Cartier Cartel, Part 3

by Nisa Santiago

  Hector began to shed his own clothing. He removed his pants and shoes. Cartier felt for his dick, and surprisingly, she wasn’t disappointed by his size. It was nice and hard, eight inches of flesh for her to play with and formidable enough to do the job. Suddenly she was aroused. She could feel the wetness between her legs increase.

  Cartier took his flesh into her hands and started to stroke him nicely, causing a stifling groan to be released from his lips. He was leaking pre-come like a teenager. She kissed him again.

  “I wanna fuck you now,” he growled eagerly in her ear.

  Cartier smiled like a schoolgirl. His wish was her command. She straddled his body, her thighs pressed tightly against his sides, his hands full with the curves of her backside. He thrust inside her core, and Cartier jerked, feeling his warm, hard flesh penetrate her like a spear inside of her sensual opening. She felt his dick digging deeper inside of her. Their bodies glued close, every sensation for her was heightened. She grinded her hips into his lap, and they fucked hard in the backseat of the limo as it traveled through downtown Miami.

  “Ooooh, fuck me!” she howled. “Ooooh shit! Gotdamn it! So fuckin’ good!”

  “Ugh! Ugh!” he groaned.

  Hector took her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. He cupped her ass and thrust his throbbing dick upwards into her glorious hole, their bodies moving in harmony, and she enveloped him, providing him with a safe place that felt too good to be true.

  Hector scooped her up into his arms like it was nothing, like she belonged to him, and maneuvered Cartier around. He laid her against the plush leather and pressed his body into hers. He pushed himself inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him and closed her eyes. Her breathing became labored, and her chest heaved up and down, betraying her arousal. She was swimming in hormones as Hector pumped his dick inside of her like a piston.

  “Fuck me!” she howled as she felt his erection thrusting inside of her vigorously. The intense motion had her lightheaded for a moment. She was about to come. He fucked her harder, pushing her legs against her chest and burying more dick inside of her.

  “Oh God! Ooooh shit!”

  They went at it for a while, until she exploded like a geyser, her body and legs quivering against him.

  It was now his turn, and staring into her beautiful eyes, and being bare against perfection, their heated flesh entwined, he took every delicious inch of her body in, and released inside of her.

  They clutched each other and howled. Cartier was spent. She could feel the car still moving. It was some of the best sex she’d ever had.

  Hector picked himself up from her sweaty flesh and started to get dressed. Cartier did so also. She took a deep breath and collected herself.

  The limo finally came to a stop. They were now fully dressed. Hector stepped out, and Cartier was right behind him, pulling down her minidress, trying to look presentable. She found herself in the middle of nowhere — the marshland, with dirt, grass, and rocks underneath her feet. It looked like the end of civilization, and there was a small house nestled in the cut, something like Little House on the Prairie.

  She followed him into the godforsaken location. “What is this, Hector?” she asked nervously.

  He turned and looked at her, looking smug. “You wanna show me loyalty, right?”

  Cartier stood hushed.

  “Well, let’s see how loyal you truly are.” Hector disappeared into the shabby-looking home.

  She had nowhere to go. She didn’t want to die in the middle of nowhere. Reluctantly, she stepped into the place, and her eyes widened. “Ohmygod! What the fuck is goin’ on, Hector?” she shouted.

  “This is where your loyalty starts. To keep you alive, and save your life, then you have to take a life,” he said coldly.

  “But this is ya fuckin’ sister!”

  “And she’s betrayed me one too many times. And I can’t have that goin’ on in my organization. So she must die.”

  Quinn was tied with her arms behind her back, slightly beaten, and gagged. She was on her knees. She stared up at Cartier with pleading eyes.

  Cartier suddenly had a gun placed in her hand, a 9mm. This was her test, but how could she do it? Quinn had been there for her since day one. She felt twisted and sick.

  “You kill her, an’ I will go to war for you and keep you under my protection. This right here is where ya loyalty begins with me. This is how you put in work,” he said indifferently.

  Cartier knew taking Quinn’s life would be devastating. She hesitated to pull the trigger.

  Hector whispered in her ear, “Think about your family an’ your daughter. Think about what those monsters did to her. You owe my sister no favors. But you kill her, an’ I promise you, you will get your revenge against the Gonzales Cartel . . . down to the last man.”

  Tears welled up in Cartier eyes as she locked eyes with Quinn. Quinn began to shake her head violently from hysteria. She wanted Cartier to not give in to her brother’s commands. She wanted Cartier to remember everything she had done for her and beg Hector for her life.

  Instead Cartier raised the gun to her forehead and took a deep breath. Then she remembered her vow. There was no turning back. She was ready to throw herself into the pits of hell to avenge her daughter, her family, and this was the beginning of hell for her.

  Cartier didn’t even have the decency to apologize. She pressed the barrel of the 9mm against Quinn’s forehead, looking her friend in the eyes. Her tears suddenly stopped, and iciness formed in her eyes.

  She squeezed. Bak!

  Quinn’s brains and flesh exploded out the back of her head, and the body dropped quickly at Cartier’s feet.

  Hector smiled. “That’s my girl.”

  Cartier sighed. Definitely, there was no turning back. She’d shown she was willing to do whatever it took to execute revenge on those who took from her.

  Epilogue

  Hector had moved Cartier safely to a small bungalow in a beachfront Palm Beach neighborhood. It wasn’t exactly a stone’s throw from Miami, but it was low-key and safe. A couple weeks had passed since she’d murdered Quinn, and right now she needed to decompress. Hector came to see her at least three nights out of the week. He was making progress with trying to locate the whereabouts of all of the Gonzales Cartel, and he was determined to keep his promise.

