The Cartel (11 page)

“Carter!” she called out in ecstasy as he explored depths in her that she didn’t even know existed. “Carter,” she repeated as he sped up and pounded into her a little harder.

She was about to cum, and from the low grunts that came out of his mouth, she could tell that he was about to nut at any moment. “Make me cum, Carter,” she whispered.

He pumped into her harder at the sound of her voice.

“Ohh shit, daddy, make me cum,” she begged.

He stroked her faster. “I’m-a make you cum, Miamor. Oh shit, your pussy is so good, ma.”

She grabbed his ass and rotated her hips into him as she felt her body reach its peak. “Oh my … aww!” she screamed, as her toes curling and her body tensing up from the intensity of her orgasm.

“Damn, ma,” Carter said, pulling out and nutting against her flat stomach.

Miamor snuggled underneath Carter as they lay naked on the empty beach. He reached out and grabbed the blanket from their picnic and covered their bodies with it as they sat together and looked out on the ocean.

Carter was silent, and Miamor instantly began to regret having sex with him.
Damn, I know this nigga probably thinking I’m a ho. I shouldn’t have fucked him this soon,
she thought. Miamor had only been with one other person in her entire life, and she didn’t know why she had let Carter have her body so easily. There was something about him that she trusted, and he had her open.

“Carter, I don’t want you to think—”

“I don’t, so don’t worry about it,” he replied before she could even finish her sentence. He already knew what she was thinking, but he wasn’t shallow enough to worry about anything that happened before him. They were both grown as hell, and he didn’t want her to feel awkward for allowing him to enjoy her physically.

He turned her face toward his. “As long as you act like a lady, I’ll never think anything less of you, understand?”

She nodded her head. “Will I get to see you again?”

“I want to spend some time with you, but I need to take care of some business back home first.”

“Back home? You’re not from Miami?” Miamor realized she didn’t know a damn thing about this man.

“Naw, I’m from Michigan, from Flint.” Carter played with her fingers. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it.

“How long will you be gone?”

Carter smiled. He could hear the disappointment in her voice. He knew he had to be careful with this woman. He could see that Miamor played tough on the outside, but on the inside, she was hurt and neglected from her past, which made her susceptible to heartbreak. Her vulnerability pleased him, and he was willing to become her protector, if she played her cards right.

“Not long. I just need to tie up some loose ends. It looks like I’m gon’ be moving down here for a minute. Don’t worry, Miamor, I’ll make sure I check for you when I get back.”

She sat with her back to his chest and turned her neck to kiss him on the lips. “I better get going,” she said as she grabbed her dress and stepped into it.

Carter stood and slipped back into his clothing as well.

Miamor retrieved her clutch bag and pulled out a pen to write her number down. She grabbed his hand and wrote it on his skin and then wrote his number down as well.

“Call me when you come back in town,” she said as she looked up at him with a smile.

Carter grabbed the back of her neck and brought her body close to his as he leaned down to kiss her lips. “Be safe.”

Miamor stepped out of his arms and walked away. She smiled and waved before walking down the beach, toward the pier.

Carter shook his head as he watched her stroll away. Her hair was a mess, and sand stuck to her legs as her hips swayed from side to side, but she had his attention. Her swagger was intriguing. He rubbed his goatee, and a sly smile graced his lips. “I’m gon’ definitely check for you, Miamor, believe that,” he said to himself as she disappeared into the darkness.

“Welcome home.”

—Unknown

B
reeze hugged Carter goodbye. “Are you really coming back?”

“Yeah, B, I’ll be back. I’ve got to get some things together in Flint, but as soon as that’s taken care of, I’ll be on the first flight down.” Carter could see the doubt in his sister’s eyes. “I promise.”

Money and Carter slapped hands and embraced. “Be safe, fam,” Money told him.

“No doubt, baby.”

Mecca walked by and nodded his head, but didn’t acknowledge Carter’s departure with words, and Taryn hugged him gently.

“We better get out of here before you miss your flight.” Polo patted Carter’s shoulder, and they hopped into the black limousine and pulled away from the estate.

