Cartel Dreams 2: A Love Story

by Nicety

  “This is all so very fast, Quince.”

  “I know. I hear you. I just wanted to let you know that I’m all in for you. You should never feel like you don’t have anyone in your corner again. You need a new family, right? Well, I figured maybe we should make one.” He winked. “What do you think?”

  “I think you’re crazy as hell,” I laughed, blushing all over.

  “Is that a yes?”

  “YES! I’ll marry you Quince,” I screamed at the top of my lungs as he picked me up by my waist lifting me up into the air.

  He put me down removing a small black box from his pocket revealing a large diamond ring in the shape of an octagon. It was so gorgeous and glistened in every bit of light it hit. The band was adorned a rich platinum that made my mouth water having it in my presence. The ring had to have cost a grip but it was tacky for me to ask. Instead, I would just bask in such a beautiful moment that was bittersweet. My momma probably wouldn’t have approved of our union. She probably would’ve fought it until the bitter end. But I had to do what I felt in my heart.

  This man made me feel like the rest of the world didn’t exist. He treated me like I deserved to be put on a pedestal. He saw greatness in me that I almost didn’t see in myself, looking past any and all of my flaws and loving the person before him not the person he wanted me to be. I couldn’t deny my feelings regardless of what my mother thought of him. Still, I wanted to be able to tell momma’s spirit that he wasn’t as bad as she initially thought. So I had to keep pushing to find out what she knew that I didn’t.

  Chapter 6

  Later That Day

  Quince

  “Yo, open the fucking door nigga. What the fuck are you doing in there, beating ya meat? Get your ass out the beat ya meat section and open the fucking door.” I banged on Montana’s door, ringing the shit out the doorbell at the same time.

  I respected that he was in my grandma’s old house and didn’t use the key to get in. He bought it from me since he liked it so much and wanted to remain in the hood to be in the center of all the money being made. But he never used the front door, only parked in the garage and hit the back door. Selling him the house was cool for me because I got a chance to keep my grandma’s memory alive even though Montana kept the place bombed like he hadn’t had a maid come through that bitch in centuries.

  “Aye yo. What the fuck you want nigga? I ain’t even wiped the crust from my eyes and shit,” Montana replied with hot breath and a ring of white crust around his mouth.

  “Nigga, you took care of that shit already?”

  “Yeah, yeah all that shit is good. Officer Hoyt did her thang. Nothing’s going to lead back to us on that shit with your girl bruh.” He waved me off.

  “Aight, cause this shit can’t ever get out. You feel me? I’m just gonna take care of shawty for the rest of her life and that’s how we’re gonna repay her for that. You dig?”

  “Yeah, until you slide up into a new bitch then she’s 86’d. Outta there,” he laughed hard as fuck slapping his leg in the process.

  “Shit, I’m done with that shit my nigga.”

  “The fuck you mean you done with that shit bro? That’s what we do. We get money and fuck bitches. Ain’t no being done with that. That’s life.”

  “You can have it. I’ll leave all the new pussy to you. I think it’s time I got my head on right and dub a queen to sit next to me on the throne, ya feel me?”

  Montana’s eyes shot up to mine wide as fuck as it finally dawned on him what I was trying to tell his slow ass. He took a long pull of the blunt he had just fired up and lowered his head to the floor. It wasn’t like me to talk like that with him. He wasn’t used to it. It was understandable. I was progressing, evolving into a real man getting business taking care of and setting up wealth for the future. Montana was too busy trying to live the thug life. I wanted more than this hood shit though. I wanted to live like them niggas on TV, lifestyle of the rich and infamous.

  “What made you want to go and do some shit like that my nigga?” He asked in a low calm tone lifting his gaze up from the floor.

  “To be honest, your motherfucking ass,” I snapped muffing one finger upside his head.

  “Me? Naw, it ain’t my fault you stuck your dick in that bitch and got sprung.” He waved me off.

  “First of all, you’re gonna have to start respecting her. She ain’t no bitch. Secondly, it’s your fault cause I’ve gotta take care of her. That’s my promise to her since your ignorant hotheaded ass took her momma from her and shit. She needs somebody, so I’m gonna be there for her,” I scolded almost growling. “You really fucked up, g.”

