The Face That Launched A Thousand Bullets (The Cartel Publications Presents) (30 page)

“I feel bad you didn’t get anything to eat. I mean, you want to exchange numbers and hook up later?” she offered as she used his body to prevent from toppling over.

“Why eat in there if I can nibble on you?”

She laughed.

He winked.

She blushed.

“Let’s get out of here.” She said gripping his hand.

This was too easy. Jason had hoped there’d be a slight challenge since he had to take one for the team. But the way she was throwing that thing around, he was confident he’d have his dick in her mouth within the hour. And shortly after that, she’d be telling him everything he wanted to know. He wanted things to go smoothly because he knew Cray didn’t have any respect for him. He called him weak several times to his face and he wanted him to know he could be counted on.

“Ya’ll go head without me.” She said throwing them her car keys. “I’ll meet ya’ll back at my place.”

When she said that, he got a
good
look at the other two. When he did he noticed the one with the jeans was bad as shit! And with Baltimore being so small, he wondered why he didn’t see her fine ass around the city before. They were a little more reserved than the women he was accustomed to, all three of them. They reminded him of sophisticated businesswomen who were trying to be down.

“You not gonna introduce me to your friends?”

“Oh…,” she said swaying from left to right. “This is Angie,” she continued pointing at the one he wasn’t interested in. “And this is Lisa.”

“Lisa huh?” he said repeating her name while licking his lips.

Lisa was 5’5, with a peanut butter complexion. Not to mention she had a waist so small it made you wonder how it connected to an ass so fat.

Jason knew he was going way against everything Cray told him to, but there was no way he would not hit that pussy.

“Nice to meet you.” She said extending her hand before rubbing her index finger inside his palm. This was the universal sign of sex and Jason had all intentions of connecting with her as soon as possible.

“Well girls,” she said pulling him away from her friends, catching their glances. “I’ll get up with you later.”

They waived and jumped in her white Lexus as Carolyn went with Jason. He winked at Lisa before walking off.

“So where we goin’?” he asked, stuck with the one he didn’t want to be with.

“I’m coming with you.”

“Let’s not waste time then. Straight up, are you tryin’ to get a room?”

Jason was trying to irritate her so he could meet up with Lisa but it wasn’t working.

“Sure.” She smiled pleased and without hesitation.

“You neva did give me your name.” he told her trying to follow Cray’s plan.

“Carolyn. That’s all you need to know.” She said as he opened her car door and walked around to the driver’s side.

Five minutes into the drive he jumped back on script.

“Shit!” he said hitting the steering wheel.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked thinking he was about to go crazy on her.

“I can’t tell you.” He said under his breath. “You got me so fucked up that I forgot I had somewhere to be tonight.”

“Is it top secret?”

“No…it’s just that most females don’t like to hear certain shit. So I refrain from tellin’ em.”

“I’m not most females either.” She told him rubbing his thigh, afterward pulling up her blouse to expose her large breasts. Suddenly, she started to look better to him. “Now tell me what’s up.” She said stroking his shoulder as he turned down the roads, leading to the hotel in on Baltimore Harbor.

“Naw…I don’t want to fuck up.” He said shaking his head. “I’m already feelin’ you and I know if I tell you what I’m into, you gonna go the other way.” He continued as her hands moved up his six-pack abs.

“If you knew the kinda of stuff I see you wouldn’t even say that. Besides, I already know what you in to. I got an eye for those little details.”

“Oh really?” he said looking at her as she spread her legs, lifted her skirt and fondled her pussy. “Now tell me what I’m in to.” He continued as he took his free hand and pushed a finger within her wetness. Her walls contracted on it.

“Let’s just say this…you’re not a choir boy.”

“And how you know I’m not?”

“’Cause choir boys don’t look like money. And I associate with somebody major out West and know how ya’ll get down.”

She began to gyrate onto his finger and there was no way in hell he’d be able to operate a motor vehicle under those circumstances. If she kept it up, he wouldn’t have to waste any money on a room either. Jason decided to pull over and watch the freak show.

Jason slid his finger out, laid back against the window and busted out laughing. Mentally he kept a record that his right index finger went into her, that way he wouldn’t put it in his face.

“What’s so funny?” she asked looking down at herself and than back at him.

“Somebody major out West huh?” he laughed harder. “You don’t know nothin’ bout dese streets out here. You probably from the county. Where you live at? Owings Mills or somethin’?”

“I do know about these streets!” she said pulling her dress down looking at him seriously. “Don’t let the white face fool you!”

“Hold up.” He said getting serious. “You don’t smoke that shit do you? Cause when I was talkin’ bout knowin’ the streets I’m was talkin’ bout bizness, not getting’ high.”

“I don’t smoke!” she said getting angrily. “Why would you even say some shit like that?”

“Cuz don’t no white broads be in the streets that’s why…unless they on that shit!”

She looked at him and laughed. “Honey my father may be well connected, but I’m not. I know more shit than you think I do. Trust me, and I’ll leave it at that.”

He’d heard enough. She would serve her purpose. But first, he had to make her fall for him and be willing to tell him anything he wanted to know. The easy part was getting
confirmation
, the tough part was getting the
information
.

“I’m sorry.” Jason said rubbing her thigh. “Let’s not talk about that bullshit no more. I’m tryin’ to get to know you.”

“I thought you had somewhere to be.”