Ma’tee noticed the black limo pulling away from the Diamond estate and halted his driver. “Wait,” Ma’tee instructed as he sat a block down from his intended destination “me will sit here for a second and watch.” He checked the 9 mm Desert Eagle that was holstered in his waistline to ensure that it was locked and loaded before he nodded his head at his driver. “Tell de guard dat Mr. Diamond forgot something,” Ma’tee said, hoping that the guards would not want to check the inside of the car as they pulled up to the gated entrance. He wanted them to think that his limo was the same limo that had just left the estate fifteen minutes earlier.

His driver followed his instructions to the tee, and just as Ma’tee had expected, they were given access to the household without suspicion. The guards were clueless to the fact that their enemies were the true passengers behind the dark limo tint.

Ma’tee looked to his full-blooded Haitian soldiers that sat around him, all armed with semi-automatic pistols and ready for whatever. When the limo stopped in front of the house, he exited the limo calmly and rang the doorbell, his goons positioned behind him.

Breeze answered the door, and her smile quickly faded when she noticed the Haitian men at her doorstep. “Aghh!” she screamed.

“No need to scream, Diamond princess,” Ma’tee stated calmly, realizing that he was standing in front of the only daughter of his sworn enemy, Carter Diamond. “Me come peacefully to talk with de head of de Cartel.”

At that moment, Taryn came gliding into the room. “What are you screaming about, Breeze? Who is …” Her words trailed off, and her eyes turned cold as she stared into the eyes of Ma’tee, the man who had murdered her husband in cold blood.

“How dare you!” Taryn screamed as tears filled her eyes. She smacked Ma’tee across the face with all her might. Her rage was apparent, and she stood her ground, even though fear gripped her heart.

Ma’tee’s soldiers tensed up at her reaction, but again Ma’tee instructed them to stand down.

“Go and get your brothers.” Taryn spoke calmly but sternly, yet her eyes never left those of the enemy. She didn’t want to give them the pleasure of seeing her intimidated.

Breeze ran out of the room to get her brothers.

“Me come in peace,” Ma’tee repeated when Mecca and Monroe appeared.

“Fuck mu’fuckas coming to the estate!” Mecca screamed. He immediately pulled two .45's from his waistline and trained them on Ma’tee.

“We need to talk,” Ma’tee stated. “As chu can see, chu family is not untouchable, young Mecca. If me wanted to bring malice to chu door, chu sista and mutha would be dead right now. Me come to call a truce.”

“Only after you murdered my father and we put the heat on your ass. You’re here because of what happened at your daughter’s birthday party.
You
are not untouchable, Ma’tee. If we wanted to bring malice to your door. then you would’ve buried your fucking daughter last week,” Monroe stated calmly. He pulled his own 9 mm from his waistline and rested it in his palm at his side.

“Me understand. Bloodshed came to close to me home wit’ me baby girl. Me will stand down if de Cartel will.”

Mecca yelled, “I’m-a murder your fucking daughter, mu’fucka. Fuck a truce, bitch. You took my father, I take her—Fair exchange ain’t no robbery!”

“Yuh kill me daughter, ah kill you sister, then what, young soldier? De Cartel has nothing to lose by calling a truce. Yuh keep yuh territory and we all gain peace of mind.”

Monroe knew that a truce made sense, but was reluctant to make a deal with the devil. “How do we know you will keep up your end?”

“Me a man. Me will keep me word. Me word is all me have.” Ma’tee held out his hand.

Monroe stared contemptuously at Ma’tee’s hand, rage burning in his heart from the fresh wound of his dead father. He knew that the truce was a wise decision, at least for the time being. He shook Ma’tee’s hand firmly, staring him in the eye. Monroe’s gaze was nothing short of menacing, and it held an underlying message. One that said he had not forgotten what Ma’tee had done to his father.

“We have an understanding. Now see yourself off of our property,” Monroe stated. He watched as the Haitians retreated and the limo disappeared beyond the security gates. Money turned to Mecca and said, “Go handle that stupid mu’fucka at the gates. Dead his ass. They should’ve never made it to the door.”

Mecca stormed out of the house and walked across the large manicured lawn while Ma’tee and his limo approached the steel gate. They reached the exit at the same time, and Ma’tee rolled down his window.

The guard posted at the gate looked at Mecca approaching and then shifted his gaze back to Ma’tee.

“I just thought you should know why you’re about to die,” Ma’tee said as he lit a cigar and rolled his window back up.

