Cartel Dreams 2: A Love Story

by Nicety

  “And then when I takeover the business, I’ll be on and poppin’,” Montana breathed frantically.

  “What do you mean when you takeover? Nigga, we in this shit together.” I said stopping my movements abruptly yet still squeezing my walls around his shaft, pulsating them. “It’s me and you baby.”

  “Oh, oh! Girl you can’t just stop on my dick like that. Damn. Okay you right, you right!” Montana growled as I started my motions back up.

  “That’s right, nigga. You and me. When we take this shit over,” I continued to bounce on top of this nigga, massaging his head firmly and squeezing my pussy walls every time I went down on him.

  Montana appeared to be unfazed by my assertiveness. He was just concerned with busting his nut. He finally blasted all inside of me as I collapsed on top of him sucking face with him greedily. Again I felt the need to throw up. I had been having these feeling for the past few months, but I couldn’t understand why I was having them with Montana. The sex was everything with him and he was more than sexy enough. I was really feeling him and yet vomit threatened to spew from my lips. Maybe it was the wine and weed fucking with me. I quickly pushed off of him and hauled ass to the master bathroom.

  The smell of the toilet was grotesque fueling the vomit to come up even faster. I hurled chunks and heaved for about five minutes. What the hell was happening to me? I felt like shit and as I peeled myself off the floor and stared at my reflection in the mirror, I looked like shit as well. It was down right embarrassing to keep blowing chunks in front of the nigga that I was trying to empress. He would undoubtedly be turned off quick by that shit.

  “I hate it when you do that right after we fuck. You starting to make me think my dick is contagious or something.” Montana sat up leaning against the canopy bedpost firing up another blunt.

  I rolled my eyes not even wanting to respond to his remark as I brushed the shit out of my teeth hoping to erase the stench of vomit as best as I could. It was a disgusting thing to do right after having sex with someone but it was something that I was unable to control at this point. Whenever I had sex, I would throw up right after. It was beyond annoying and if daddy hadn’t cancelled my medical insurance, I might have taken my ass to the doctor. But since he didn’t give a fuck about me, my own father didn’t give a rat’s ass about me anymore, how could I?

  Chapter 11

  Early The Next Morning

  Daisy

  “Girl, it’s 7:05am and I haven’t seen or spoken to you since graduation. What the hell are you doing here this early?” Amy wiped the crust from her eyes as I entered her condo.

  Her condo was in a beautiful vintage building in the West Loop area of Chicago with a private doorman and secured entry. Amy came from a trailer park in a small town so this was the ultimate life for her. She considered her parents poor white trash and didn’t associate with them because she was trying to leave the poor life behind her. Her 5’5” stature didn’t intimidate anyone even though she barked more than she bit. She kept her skin perfectly tanned and worked out to attract the most affluent men in the Loop with money.

  We had every class together in college and were thick as thieves after working on a thesis together. No one liked us much but they didn’t have to, as long as they respected us. My mother used to say that nobody had friends; they just had a following of people who respected them. But looking around at Amy’s condo, I was sure she had a ton of people who would like to be called her friends when she bought things from them. Her place was adorned with lavish imported sofas and exquisite paintings of art. To say that I was jealous was an understatement but I knew all of it was paid for with someone else’s hard earned money that she had stolen. She was the identity theft queen.

  “You introduced me to this shit, Amy, and now you’ve gotta figure out a way to get me out of this shit.” My temperature began to rise.

  “Oh, hold on there kiddo. You’re a big girl and knew what you were getting yourself into.” Amy plopped down on her black leather sofa kicking her feet up on the porcelain coffee table as she fired up a Newport. “This shit is all good. It’s fool proof. No one can touch us.”

  “Well someone can.”

  “What do you mean?” She asked looking puzzled.

  “Someone found Morgan and threatened her to get the money back. So she found me and has been threatening to kill me if I don’t get her that money to give back to that dude you stole it from,” I huffed before plopping down on the adjacent sofa. “I’ve been all fucked up. My mother was murdered in some unrelated shit too.”

