Cartel Dreams 2: A Love Story

by Nicety

  "You know I wasn't kidding about having kids. I really do want a lot of children. And I want to start having them now. Are you ok with that?"

  “As long as you know you know that shit is about much more than just getting mad, giving up, and walking out the door. We’ve gotta figure out away to make this shit work by any means. You hear me?”

  “I hear you, baby.” Daisy rose from the bed darting out the room only to return minutes later with my ringing phone in hand. “Thought I’d start by helping you out.”

  Staring at the screen, my eyes bolted back at her as I answered Manuel’s call. “If you’re gonna be my wife, then it’s time you learned the business.”

  “Phantom?”

  “Yeah, go ahead.”

  “Bro, Montana just called me talking about—“

  “Wait, Montana? How’d he get your number first of all? I never gave it to him.” His words had me lost deep in thought.

  “I don’t know but the nigga told me that one of the spots just got blown up on some hot shit.” Manuel’s voice sounded disheveled like he was in a state of shock and panic.

  “Aight, first calm down and tell me what he said.”

  “I don’t know what the fuck is happening out here man, but he said that one of the bitch’s spots you fuck with got blown up—“

  “What do you mean? Like the feds hit it?”

  “No bro. Like blown the fuck up on some murder murder, kill kill type of shit. It’s about to get real out here Phantom. You’ve gotta do it man. You’ve gotta go to war with this nigga,” Manuel huffed through the phone. “It’s either kill or be killed and I ain’t trying to go down without a motherfucking fight.”

  He was hysterical but he wasn’t lying. I could no longer dodge this nigga anymore. Mata Amigos was gunning for me even though he didn’t know who the fuck I was. It was time to put that nigga to sleep. I had to get him before he got me. The bloodshed already was bad but it was about to get even worse. And Montana, he would have to choose between life or death at this point.

  “Aight, Manuel. Get as many of your goons together as possible. Don’t tell Montana shit. Let me handle his ass.”

  “You’d better. He sounded funny bro. Like the shit amused him or something. I kept telling you that it’s dead bodies coming up everywhere bro. Shit is getting kind of hectic out here. And you know I’ve gotta call Raul right?”

  “Do what you gotta do. Handle your business and meet me at my office in thirty minutes. We’re gonna map this shit out,” I spat as he agreed before hanging up the phone.

  Staring into Daisy’s eyes, I didn’t see an ounce of fear or concern. I only saw the same beautiful woman who looked at me without judgment ever since I was able to penetrate her mind, soul and now her body. I didn’t want to leave her. If I could, I would pick up and take her to a deserted island away from all this bullshit. Instead, I would need to handle this shit well enough to allow her to bear my kids and live on some happily ever after type of shit. Right now though, as I stood kissing her sweetly on her forehead while searching for my clothes remembering that they were scattered across the living room floor, I needed to meet Manuel at the warehouse.

  “You scared of me now? Now that you know who am?” I asked winking over at her.

  “Why would I be scared of the most beautiful man I’ve ever known behind my father?”

  “It’s fucked up. You met me at the oddest time in my life,” the words escaped me as our lips collided momentarily. “So you’re not mad at me anymore?”

  “Naw, motherfucka,” she said playfully rising to her knees on the bed, pressing her tits against my chest, and punching me in the arm. “But you explained that it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know that Montana was gonna do some shit like that. I understand baby. It still hurts cause you could’ve told me, but I understand why you didn’t.”

  “I appreciate you. Now give me another kiss, I gotta go. We’ll talk more about this shit later. You hear me, Daisy?”

  “Um, Quince. There’s something that I need to talk to you about and it’s really important.”

  “Okay and we can do all that baby. But right now I’ve gotta go. This is important, big shit. I don’t move that penny-pinching money baby. I move weight. The big shit. So I’ve gotta make these meetings crack.”

  “I understand,” she sighed shooting her eyes downward. “Just be careful okay?”

  “I got you.” After kissing her forehead, she pulled the covers over her beautiful perky dark nipples. I licked my lips salivating over the thought of them in my mouth before I headed downstairs to get my clothes on and head out.

