The Hustler's Daughter {DC Bookdiva Publications} (3 page)

“Dirty
money,” he nodded his head in approval.

   “It’s
fifty thousand.” Don spoke with confidence. “Half of what I gave my supplier.”
Lieutenant Coffins looked at the money, placed it back in the bag, and handed
it to one of the security guards.  He then stood up and looked at Don.

He
pointed to him and said, “Right this way.”

They
followed the lieutenant onto the elevator and rode it down into the basement.
It reeked of death and destruction.  Don covered his nose and pursed his lips
together as he inhaled the smell of people who perished under the lieutenant’s
command. The room was filled with large marble coffins. There had to be at
least one hundred coffins filled with dead bodies.

   “What’s
this?” Don was puzzled. He looked around wondering what the hell was going on.
Lieutenant Coffins pointed and motioned with his hand for them to come over.
Don and Roy slowly walked toward the coffins. They watched closely as the
lieutenant opened one. The coffin contained a   decomposing dead body. Don had
a baffled look on his face. He looked back at Roy who just shook his head.

   “I
know this looks crazy, but if you want your fucking product to get to its’
destination-then you’re going to have to do it this way.” Lieutenant Coffins
said with a harsh tone. Don wasn’t intimidated by his tone and didn’t bother
reacting. The only thing he cared about at this point was getting his product
on the streets of New York.

“Mata
bring me the knife.” The lieutenant said to one of his security guards. Mata
walked off and returned with a knife, he carefully handed it to his boss. Don
watched as the lieutenant removed the dead person’s jacket and cut his body
down the middle. Don grimaced, but he kept watching; he was curious about this
process. He focused on what the lieutenant was going to do next.

“…the
product?” the Lieutenant held his hand out. One of Vice’s workers grabbed the
duffle bags, opened one up, and handed the lieutenant one kilo. He placed the
coke inside the dead person’s body. Mr. Carter was truly fascinated as he
watched the Lieutenant perform his magic.

Don
was impressed after the initial demonstration; he was pleased that the
lieutenant was the person helping him. Vicente called a few of his workers in.
They grabbed the duffle bags and began to work, filling up a few more bodies
with the kilos of coke.

“Now
after this is done, I will give you a call to let you know when the drop is
made. From here on out, I have everything under control.” Lieutenant Coffins
assured Don.

“Thank
you Lieutenant. It was nice doing business with you.” Don shook the
lieutenant’s hand. Don walked out of the mansion feeling like a mastermind. He
couldn’t wait to get back to New York. He had just secured a better connection,
which led to another connection that would easily net him tens of millions of
dollars-maybe even more.

Forbidden Love

The
night life was beautiful in Santiago de Cuba. The palm trees danced to the
rhythm of the beautiful breeze. The waves clung together and crashed against
the shore. Cuban music filled the air and people filled the streets dancing and
lingering around.

Don
and Roy Carter stood at the bar at Casa de la Trova, the area’s hottest night
spot. Don leaned his back against the bar and his eyes focused on Vicente’s
daughter, Maria. Her long straight hair was now done into a deep wavy style
that flowed flawlessly down her back. She rocked a pink tube top that
accentuated her succulent breasts. He gazed at her diamond navel ring, which
glistened from across the room as she moved her body to the beat of the music.

The
white Hawaiian skirt she wore gave her a classy look. To set it all off, she
wore 3 inch white stilettos with strings crawling up her legs. Her ears were
accessorized with huge diamond earrings which were hidden by her thick hair.
They occasionally made appearances when her hair swayed side to side as she
danced. She wore a Tiffany diamond bracelet on her left arm and a Tiffany
diamond necklace hung high on her neck.

   Don’s
eyes were glued to her.  He needed Maria in his life. She was a very beautiful
woman, and he was too smart to pass her by.

“Don,
you know you can’t have her.” Roy told his brother, as he noticed him keeping
tabs on Maria. “You can’t mix business with pleasure,” Roy warned. Don paid him
no attention; he was in a zone. He grabbed his glass of Patron, took a sip, and
walked across the floor. He took a seat next to Maria and continued to admire
her beauty.

   “Can
I have a Cuban Mojito please?” Maria asked the bartender as she placed her hand
under her chin. She glanced over with a sly look on her face when she noticed
Don slide onto the stool next to her.

   “May
I help you?” she asked kindly.

“Yes
you can…I want to get to know you.” Don said bluntly with no need to beat
around the bush.

“My
father would kill you.” Maria’s heavy Cuban accent came out.

“Excuse
me?” Don asked with a bewildered look on his face. The bartender came back over
and placed her drink on the table. Maria grabbed her drink and continued…“My
father would kill you if he found out that we talked.” She casually stated.

Don
stared at her as he eyed her lips wrapped around the tiny straw; they were full
and glistening. He desperately wanted to reach over and give her a seductive
kiss.

“He
doesn’t have to find out.” Don smirked.

“My
father knows everything.” Maria assured him as she finished her drink and got
up, “Everything.” She said with an intense look in her eyes and with a serious
tone.

 “Sorry,
but I have to go.” Maria walked away and Don followed after her. He caught up
to her and gently pulled her arm. Maria turned to face him with eyes full of
lust. Don returned the gaze. They both knew what they wanted, and that was each
other.

“Just
dance with me,” Don smiled at Maria giving her his best puppy dog eyes. Maria
grinned while shaking her head side to side, but she reluctantly gave in.

A
popular very Cuban song came on, and Maria loved it. She had to dance to this
one. She was about to put her hips to work. She hadn’t been out in a while;
Vicente didn’t allow her and Alana to do much. They spent the majority of their
time working around the house.