At that exact moment Mecca reached the guard and removed his chrome 9 mm Ruger.

“Me-Mecca, I didn’t know that was—”
BOOM!

Mecca didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. The guard’s life was ended instantly as the hollow-point bullet ripped through his skull. Mecca then hit the button to open the gate for Ma’tee’s limo, and ice grilled the car as it rolled away toward safety.

Truce or no truce, I’m going to avenge Poppa’s murder. Niggas got me fucked up.

*    *    *

Carter was finally home after being in Miami for the past couple of weeks. He walked into his spacious two-bedroom that sat in a suburban area just outside Flint, Michigan. Carter took a deep breath as he realized how good it felt to be there. His condo was small but comfortable. He had just purchased it a year earlier. He always said, when his money got right, he would move out of the hood, and that’s exactly what he did.

The brick walls were ornamented with various Afro-centric paintings. A large picture of Bob Marley smoking a joint and playing his guitar hung above the fireplace. The place was definitely a bachelor’s pad, but Carter had decorated it pretty well. He tossed the duffle bag full of money onto his brown sectional sofa and pulled his gun from his waist and placed it on the bar-style kitchen countertop.

Carter was getting money in Flint, and it wasn’t a secret. For every getting-money dope man, there were a hundred broke niggas, so Carter knew that he was a target for the local stick-up kids in his old neighborhood. Moving out of the hood was not an option after Carter began to become a heavyweight in the streets.

Just as he was about to walk to the refrigerator and toss out some of the food he had left there, he heard a noise coming from the back.
What the fuck was that?
Carter scooped up his gun and listened closer. He heard commotion coming from his back room and knew that someone was trying to find his stash. His street instincts immediately kicked in. He switched his banger off safety and began to creep to the back.

As he got closer, he saw that his guest bedroom was where the noises were coming from. His door was closed, so he crept up and kicked it open, his gun drawn.

The big-butt Latino woman screamed, “Oh, daddy! Fuck me,
papi!”
as Ace beat it from the back.

The sounds of Ace’s balls smacking against the woman’s genitalia filled the air, and his chain jingled on his bare chest as he continued to sex the girl, while Carter pointed his gun at him. Carter smiled and lowered his gun as he chuckled to himself. He was laughing at how crazy his best friend was. He didn’t even stop pumping when he saw Carter bust in. The girl was so busy getting her back blew out, she didn’t even notice Carter come in.

Ace looked at his best friend and threw his head up, greeting him while still pleasing himself.

Carter walked out shaking his head from side to side. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to leave an extra set of keys with Ace. He’d told Ace to come in and check on his spot periodically, not bring his jump-offs there. “That nigga is wildin',” Carter said in irritation as he walked to his living room and tossed his gun on the couch.

Ace and Carter had been best friends since third grade and were more like brothers than anything else. Carter didn’t like the fact that Ace had a chick up in his spot, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to cock-block his man, but he was surely going to express his discomfort later.

Carter took a seat on his couch and felt his cell phone vibrate on his hip. He looked at the caller ID and smiled. It was Miamor calling.
I got to stay focused. I’m going to get at her later,
he thought to himself as a small grin spread across his face.

Carter wanted to pick up for her, but he wanted to stay focused on his brief return home. He was planning to move to Miami and get on his hustle. He figured Miami was a good place for him to take over and join the family business. He saw more money in the three weeks in Miami than in a year hustling in Flint. The move was a must for him.

Just as Carter finished his thought, Ace came from the back, buttoning up his Sean John jeans.

“Fam, what’s good? I thought you weren’t coming back for a week or so?” Ace walked over to the bar and rested his hands on the counter.

Carter remained silent and just looked at him with a piercing stare.

Ace knew that his right-hand man was upset with him, so he tried to make light of the situation. “Did you see that ass on that broad?” He nodded his head in the direction of the back room.

Just before Carter could tell Ace about himself, the naked Latino woman came walking out, and all eyes were on her. She walked out without a care in the world, as if she wasn’t butt naked. Her behind was so big, you could literally sit a cup on top of it and it wouldn’t move. The only thing she wore was red pumps, and her plump, voluptuous ass cheeks shifted sides with every stride. The nonstop jiggling had the two men in a trance.