  Chapter 23

  Meanwhile, Across Town

  Embry

  “Fuck them niggas, you heard me? They had to take one for the team.” Montana grunted. “Aye, I’ll call you back in a few minutes. I’m fucking busy right now, Joe.”

  I reached down and started to rub his dick through his shorts. I could feel my nipples getting erect almost immediately. Once he was hard, I reached inside his shorts and stroked him a few times before stopping to reach for a tiny peck on his lips. Surprisingly, he obliged. He pushed his shorts off and dropped them over the side of the bed.

  I proceeded to slide down the length of the bed until my face was almost at his waist. I wasted no time taking me in her mouth. I focused on the head of his cock, my lips stimulating the ridge. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed deeper into my mouth. Montana was trying his hardest to hold back as I felt him spasm in my mouth, but he was unsuccessful. I could feel him shoot off into my mouth as I swallowed and then cleaned him off with my tongue.

  When I finished I looked at him, smiled and asked, "You good now baby?"

  “Yeah anyway, I’ve gotta go. I’ll be back later.” Montana darted out the bed headed for the master and turning on the shower.

  “So soon. I thought we would chill, smoke a blunt tonight and maybe watch a movie.” Disappointment rang throughout my voice even though I had a feeling he might not have given a shit about that.

  “I’ve got some business to take care of, Embry. You know that. I can’t spend all day laid up with you and shit.” He sounded irritated.

  “So you’ve got shit that you’re doing without me? I thought we were a team.”

  “What are you trippin’ off of? You’re gonna benefit like motherfucka from all this shit too. I ain’t gonna forget about you. It’s just right now, this is grown man’s business.” He shut the bathroom door and hopped in the shower.

  Grown man’s business indeed. I couldn’t help but feel like I had created some sort of monster by giving him the confidence he needed to be the boss he so desired to be. Instead of basking in the fucking glory I was getting the ass end of the stick. I never thought in a million years that I would fall for someone like him and now that I had done so, my feelings were hurt every moment he treated me like just another jump-off. Why the fuck couldn’t this nigga love me the way I needed him to? I wasn’t a bad woman. In fact, I gave this man more than I had given any other man.

  My attention was shifted to his phone buzzing crazily on the nightstand next to the bed. Leaning over to catch a glimpse of the number only pissed me off to my core. He said he was done fucking thinking about her. It was 9pm at night. No business was going on at that time. I don’t give a fuck what line of work you’re in. Why the fuck was this bitch calling him so damn late?

  “Hello?”

  “Ugh, where’s Montana?”

  “Bunny, why are you calling him? You know you ain’t got no work emergency this late at night.” I had no time to play with this bitch keeping it straight to the point.

  “Bitch, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are. But if he catches your ass on that phone you better believe he’s gonna beat the brakes off your ass. So do yourself a favor and hang up now and I just might not tell his ass you’re touching his shit.” Her tone was smug yet direct.

  “Listen here you ugly bitch. He’s my man now so unless you want to get your ass
dog walked through the street, I suggest you only call him during normal business hours. You got that kitten?”

  “You stupid fucking bit—“

  I hung up before she could finish her sentence tossing the phone back on the nightstand just as Montana was exiting the bathroom. In the nick of fucking time. Water glistened all over his body as he walked out completely naked letting his long limp dick beat each leg from side to side. Even in its floppy state it made my pussy throb wishing to have it in me once more.

  “Who were you just talking to?” He asked using the huge bath towel to wipe the water from his body.

  “Huh, oh that was just one of my girls,” I replied watching him snatch a pair of dark washed Diesel jeans with a matching tee and toss it on the bed. “So you’ll be back late tonight then?”

  “Yeah don’t wait up. I think it’s gonna be a long one this time. I just gotta get some affairs in order.”

  “Hmm, okay baby. Gon’ and handle your business. Just make sure whatever you do that you make them motherfuckas open their eyes and realize who really runs this shit.” I pumped his ego even more, assuring him that I was in his corner one hundred percent.