  “Awe I’m sorry babes. How are you holding up?”

  “I’m good but I was going to use the money to pay them motherfuckas but it’s not coming as fast as I need it too. I can’t ask my man for the money or he’ll know what I’ve done. He doesn’t know about what we did and I don’t want him too. What the fuck am I going to do, Amy?”

  “Alright, just calm down.” She took a long drag of her cigarette. “Someone came to visit me the other day too. Some Mexican scrub looking dude. Said if I don’t pay him, he was going to slit my neck from ear to ear. I didn’t wanna say nothing to upset you even further just now. But I bought a long ass black gun for his ass and I’m waiting on that motherfucka to come back before I take off. I’ve already made provisions to leave the country. I’m just gonna go to Paris. I’ve always wanted to see that place, you know?”

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “You know you’re fucking crazy right?”

  “Hey, you should come with me too. It’ll be fun just you and me. What do you think?” Amy flicked her thick long blonde hair from out of her face.

  “I can’t Amy. I’m engaged to be married. I can’t just up and leave him like that,” I yawned in exhaustion.

  Quince hadn’t come home last night. I didn’t know if he was working so late that he had to pull an all-nighter or if he was partying so hard with Montana that he forgot he had me at home. Whatever it was, I was just hoping that it wasn’t for some other bitch. I trusted him though. He would never do something like that to hurt me when he knew what he had at home. At least, that’s what I would like to think.

  “Hey, you look sleepy as shit chick. Why don’t you go in the back room and take a nap for a little while. It’s too early in the morning to be discussing this shit. When we wake up, we’ll have brunch, and we’ll figure this shit out. Eh?”

  “I guess. I’m just so—“

  “Nope. We’ll discuss this later. Now scoot.” She patted me on my butt as I stood pointing to the back room down the hall.

  **Two Hours Later**

  I awoke to the echoing of violently raised voices in the living room. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they slowly crept out of the bed headed towards the commotion. The sweat droplets began to form on my forehead, neck, and chest and as I tugged tightly at my tank top to allow some air to flow through my large breasts and onto my smooth flat belly. I hated to be the nosey chick in someone else’s business but the arguing was so loud that I couldn’t resist. I tiptoed quietly, toying with my long ponytail as I peeked around the corner staring at Amy and some Hispanic guy arguing near the dining room.

  “I don’t give a fuck about him wanting his money back. He’s not getting it. He’s a fucking drug dealer so it’s like he robbed the shit from people too. No refunds motherfucka,” Amy sassed as she poured herself a glass of Pinot Noir.

  “I don’t think you are making a smart choice, Amy. You need to rethink what you’re saying here. My boss is very adamant on you returning the money.” The guy stated stuffing his hands in his pockets.

  “Look around you, Juan. Everything I own is because of niggas like Mata Amigos. If I gave every bitch that found out her nigga was in love with me her money back I would be a broke bitch. Don’t ya think?”

  “Aye, Amy. This shit is real and you need to act like you heard me. I need you to lower that dough or I’m gon’ be forced to make a call and know that my boss is not gon’ be pleased with your answer,” Juan respon
ded crossing his arms in front of him being careful not to ruin his tailored made pin striped suit.

  “I don’t give a fuck if your boss shoved my answer up his ass. I ain’t giving them a damn dime.”

  “You took what didn’t belong to you. What makes you think you ain’t gotta give it back?”

  “Because regardless of what you say it was given to me. Now if Mata ain’t tellin’ his wife the real deal then that’s not my problem. But this pussy is paid for and like I said…I don’t issue refunds.”

  “You’re a dirty bitch. You know that?” Juan replied with a snake-like grin.

  I couldn’t believe Amy was letting him talk to her that way. She never tolerated much of anything from anyone. People always admired her not only for her beauty but also for her smarts. Amy was the type of woman that could walk into a room filled with suckers she didn’t even know and hypnotize them with her hips, slap them with her eyes and stun them with her smile.

