Cartel Dreams 2: A Love Story

by Nicety

  UNKNOWN: Thank You. Get out now.

  Me: You’re Welcome.

  I rushed down the opposite end of the hall and down the back stairs. As I was going down them boys were coming up in unison, tons of them, probably like a mob of them. Scaling the wall like a ninja, I pressed my back against it to get out of their way. They marched and stomped all the way to room 222 and didn’t even bother knocking on the door. I heard one of them say ‘use the key’ to open the door before they punched it open with a short thick black pole like thing with handles.

  As they rushed the room, I rushed down the stairs out the back door and behind a bush near the truck. I was supposed to get the fuck out of there but I was anxious to see what the fuck was about to happen. Moments later a bunch of men in padded bulletproof vests with the words POLICE written on the back, brought Montana out of the motel lobby secured in handcuffs. They got his ass. A grin filled my face as I stepped out from behind the bushes and opened my car door.

  “Well now. Would you look at what we’ve got here,” one of the Caucasian detectives said once they popped the lock on the back of Montana’s truck. “Looks like you’re federally fucked now huh boy.”

  “Man that shit ain’t mine and you know it. Y’all motherfuckas planted that shit there.” At that moment, Montana brought his eyes up from the four keys of dope being pulled out of his trunk locking his gaze on me. “It was you huh? That’s how you do me?”

  “That’s what you get motherfucka,” I rolled my eyes before returning them back to the scene.

  Montana shook his head in disbelief as his lips curled in the most demonic like grin, so eerie it sent chills up and down my spine. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking in his head about me as he stood staring, leering over at me like he wanted to rip my limps off and eat them for breakfast. He had no proof that I killed Morgan and even if he did implicate me in the murder, he would have to implicate himself as well. No one in their right mind would tell the police they were involved in a murder, so I wasn’t the least bit in danger of him telling them about me.

  The excited overconfident detectives shoved Montana into the backseat of one of their unmarked squad cars and slammed the door as if they had caught the catch of the day. I got in my truck and pulled off backing up a bit to catch a glimpse of Montana one last time out the corner of my eye. His smile seemed to be imprinted on his face as he gave me a sharp wink before I pulled off into the night. I didn’t know what the hell he was on but fuck him. I bet he would think twice before treating another woman like a whore.

  Twenty minutes later, I pulled up in front of Quince’s house noticing him standing there engaged in a heated discussion with some Hispanic guy. I had never seen him before. Quince was hitting the blunt and mean mugging this dude so hard that he didn’t even see me walking up to them. He finally acknowledged me as he shot an unsavory eye my way gawking at me as if I was the one that pissed him off. Immediately, my palms became sweaty as fuck.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” He asked speaking to me in an unfamiliar tone.

  “I…went…out with Embry. She wanted to get some air for a while,” I lied hoping it was convincing enough. “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Dressed like that? Where’d y’all go to the club?” Quince questioned.

  “No, we just went for drinks. Baby, what’s wrong?” Inside I was shaking even worse than a stripper trying to make rent.

  “Nothing, my bad. Go in the house. I’ll be in there in a minute.”

  “Quince, are sure baby? You don’t seem—“

  “Go!”

  Without further pressure, I did what was asked of me. I didn’t want to make him anymore irritated than he already was. But now knowing his line of work, the look on his face scared the shit out of me. The two men stood there as if they were waiting to see which one would have the balls to up a gun out first. The menacing looks in their eyes read an unspoken hatred that was fuming.

  I eased my body inside the door slowly hoping that I would be able to catch whatever was about to happen just in time to save Quince. I didn’t know what I would be saving him from or how I would go about doing it but my undying love for him couldn’t be standing right there and do nothing while something happened to him. I turned closing the door slowly and just as the door came to a sliver of opening left, a voice crept into my ear from behind me. The man spoke ruthlessly, whispering silently in my ear as he placed his hand around my mouth.

  “Bitch, if you so much as scream or try to fight I’m gonna kill you and your raggedy ass boyfriend out there.” He dug a knife deeply driving it into the small of my back as a warning, just enough for me to feel the pain. “Now let’s go.”

  I was dead. If Quince didn’t come in the house to witness this man attempting to drag me through the house and out the back door, I would undoubtedly be found dead in a ditch somewhere. It was hard to tell if this was the same man who killed Amy since he wore a ski mask on his face this time and only whispered.

  Adrenaline built up inside of me though. I had to get out of this. I had to fight and save my life. There was no way I could go down like this, not when my luck was finally changing for the better. If I left this house, I was a dead woman. No, there had to be a better way and I only had ten seconds to figure the shit out.