“Alright,”
Maria smiled, “You’re lucky this is my song.” She said as she clapped her hands
together several times, “Let’s go.” Don stood behind her and grabbed her
gyrating hips. They began dancing to the beat. He was impressed with her dance
moves, but he was a little embarrassed because he could hardly keep up with
her. Don was a gangster and he didn’t have to dance.  When he went to a party
he would just stand off to the side with his burner on his waist and a bottle
in his hand.

Maria
sang the song as she seductively danced with Don. All eyes were on them
tonight. Not only was she a pretty and very intelligent woman, she could also
dance with the best of them.

Throughout
the night, Maria and Don drank heavily. In between drinks, they were on the
floor grinding their bodies together as they laughed and chatted. Maria even
took the time to show him some moves, she was trying to help him keep up with
her.

“Let’s
get out of here.” Maria leaned in and whispered in his ear. Without hesitation,
Don quickly grabbed her hand and led her to the door. Maria stopped in her
tracks and looked both ways before stepping out into the street.

They
walked across the street to the Casa Granda hotel. Maria stayed out of sight
while Don secured a room.  Once he was given the key, they both hopped on the
elevator. She pressed her back against the elevator wall and bit down on the
bottom of her lip, staring at Don. He felt her gaze and turned to her; their
lustful eyes met.

They
stepped out of the elevator and Maria walked in front of him and slid the hotel
room card into the lock, opening up the door. Once inside the room, their lips
quickly met each other’s. The hotel key fell from her fingers and onto the
carpet. Maria wrapped her arms around his neck as Don ran his fingers through
her long hair. They fell back onto the king-sized bed.

Don
started placing kisses on her neck. Maria let out soft moans as he removed her
tube top. He made his way down to her chest and began passionately licking
around her nipples. He pulled down her skirt and was happy to find out that she
wasn’t wearing any panties. He smiled as he put his tongue to work. He licked
her clit up and down until she was dripping wet. Maria grabbed the white linen
sheets and balled up her fists as she let out loud seductive moans. She loved
the way Mr. Carter was pleasing her, and she grabbed his head and moved her
hips in circular motions. She was swept away by his touch and lost in a state of
euphoria.

“Fuck
me Don.” She yelled, getting impatient. Don pulled down his pants and rummaged
through his pocket for a condom, but he didn’t have any. He came to Cuba for
business; he didn’t know he would be fucking.

“Shit,
I don’t have a rubber Ma.” Don told her. She didn’t care and covered his mouth
with passionate kisses. Don took that as a yes and continued on his mission.

He
took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He grabbed his dick and slid
inside of her. She passionately held onto him as he slowly gave it to her.

Stroke
after stroke, Maria grabbed his back and dug her French manicured nails into it
tearing into Don’s flesh. She couldn’t keep her composure, her legs started
shaking hysterically. She loved the way he was pounding her; she had never felt
this good.

As
she lay on her back enjoying every second of orgasmic bliss, Don leaned forward
as he took her nipples into his mouth and sucked on them slowly. Maria wasn’t
done yet, and wanted to show him what she was working with. She motioned for
him to go on the bottom as they rolled over and switched positions. Maria was
now on top and she slowly went to work. She masterfully rode his dick up and
down. Don moaned loudly as he looked up at her.  He grabbed her hips and
watched her titties bounce up and down in his face.

Maria
groaned as they continued to make love. This didn’t feel like just sex; there
were some emotions attached. Don released his juices inside of her walls and
within seconds she climaxed again. It was almost as if it was planned. After
they were done, Maria collapsed onto his chest as Don held her in his arms.
They fell asleep in each other’s firm grasp like they were husband and wife.

The
next morning at 7:45 AM the sun started creeping through the hotel window. Don
lay beside Maria still holding her while they slept. His cell phone started
vibrating on the table. He carefully removed his arm from around her waist
trying not to wake Maria up. He turned around and retrieved his cell phone from
the night stand along with his Rolex. Don answered his phone and it was his
brother Roy.

“What’s
good wit’ cha bro?” Roy asked as Don answered the phone. “Yo bro, I’m at the
hotel that was across from the bar…chill the fuck out…I’m on the way.” Don
closed his phone while his brother was still talking. He got up quietly and
stepped into his pants and slid on his shirt. He watched as Maria silently
slept like an infant. Her long hair flowed down her back, and the white linen
sheets were wrapped around her curvaceous body.

After
he got dressed, he wrote his phone number on a piece of paper and placed it on
the nightstand. He bent down and kissed her on her forehead, after he gently
brushed her hair back to remove the pieces of hair that were in her face.
Before exiting the room, Don looked over his shoulder and saw she was still
resting like a sleeping beauty. He didn’t want to leave like this, but his
flight was scheduled to depart at 9:00 AM. He had to go back to New York City
to make his money.

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Maria
woke up and rolled over in the bed to find Don absent. She slowly got up and
ran her fingers through her thick hair as she looked around the room searching
for Don. She sucked her teeth as she snatched the sheets from her nude body and
tossed her legs across the bed. Maria got up still naked and walked across the
room. She headed straight into the bathroom.

 She
used the bathroom, took a shower, and rinsed her mouth out using the mouthwash
the hotel gave her. After finishing up in the bathroom, she emerged and walked
over to the bed. She looked over at the clock and it read 8:00 AM.

“Shit!”
Maria yelled as she quickly grabbed her clothes from the floor and put them on,
“Dad’s gonna kill me!” Maria mumbled as she slipped on her skirt and sat on the
bed to put on her heels. She placed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and
from the corner of her eye she noticed a white piece of paper sticking out from
the night stand. Maria turned her head, reached her hand over and grabbed the
piece of paper.

A
gracious smile appeared across her face as she read the paper. On it, Don wrote
his phone number and the comment, ‘one day I will make you my wife.’