  She kept her makeup beat so that men could focus more on how flawlessly she kept herself. She was the type of woman that could sweet talk the strongest man right out of his drawers and make him feel good about doing it. There was no shame in her game either, because we lived like queens.

  As I stood in the darkness of the hall trying to remain as quiet as a mouse, I could sense Amy’s frustration with the well-dressed man in her living room. My view of him was partial but his raspy frog in the throat voice rang true in my head. I had no idea who he was. But the fact that he had made it into her condo to argue with her just did not sit well in my stomach. My breathing began to slow in order to make sure my ears heard every single word they spoke, whether loud or extremely silent.

  “Juan, you call whomever you need to fucking call. You got that? Cause I got business to take care of and handing that nigga back money he rightfully owed me ain’t one of them,” Amy spoke as she guzzled down the wine in her ice filled glass.

  “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink and your ass ain’t thinking clearly.” Juan smirked as he shook his head in disgust. “You used to be beautiful. Now you just a washed up drunk bitch.”

  “I’m still beautiful, motherfucka!” Amy bellowed as she nearly tipped over but caught herself, quickly placing her hand on the bar to hold her body weight up. “You don’t fucking tell me shit.”

  Juan turned his back on her reaching into his inside pocket for something. My legs were trembling so badly that I thought I would piss on myself right there in the hall. My hand in advertently covered my mouth preventing any unwanted gasp to be released. The wall seemed to cave in as my body leaned in further to get a good look at what he was plotting. That’s when I heard his croaky voice mutter something with his hand to his ear.

  “She ain’t budging. She say she not giving shit back,” he said in a low voice. “Alright.”

  “Yeah and while you at it tell her she can kiss my ass too cause her man sure did,” Amy laughed as she sluggishly tossed the last bit of wine from the bottle to the back of her throat.

  The creases in my palms were developing sweat droplets so large that I thought I would eventually dehydrate and wither away. My legs were cement blocks, unmovable as if they were cemented to the floor completely. Her eyes were low and from my view appeared bloodshot red. The laughter emanating from her violet shaded full lips nearly rattled my soul as I stood there waiting, hoping that the man would walk out of the door and never come back.

  I watched as Amy scratched aimlessly at her tanned skin. It seemed like she was scratching out of nervousness forcing me to scratch my arm in the same way. I looked down at my brown skin realizing I would tear a nervous hole in my shit if I didn’t stop. Chucking my attention back towards them, I noticed Amy sniffing a long line of coke from off the bar. Her beady eyes shifted towards the man as she dropped the bottle back behind the bar waiting for his response.

  “Aye, Aye. Mata sends you a message,” Juan yelled startling her as she turned to gaze up at the man.

  A dark shadow appeared lightly over Amy’s face seeming to rise like the sun, from the bottom all the way to the top covering it entirely. Juan had the sternest expression on his face as his eyebrows began to curl over sending off a more sinister tone. Amy’s demeanor did not change. She was stubborn that way. She never liked for anyone to see that they had the upper hand on her not even for a second. As a smile formed on her face, one did on mine as well. I knew she knew how to handle this situation. That Juan dude would never even see what was coming to him.

  “Oh yeah? Mata huh? Well tell Mata to shove his message up his ass!” Amy snarled evilly as she snatched her black .38 out from behind the bar pointing it straight out at Juan blasting at his ass.

  Silently, I rooted for Amy. My heart was thumping a mile a minute because I had never seen any shit like that before but it was definitely a rush I would never forget. Juan fired back at her as she fired at him. The whole thing felt like it lasted hours but it was only a matter of seconds. It was like being in the movie theater watching an action packed movie.

  Then, like any thrilling movie moment, my soul dropped to the floor leaving my body stiff as a board in utter silence. And as Amy’s body gradually slid down the curves of the bar, I realized this shit was realer than ever. Blood gurgled out of her mouth as she struggled to breath and her eyes gazed down the hall staring right into mine.