  “So you ain’t gotta marry the bitch just cause her momma dead. Death is life and that shit goes on. She’ll get over it. You playing yourself for this bitch my nigga.” Montana blew out a thick cloud before handing me the blunt.

  “Shawty is good. She ain’t like them other bitches. You just need to get to know her.”

  “Huh? See you talking like one of them soft ass niggas. How the fuck you supposed to run dope in these streets with this bitch all up under you? Does she even know what it is you do for a living? I fucked up but now you fucking up,” Montana stood squaring toe to toe with me. “That bitch got you so wide open nigga. That’s what this is about. It ain’t got shit to do with what I did. You so sprung it’s bleeding through your eyes bro.”

  “Aye, I asked you not to call her a bitch though bruh. And, when the time is right and I feel like she can handle it, I’ll tell her. She’s gonna be good with it. I know it.” I crossed my arms trying to keep my cool from punching this nigga in his fucking jaw. “Don’t come at me with that soft shit either. I’ve been doing this shit since we were in diapers nigga. Hustling is what I do. These streets is in my blood. Ain’t nothing gonna change that shit.”

  I was tired of this nigga trying to call my bluff like I wasn’t man enough to hold these streets down. The shit was really getting old and tired. He would never understand what it took to be a real boss. His mind was too clouded by bullshit that didn’t appreciate with value. He was too concerned with the stupid shit of the game, using it to fuel his anger. He would never keep his head level enough to claim a queen or my throne and that’s why he would never have what I had. I wanted more for my nigga. But he had to want more for his self first. I don’t hold no nigga’s hand to be shit.

  “Ugh, but you ain’t gotta marry the b—. I mean that chick though.” Stress read on his face as he rubbed his head wildly.

  “Marry who?” Embry tiptoed from out of the downstairs bathroom with a stupid grin on her face rocking the smallest t-shirt I had ever seen.

  Her eyes searched my body like she wanted me to fuck the shit out of her right there on the kitchen floor. I stood looking from the living room gazing at the bare naked ass cheeks she had peeking out from under the shirt. Her nipples poked out like they begged for me to come to them. I was a sucker for cold pointy nipples. That bitch knew what she was doing when she bent over to carefully take a skillet out from under the sink placing it on top of the stove. She wanted this dick. If this was any other day, I might’ve gave it to her weak ass. But she had me fucked up.

  “That’s you now, fam?” I asked nudging my head in her direction.

  “Shit, shawty was checking for a nigga the other day at the hospital. I had to dig in that and see what it was all about. That shit so fye she can’t even leave.” Montana rubbed his hands together like he was preparing to fuck up a delicious meal.

  “Is that right? Well who’s the one sprung now, nigga?”

  “Awe man shit. I ain’t on shit with that bitch. As soon as my dick gets bored, I’m on to the next one. Ya heard me?”

  “Yeah, I hear something,” I shook my head taking one more look back catching her wink in my direction. “So anyway, you heard from Bunny at all? I heard she had some trouble over there at her spot. You were supposed to be looking out for her. What the fuck is up with that?”

  “I’m on top of it boss. I�
�m on the job. Don’t trip.” Montana waved me off as if I was talking out the side of my mouth.

  “Yeah, aight motherfucka. While you’re talking about me, don’t let this bitch pussy cloud your judgment. Stay focused.” I moved towards the door shaking my head at the nigga.

  “Naw, it’s not me who needs to focus bro. I’m good. It’s all good over here, nigga. Believe that.”

  Chapter 7

  The Funeral

  Embry

  A netted black veil covered my amusement. All of the sobbing faces drenched in tears were comical to me. A funeral held so many fake motherfuckas that cry over your body in death but could give a rat’s ass about the person in life. As soon as the service was over, most of these motherfuckas won’t even give her ass a second thought. It was a ridiculous display of phoniness. At my funeral, I don’t want nobody to shed not one damn tear for me. In fact, don’t even bury me. Cremate a bitch and scatter my ashes over the sea. Dust to dust.