  “Oh no doubt about that,” he paused. “You know, Embry, you ain’t all bad girl. I do appreciate you fucking with a nigga hard. You feel me?”

  “Yeah. I feel you.” I smirked.

  Soon that nigga would come around. I could feel it. He would wake up and realize just how important I was in his life and would seal the deal making me the only one he wanted. All I had to do was keep being down for him and letting him know I would ride no matter what. Daisy wasn’t the only one that could get a nigga to marry her. Montana was just taking a little bit more time to realize what he had in me and that was cool. Because once he did, we would be living our lives like they were golden.

  “Awe shit!” I screamed as glass shattered and covered my entire body.

  “Get the fuck down!” Montana roared, jumping on top of my body to shield me from the bullets flying rapidly through the bedroom window.

  “What the fuck is happening?”

  Just as the words left my lips, tires could be heard screeching outside as if it was a drive-by shooting trying to get away from the scene. Montana was most definitely the target. I knew this type of shit would come with his lifestyle but I thought he might have had everything under control not to bring it to his home with all the connects he claimed to have. The shit was scary as fuck but thrilling all at the same time. It was a rush like none other and when it was all over in the blink of an eye, I thanked God that we were still alive to see another day.

  “Just shut the fuck up and be cool,” Montana bellowed getting low to the floor reaching under the bed pulling out a .22 checking to make sure it was loaded and then pulling out a .38 revolver, shoving it into my lap. “Here, take this. If anyone comes busting up in here, make sure you blast their motherfucking asses. Ya heard me?”

  “Wait, wait. You still going to just leave me here after all this shit that just happened?” My heart thumped a mile a minute.

  “Awe man, shit. That was nothing but just a little warning. When real niggas want you dead, they come in and get you. They ain’t on shit. They ain’t doing shit but being on bitch shit so I can retaliate and they can catch me slipping. That’s all. But I’m smarter than that and got something for their asses. Real talk. But they won’t be back tonight. Trust that.”

  “Montana—“ I whined.

  “I’ve gotta go, Embry. You’ll be fine.” Montana tapped the gun in my lap breathing heavily as if he didn’t even believe the shit he was telling me. “Don’t be afraid to use that bitch. She’s your new best motherfucking friend.”

  Chapter 24

  Much Later That Night

  Daisy

  The skin all over my body was on fire. Quince had exploded pleasure inside of me that I never before thought was possible. He made the entire experience the most exhilarating moments of my life. It made me appreciate the fact that I waited for the right man to give my cookies to versus letting someone who didn’t really care for me run up in it. Quince was gentle. His hands were soothing, knowing just how to touch and caress my being. Love melted inside of me along with his cum. And, when he whispered in my ear with his heavy deep voice, I moistened even more inviting him to go deeper than he’s ever known. Whew! Damn that shit had me gone in the head.

  I had been staring at the text for two hours. He was relentless with the shit. The nigga wouldn’t back the fuck off and now that Quince and I were back together, I had no idea what the fuck to do to keep this nigga away from me. They were friends and not only that but I had fucked up by enlisting his help in the first place. I should have figure out a plan to cover up the shit myself. Now I was indebted to a motherfucka who threatened to destroy everything I had built with the man I loved so deeply.

  Montana: What you gonna do shawty? Do I have to tax that ass or is you gonna come and give it to me?

  Me: Do you got that work I asked you for?

  Montana: I got them keys to the city baby. Ya feel me?

  Me: Hmm…. Well he can never know about this.

  Montana: You so worried about that whack ass nigga but he you won’t have to be much longer. All you gonna know is me and this dick. I’m gonna be your new knight in shining armor baby. Just wait and see.

  Me: Is that right?

  Montana: Most def. So you coming or what?

