed down her back, and the white linen sheets were wrapped around her curvaceous body.

  After he got dressed, he wrote his phone number on a piece of paper and placed it on the nightstand. He bent down and kissed her on her forehead, after he gently brushed her hair back to remove the pieces of hair that were in her face. Before exiting the room, Don looked over his shoulder and saw she was still resting like a sleeping beauty. He didn’t want to leave like this, but his flight was scheduled to depart at 9:00 AM. He had to go back to New York City to make his money.

  xxxxxxxxxx

  Maria woke up and rolled over in the bed to find Don absent. She slowly got up and ran her fingers through her thick hair as she looked around the room searching for Don. She sucked her teeth as she snatched the sheets from her nude body and tossed her legs across the bed. Maria got up still naked and walked across the room. She headed straight into the bathroom.