  I didn’t even want to sit in the front with everyone else. Montana was with me on that shit. He sat with me in the back of the church while Quince and Daisy sat up front. He worked overtime to console her and she worked double overtime trying to milk the attention. That bitch was the phoniest person of them all. She barely got along with her momma because of her controlling ways. So now that she was dead she couldn’t live without her? Get the fuck out of here with that shit.

  “You know what, it’s a little stuffy up in here. I’m just gonna step outside for a few minutes.” I leaned over whispering to Montana.

  “Oh okay cool. You need me to go with you?”

  “Naw, I’m good. I’m just going to get some air.” I patted his knee to assure him that I was fine as I rose headed towards the big wooden double doors in the middle of the church.

  “I wish I had a fucking blunt.” My lips curled over wondering why the hell I decided to go to a funeral sober.

  “Shit me too. I hate seeing pale-faced motherfuckers in that last box of life. It’s real fucked up huh?” The woman said smiling at me, puffing hard on her cigarette.

  “Ugh. Whatever. We all end up there at some point right?”

  “True indeed. Well I don’t have any green pretty lady, but I do have this cig. You want one?” The woman offered reaching into her back pocket for her Newport pack.

  “Oh, no that’s okay. I don’t smoke those. Only trees,” a nervous laugh escaped my lips.

  “Suit yourself. I imagine you will probably be able to get home soon anyway.” The woman took a long pull of the cigarette allowing the fire to extend the ashes further over the edge before flinging it out into the yard.

  “And just how do you know that?”

  “Because if you don’t wanna get murdered you need to get the fuck outta here.” She reached behind her back then cocked the long gun she brought around to the front of her.

  “What?” I couldn’t breathe trying to figure out who this bitch was and why she was there to shoot the place up. “Hey you don’t want to do that.”

  “Alright, get your fucking hands off of me before I put a bullet in your brain,” the woman spoke aggressively. “Don’t be a fucking hero. None of this shit belongs to you. So be breezy.”

  If it weren’t for the pink suede Prada shoes on my feet I would’ve pissed myself and got the fuck out of dodge. As my eyes shot over to Montana staring off into the service, I knew I couldn’t leave him like that. He wasn’t a bad guy. He didn’t treat me as rough as many of the other niggas I used to fuck with. Montana was far from the gentlemen heartbreaking type like Quince, but he could be easily molded into the perfect man with a little effort and time. For that reason, I couldn’t abandon him.

  “Naw bitch. This ain’t what you wanna do. I can see it all in your eyes that you don’t really want to do this shit. Bitch you’re just scared of the outcome of whatever this is you’re trying to pull.” I tried to reason with the bitch using the Jedi Mind Trick. “So why don’t you just hand me the gun and I’ll get rid of it for you and no one has to know.

  “Naw, I need my motherfucking shit. You got some real balls coming at me like that around here.” Her pale face turned red and blue at the same time. “Bitch do you know who I am?”

  “You can flick that long ass Boricua hair at me all you want to bitch. The fact of the matter is that I know you are not about to shoot up this church with all these babies in it. That’s what you’re not gonna do.” My tone remained firm.

  “Bitch, I’ll shoot your ass in the brain. How about that?”

  “Hmm, if you were going to do it I would’ve been lying on the floor bleeding with my eyes wide open ten minutes ago.” Turning my gaze from her, I pointed inside the double doors of the church. “Look, you see those babies in there? They deserve a chance to grow up. I don’t give a fuck about us adults. We’ve made our beds. But those babies need a chance. Why don’t you wait until you catch your hunt walking by themselves or something?”

  “Because I’m tired of this shit looming over my head. It’s time for this bitch to pay for what she has done to me.” The woman became more and more belligerent, pacing grooves into the cement porch.

  “Wait, what bitch?”

  “Ugh, fuck this shit. I’ll catch that dumb ho slipping one time.” The woman tucked her gun back behind her waist into her pants before speeding down the stairs out of sight.