  The incessant knocking on her front door could only be Hector. It was authoritative and impatient. Hector felt as if he owned Cartier, and she quickly stepped into the shoes of a kept woman. He’d given her the million-dollar bungalow, a midnight-blue Maserati, and shopping sprees to show his appreciation. Hector liked it, so he put a huge diamond ring on it. The eight-karat sparkler caught everyone’s attention.

  Cartier swung open the front door and her breath hitched. The person standing before her couldn’t possibly be real. She blinked a few times before adjusting her focus. The warm smile and confident eyes made her feel nervous.

  She could only say one word. “Head.”

  To be continued...

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  South Beach Cartel

  By Nisa Santiago

  SOUTH BEACH CARTEL

  Prologue

  February 1, 2014

  It was a bitter cold day in New York City. The sun was gradually fading behind the horizon and the temperature had dropped to a hazardous ten degrees. The wind nipped at Kola’s face like sharp needles as she stood in the Trinity Church Cemetery and Mausoleum. Kola, wrapped in a long, blue Iris mink coat, stood near the graves of three of the most thorough and real women she had ever known. It was hard to believe that they were all dead, including her sister, Apple. Their lives had been violently snatched away from them — they died the way they lived; fast and violent. If Kola had known then what she knew now, she reasoned things would have turned out differently. Your past would always be a part of you—like a shadow. And just because you don’t see it all the time doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

  Kola stared at the shi
ny granite monument as she clutched the small toddler in her arms. The child was maybe the only good thing in her life. She was a beautiful little girl. More precious than a bag of uncut diamonds and equally sought after. The little girl was also wrapped in a beautiful, small mink coat with costly diamonds in her small ears. Even though she was too young to appreciate the quality of clothing and jewelry she had on, Kola had to have the only family in her life looking like wealth.

  Her niece was about two years old. Kola didn’t know the child’s actual birth date, but she thought fondly of future extravagant birthday parties and expensive gifts she’d bestow on the tot. This little girl would be protected by the top security teams and attend the finest private schools. Kola wasn’t settling for less.

  The adorable child clung to Kola tightly in the frigid cold and was unaware that her mother was dead and was put to rest not too long ago in the scenic plot just a few feet from her. It was a sad moment. Kola looked at the wall of tombs with her twin’s name etched into the granite. Even though they’d had their war and feud some time ago, Kola deeply missed her sister. There was a void in Kola’s heart where her twin once lived.

  “Now what am I supposed to do?” Kola muttered sadly. “I told you not to come back. I told you to stay away.”

  Apple had refused to listen to Kola’s advice. She couldn’t accept they had a good thing going on in Columbia.

  Kola held the little girl closely and thought about avenging her sister’s death. Apple was too young to die, and her death, along with the other two women was so violent. Tears continued to fall from Kola’s eyes and her mind was spinning with, What now? What next? How will the story continue? Does she give this story—her niece’s story a better ending than she and Apple ever had? Kola asked herself, When does it end?

  Kola looked over her shoulder and saw Eduardo sitting patiently in his chauffeured driven Maybach. The curtains were opened so Eduardo could keep an eye out on the woman he loved.

  Parked behind the sleek, black Maybach were two Range Rovers and one Yukon Denali. They were Eduardo’s security. Each man was a heavily armed trained killer. They were riding deep considering the circumstances. With power and wealth came jealousy and hate, and Eduardo wasn’t taking any chances that a hit could be out on Kola as well.

  The cemetery was still. The wind continued to blow hard, but the armed men standing around seemed resistant to the cold. They were clad in dark suits and long black coats. Kola remained motionless, grieving silently. Apple’s daughter had been recovered no less than forty-eight hours ago. Apple had given her life for her daughter, and Kola knew the little girl had been through a lot. It was a giant task, but with Eduardo’s resources and influence, they found her and brought her back to her family. But the drawback was the girl didn’t speak one word of English. She spoke Spanish fluently and was given the name Marisol. Kola knew better. She remembered her sister saying that her baby girl’s name was Peaches. Now came the daunting task of communicating with Peaches and helping her adapt to her new surroundings.

  Kola took one last look at the graves and inscriptions written across them.

  Apple Evans. Gone, but not forgotten.

  Cartier Timmons, you will be missed.

  Cynthia “Citi” Byrne, a shining star forever.

  Kola wondered how three women, as street smart as her sister and her peers, could have been all taken out in one night.

  She stepped away from the burial site and walked toward the Maybach. Before she got close, the door was already opened for her by one of the goons. She climbed inside and looked at Eduardo.

  “You ready?” Eduardo asked.

  Kola nodded.

  “Back to Columbia . . . that is your home now, Kola. Forget about this place; forget about the trouble it brings. Your sister will be missed, but you will live on and live on with this precious angel,” Eduardo proclaimed.

  Kola didn’t respond. She closed her eyes and was expressionless. In less than twenty-four hours, she would be back in Colombia. She knew Eduardo was right; there was nothing left for her in the States. This country, America, New York — took away everything.

  She opened her eyes narrowly and watched as the headstones of nameless people whisked by her window and hoped that this wouldn’t be her fate anytime soon. She wanted to reach her twenty-fifth birthday and knew that the life she was living made the odds a long shot.

  Kola felt it was time for a change.

  But a voice inside her said, “This is only the beginning.”

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