  “Ru…ru…” she mumbled as her right arm still hung from the top of the ledge then flopped down beside her like a fish out of water. “Run…Ru…”

  “You never could listen. The message said that it was time for you to take that dirt nap. Sweet dreams bitch,” Juan sneered as he lowered his weapon gazing down upon her blood-ridden body holding the wound drizzling blood out of his arm.

  My chest pumped up and down faster than I could control. I thought I would pass out, faint right there. It was an unspeakable nightmare. One that I couldn’t wake up from and that did not seem to be going away no matter how hard I blinked my eyes. His dark shadow emerged from behind the wall as my feet backed up slowly headed back towards the back room. He was about ten feet away from me yet I could feel his presence as if the foul odor of his breath was on the back of my neck.

  He stood over Amy looking down upon her deceased corpse then kneeled as he licked his crusty dry lips while copping a cheap feel of her breasts, disrespecting her even in death. I loathed his very being as my back bumped against the wall creating a rather noticeable thump.

  By now he was out of my sight but I knew he had heard me. I ran as fast as my legs would take me to the room and slid under the bed pulling the shimmery purple bed skirt down nearly scraping the hell out of my knees on the synthetic fibers of the white carpet.

  My body moved much like that of a snake’s as I scooted all the way back into the darkness as I slowed my breathing, keeping as quiet as I could. Juan stepped into the room moments later just as cool as he felt, like he was stepping into the club fresh on a Friday night. I listened as he flung open the closet door, turned on the light and fumbled through the neatly hung wardrobe.

  “I saw you. I know you’re here,” Juan spat sluggishly with the smell of a thousand drunken sailors filling the room. “I’m not gonna hurt ya. I just need to talk for a minute.”

  The cold wind in the room began to brush against my sensitive teeth sending chills down my spine. The ground seemed to rumble with every step he took around the bed, the hallway light casting his shadow onto the floor. He moved like a turtle investigating every nook and cranny of the room. I knew he would find me for sure.

  He had looked in every place but where I actually was and it was just a matter of time before he kneeled and found me curled up in a ball like scared alley cat. My eyes closed as the feeling of death filled my mind. I didn’t want to see my fate, just wanted it quick and easy, much like the painless deaths old gangstas used to give many of their enemies so they could hurry up and get rid of them and be done with it.

  “Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll meet again one da
y soon and if you’re anything like you’re that bitch Amy, I know I’m gonna have a lot of fun rockin’ you to sleep.” Juan’s voice was raspier than the first time I had heard it and his laughter as he walked away sounded sinister like something out of a Freddie Kruger movie.

  It was implanted, embedded in my mind even. It was something I surely would not forget even if I tried. I waited underneath the bed for what seemed to be hours but I could not be sure. Sleep almost got a hold of me in the darkness from waiting so long for him to leave. Finally I decided to come from underneath the bed and check out the horror scene that awaited me.

  If Juan were still in the house waiting on me, he would be in for a rude awakening because I was also a track star in high school. I was itching for my chance to hall ass out the front door out of sight. My body seemed to guide itself to the living room, having an out of body experience from all of the trauma.

  “Amy? Amy?” I shrieked silently still casing the joint, watching my surroundings just in case he popped out of nowhere.

  There she lay, lifeless and covered in her own blood. Seeing her body lying there motionless was surreal to me. The only other dead bodies I had ever seen where my parents. I don’t think it would be something that I would ever get used to. Immediately, I started to question what I would do now that the only other person that knew about what I did and could help me was dead.

  I felt bad that my friend was dead but she lived her life on the edge for a long time. I’m sure she knew how it would all end for her. Her infectious laugh was silenced forever and her eyes though glossed over were still fixated in the stern expression she often adorned. Even in death she showed you who was boss. Still, he life she lived was not the one I wanted for myself. Saying a prayer as I stepped over her body, I hauled ass out the door taking the back stairs to get the fuck out of there. Rest in peace Amy.