  Every time he spoke to me like I was going to be his woman whether I like the shit or not awakened a sickening to rise from the pits of my stomach. I couldn’t dare see myself leaving Quince alone for Montana. He was an okay looking dude but my heart, soul, and spirit belonged to one man and one man only. Not to mention that I had just given that man the most sacred part of me. I was his now. If I were to ever get a tattoo, I would get Quince’s Phantom written right above my pussy. That’s how much in love I was with that man. Fuck any other nigga.

  Me: Yeah, I’ll be there. Text me the hotel address.

  Montana: I’m at the Super 8 on 172nd and Halsted, in room 222.

  Ugh. This son of a bitch wanted pussy and expected me to swoon over being his woman but he couldn’t even spend money on it right. The nerve of him treating me like the whore he was fucking. I wasn’t her. That damn girl would fuck a peanut in the middle of a landfill if the damn thing promised her the world times ten. Montana had no respect for me. He just wanted me as some kind of trophy on his arm. For what, I didn’t give a shit to want to know.

  I tried to tell Quince everything that I was hiding myself and then I wouldn’t even have to be afraid of Montana’s threats anymore, but he wouldn’t listen. It was the only time I had mustered up enough courage to come clean on the secrets of my life. But as the fear of losing him set in, I was grateful that I wasn’t able to tell him. It was slowly becoming one of those things I should probably drag to my grave with me. I was confused and on the fence. What I did know was that for the moment somehow, someway I had to silence this nigga so Quince would never find out what I had done.

  Montana: You ignoring me now?

  Me: No. I’m on my way.

  Montana: Fo’ sho’ and where something hella sexy.

  He was quickly becoming a thorn in my ass. Had I known he would have asked for my body in return for helping me, I would have never asked for his damn help. I panicked, not knowing what to do next. He was the thuggish type and Quince’s friend and I knew he wouldn’t want the police all up in his friend’s house asking questions about a dead body found. That would have landed Quince back in jail. That’s the only reason why I called to enlist his services. Otherwise, I would have left his ass where the fuck he was at.

  Done slipping on my black Herve Leger cutout bandage dress and Prada shoes, I slid some crimson red Mac across my lips and rustled my curly hair with my fingers. It was club ready but not booty call ready, just in case I bumped into Quince on the way back in. Heading out, I made my way to my truck and pushed out. The entire time on the
road, I’m dialing Embry’s number but she’s not answering the phone. I knew that bitch was probably still mad at me for not wanting to give her some of momma’s life insurance money.

  Me: I’m on my way to the spot.

  I texted to make sure that my presence was known. Fear. It was the only feeling that could be readily identified as I drove down the road. Something inside of me kept telling me that I was making a huge mistake. It kept urging me to turn around, go home and never think about doing this ever again. I didn’t know if it was because of what I was going up in there to do or if it was the fear of getting caught but I was on the verge of shitting bricks. Doing this meant I was taking a big risk on future of my life with Quince.

  Twenty-five minutes later, I pulled up into the parking lot and turning towards the Far East corner, I turned the truck off and exited sluggishly headed inside the motel. The Super 8 was clean on the outside but once I walked in the lobby, I felt like I was a street hooker on her way to her next John. The carpet was icky and disgusting holding a smell that only it knew.

  The scruffy bearded old Caucasian attendant behind the thick paned bulletproof glass counter looked like the mirror image of Santa Claus. It was too hot for all that shit hanging off his face. I eased up the staircase to the second floor without him so much as even looking up in my direction.

  The hall on the second floor was empty. I double checked behind me and in front once more before taking slow calculated steps down the hall. My eyes focused on the doors as the numbers became blurry but not so much so that I couldn’t see them. It felt like I was about to have a nervous breakdown and bust out into convulsions with every step further I became to the room number.

  There it was. Room 222. My eyes stared at the numbers as if they would change. I stood there quietly, wondering and watching, hoping that Montana wouldn’t come to the door and open it discovering me lurking there. He was thirsty like that. I was almost sure he could feel my presence. My armpits were waterfalls and my knees felt like overcooked spaghetti. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes anticipating what was to come. Sweat formed on my forehead and ran down the sides of my face. Looking down into my phone, a text message appeared popping a bubble on the top of my phone.