  My nerves calmed once she was gone. She was about to set some shit off real quick if I hadn’t stopped her crazy ass. If I were ever the type of bitch that cooperated with the police, I probably would have reported this to them and given a formal statement. I didn’t know who she was but if she was talking about fucking Daisy up, I should have let her take one for the team. Still, a Puerto Rican chick that beautiful shouldn’t be carrying around a gun to shoot people let alone a damn church full. She needed to think smarter than that. I couldn’t stand Daisy’s goody two shoes ass either but I would rather make her suffer in life than take the easy way out and give her a beautiful death.

  “Man, I’ll be glad when this shit is over.” Montana stepped out of the church leaning over the railing as if to blow off steam. “You aight?”

  “Yeah, I’m good. I just needed a break from all this shit, you know?” I responded allowing my tongue to gently coat my lips.

  “I hear you. Shit, I don’t even know why the fuck I’m here. I never even knew the bitch, ya feel me? She ain’t my momma.”

  “Hmm, so where is your moms?” I paused realizing at the last minute that my question was mad personal. “I mean, if you don’t mind saying.”

  “She’s dead.”

  “Oh. Sorry.” My eyes locked on the concrete.

  “Naw, it’s cool. I put her ass there.” Montana looked up at me with fire blazing in his eyes from his words.

  “Oh wow. You killed your moms?”

  “Well, it was more like she killed herself. I just sold her the shit she put in her veins, ya heard?”

  “Oh. Oh. Damn, sorry to hear that, Montana.”

  “It’s cool. She did that shit to herself. She had been like that since I was a shawty. Nothing was gonna change her,” Montana spoke with an ounce of resentment in his words.

  “Wait, so you’re a dope boy huh?” I stepped closer rubbing his chest soothingly. “You neglected to tell me that through all that pillow talking we’ve been doing.”

  “Shit, I thought you knew. What’s already known need not be said right?” Montana gazed down into my eyes as if he were proud of his profession.

  “I didn’t know a thing. I just thought you were a man about his money and damn good at it.” Winking one eye at him, I moved closer to seal a tender kiss on his lips.

  “So what? You don’t like dope boys or something?” He pulled me closer resting his hand on the small of my back.

  “I don’t have a problem with any man who is about his business.” I smiled looking up into his big beautiful brown eyes. “So, if you’re a dope boy then that means your boy is one too then right?”


  “Hmm, something like that. He’s more like an overseer.” Montana turned his gaze out into the neighborhood as if he was lost in deep thought.

  “Really? So he’s the boss then. He’s a motherfucking boss. This bitch is dating a motherfucking kingpin and don’t even know it. She can’t know it. I bet she doesn’t even know it.” I tried to tone down my excitement a bit.

  “Naw, I don’t think she does. Why?” He looked down at me confusingly.

  “Because, she hates dope boys. She thinks her daddy was murdered by one because he owed him a lot of money and couldn’t pay. So she thinks the guy had some people cut the brakes on his car. She’s talked about his case for years, analyzing it and shit,” I replied. “But she has no proof of if it’s true and the police won’t help her much.”

  “Hmm, I bet they won’t. Why the fuck won’t she just let the shit go?”

  “I don’t know. That’s why she’s going to law school. She figures if she becomes an attorney she can have all access to her daddy’s files. And, probably her momma’s now too.”

  “An attorney?” Montana roared releasing me from his grasp. “The fuck? I knew she was going to school but not no fucking law school.”

  “Yeah, are you okay?”

  “I can’t believe this shit, man. This nigga got us wrapped up with some Fed bitch?” Montana paced the porch of the church.

  “Well she’s not a Fed bitch, yet baby. Calm down. Com’ here, com’ here.” I extended my arms out allowing him to reach and squeeze me close for an embrace. “Don’t trip. That bitch is not a threat to you.”

  “You don’t know that shit. You just said she doesn’t like dope boys—“

  “Don’t worry about her baby. Shhhh. She’s already in too deep. She won’t fuck with you. I promise.” I stroked the back of his head gently placing warm kisses on his cheek meanwhile my pussy purred for him like it had a fever in between my legs. “Com’ on baby. Let’s go home.”