“I do, but what’s important right now is you and findin’ out where your head is at. And right now I’d like it to be right here,” he said pointing to his dick. “You cool wit that?”

“Yeah.” She said rubbing his abs again.

“Damn…your lips look soft.” He lied.

“They are.” She smiled making them perky.

“Why don’t you prove it…show me how soft they are.”

She went in to kiss him and he gently pushed her head into his lap and unzipped his jeans.

“Show me right here.”

Without hesitation, she removed his dick and sucked him like a pro. His head fell back into the headrest as he pumped in and out her mouth. Placing his penis in her hands, she licked the sides of it, and circled her tongue around the tip. When she got his entire shaft wet, she took as much of him into her throat as possible, without gagging. Jason felt a wave coming over him as he held her head in the palm of his hand like a basketball. She was bobbing up and down like she was loving it, and she was.

“Oh shit!” he moaned as he opened his eyes briefly to see a few cars passing by. “Keep dat shit right there.”

Up and down she moved until she could feel him pulsating in her throat.

“Ahhhhhhhh shiitt!” he moaned exploding on her lips just seconds after she closed her mouth. “Fuck! Dayum girl!!!” he said adjusting his pants. “You gonna make a nigga marry yo ass.”

“I bet a county girl don’t know how to do that shit.” She bragged wiping her mouth with her hands. She swallowed every drip.

“You ain’t lyin’ bout that. I’m keepin’ ya ass around.”

“And why is that?” she smiled.

“’Cause I got to.”

Jason knocked on Blunt’s door waiting to give Cray the details on his case like he asked him to. A few seconds later Blunt opened the door and gave Jason a pound.

“Dat nigga’s downstairs.” Blunt said as Jason followed.

Once in the basement, he saw Cray rolling a blunt and running a lighter under it to harden the surface. Blunt plopped down on the recliner.

“So what happened?” Cray asked.

“You was right. That bitch knows everything.”

“Cool. You stuck to the plan right? Didn’t do more than you had to?”

Jason remembered introducing himself to Lisa, and how he was sure to fuck her but didn’t think that counted.

“Naw, yo.” He said looking at the TV. “I stuck to the plan.”

“Don’t play games, Jason. Did you do everything like we talked about?” he asked pointing at him.

“Yeah, man! Everything went smooth.”

“Cool…cool.”

“So afta I get everything, what you got for me next?” he wondered.

“Nothin’. I’m keepin’ you on her as long as possible. Once she gives you names spots and locations, play her even closer. We don’t want her thinkin’ that’s the only reason you stepped to her ass. I don’t need Melody’s ass expectin’ shit until it’s too late.”

“But when do I get to be more hands on with ya’ll?”

“What the fuck is this hands on shit you keep talkin’ about? You obsessing over this shit.” Cray laughed. “Cuz without the addresses and locations, there’s nothin else to plan. Now step.”

“So, this all you want me to do? Play babysitter? I’m the only one wit time served on them streets. Let me help wit the set-up or somethin’, man.” He was desperately trying to prove to Cray he was tough, but he could see right through his cookie dough exterior.

“Not until you’re ready and I’ll know. For now…stick to the plan. Get as much info as possible. And when it’s time, I’ll give you something else. Got it?”

“Got it.” He said as he walked hurriedly up the stairs.

But inside, Jason was furious.

Nyzon Peate

BWI Parkway

Half Crazy

N
yzon was driving down the street leaning to the side. He just hooked up with Angel and everything was good. He took her shopping and pretty much bought up Georgetown. He dropped at least five thousand on her. Although he was kicking dough, it wasn’t to buy her time. It was to make her see what she’d lost once he was gone. He had plans to get her so mentally fucked up that she’d crawl on her hands and knees to be with him. He always believed the girl of his dreams would drop to their needs one time or another.

Things were looking up for Nyzon. The meeting with Cray was tomorrow and he had his crew and money together. It was just a matter of time before he’d be paid in full. He pulled into the gas station to fill up and was on his way to see Angel when the moment he swiped his debit card, he saw Monesha leaning on his driver’s door.

“Where have you been?” she asked staring him down, arms folded. She was wearing a black hoodie.

This bitch is trippin’!
He thought. He wondered how she knew where he was. His skin crawled when he realized he must’ve been followed and he didn’t realize. In the game he was in, this was a major no-no.

“What are you doin here?” he was five seconds from cussing her out.

“I’m askin’ the questions!” she told him eyes red from crying. “I’ve been calling you for months now! Everybody in the family’s heard from you but me.” She said as she walked over to him, hands tucked inside the pockets of her hoody. “So why are you ignorin’ me, Nyzon?”

“I’m not ignorin’ you.” He lied. “At least I’m not tryin’ to, but what you want me to do? Every time I try to talk to you, you’re pressuring’ me about comin over to your house and shit. It’s over between us.”

“It’s over?” she said her voice lowered and her fists balled up.

“I’m sorry, Monesha.” He said walking over to her and hugging her. “I been iggin’ you and I’m wrong. You shoulda told me.” He gripped her closely. “I’m gonna stay with you through this okay? You won’t be alone.”

“For real, Nyzon?”

“Fuck yeah. I wouldn’t have you going through something like this by yourself.”

“You don’t know how good it feels to hear you say that.” She wrapped her arms around him. It felt so good for her to finally be accepted by him. “I love you so much. I’m sorry for blowin’ up your phone too. I just wanted to talk to you and you wouldn’t answer my calls.”