The Face That Launched A Thousand Bullets (The Cartel Publications Presents) (42 page)

Tiara smiled lightly as she turned around to see Nyzon staring in her direction. She looked around the party, spotted Cray with two girls on each arm and mouthed, “Meet me outside.”

It was done.

Out Back

Tiara stood with her back faced the back door when Nyzon came out. It screeched a little alerting her that he was there.

He didn’t approach her right away. Instead he spent a few seconds admiring her physique under the night sky and wondered who wouldn’t want to be with her all the time. He thought Cray had lost his fucking mind by not wifing her immediately. He never wanted a woman more than he wanted her, and he knew she was the woman for him.
I know this woman’s made for me
. He thought again.

“Damn you look good.” He said behind her.

“And you look good too, Nyzon.” her back still toward him. “Or is it Shelton?”

“I’m sorry. And you’re not gonna believe me, but Shelton is my birth name. So I didn’t lie to you. And the real story is too long to tell you right now. I just wanted you to know, that this shit is killin’ me. I can’t see you wit that nigga.”

“It’s hard for me too.” She finally turned toward him and he could tell she had been crying. “Nyzon, I don’t know what this is between us, but I hated seeing you with that girl. Do you love her?”

“Fuck that bitch!” Nyzon wanted her to know off the back that Angel was not a problem.

“Good…cause I can’t
not
talk to you. I can’t
not
see you. You’re the only thing in my life that’s consistent. And…I’m not ready to let you go.” Her eyes looked at the ground before meeting his again. “So what do we do?”

“You follow my lead. And be with me tonight.”

“But what about Cray? He may look for me.”

Nyzon could’ve been a grimy ass nigga and told her he knew Cray had already arranged to fuck the twins he was running around with but instead he said, “Do you trust me?”

She smiled and said, “You don’t have to ask.”

What they didn’t know was that Jason was on the side of the building, fucking Felecia and overhearing everything.

At The Hyatt Hotel, Baltimore Inner Harbor

The music played softly in the hotel room. And this would be the first time they made love. Tiara relatively experienced in the bedroom, took two steps back from Nyzon, unzippened her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. She was completely nude. Her sexy and perfect body caused Nyzon an immediate hard on. Afterwards she unfastened his pants, removed his shirt, and looked at his rock hard chest and fit body. His dick stood at full attention.

Their lips met as their bare skin touched. For ten minutes they stood on the floor and danced quietly to the music, holding each other closely. When Nyzon couldn’t take it anymore, he lifted her up and put her softly in the bed. For a second, they held each other and looked into each other’s eyes.

“You’re made for me.” They said at the same time. “I feel like my world was rocked when you came into my life.” He said.

She laughed.

“What’s funny?” He asked.

“My father told me that would happen once I met the right one. I feel the same.”

It was eerie, but real, that Nyzon Peate and Tiara Cartier had fallen in love. He eased into her as his eyes remained open the entire time. Her wetness told him she was feeling him.

They made love ten times that night, back to back. For the first time, she reached and orgasm and she had Nyzon to thank. And in the morning she went home, like nothing happened.

And Cray didn’t even know she was gone.

Crayland Bailor

West Baltimore

Poppin’

C
ray, Jinx, Vic and Jason were in Mondawmin mall flossing. Each of them had over ten thousand dollars on them a piece as they hit the stores.

“Cray…let me holla at you for a sec.” Jinx said.

“What’s up?” he asked as they walked away from the Bmore crew while they walked into a store.

“Yo Jason is gettin’ reckless wit his mouth game. He stay tellin’ mothafuckas what blocks we got. How we gettin’ our money and all this otha bullshit. Yo be braggin’ like shit, Cray. So if niggas wanted to, no doubt they could hit our heads. He dangerous, man.”

Cray was quiet because he also noticed he had a mouth-piece on him. And the only reason he didn’t deal with it earlier was that he was hoping it would go away. And Jason was his man, and he couldn’t push off on him like he normally would somebody else.

“Oh…and I heard when you put him on Swizz’s broad, he started fuckin’ wit her home girl and almost fucked everything up. The chick was runnin’ around tellin’ everybody that he was a bum nigga. It almost fucked us up.”

Now
that
he didn’t know. Something was going to have to give. Cray just needed time to think.

“I’m on it. Thanks for lettin’ me know.”

“No doubt,” he said giving him a pound. “I been tryin’ to tell you all day, but Jason be on you like a leech.”

Cray grinned, still fucked up about what was said.

They walked slowly back into the store and tried to pretend as if nothing happened. But Cray was going to pull Jason up before shit got out of control.

“Yo…give me six boxes of them timbs in all colors…size 13.” Cray told the sales person in Foot Action as he pulled out his cash and flung a grand on the counter. “And throw in a couple of the plain white-t’s, size double X.”

There were a bunch of females inside of the store hoping to be seen by Cray and his crew. Although they would’ve settled for either one of them, they really wanted Cray because he had money, power and respect.

“Ya, ass buyin’ up everything.” Jason said as he brought ten pairs of sneakers to the counter his self. “Aye, let me get that New York Yankees fitted size 7 and a quarter.”

Jinx and Vic had four bags full of clothes from Changes and grabbed a few timbs for themselves too. By the time they left Foot Action, the manager had to place an order just to restock her store.

“Yo…I hope ya asses don’t fake on me tomorrow night.” Jason said as they walked down the mall. “Cause club Choices gonna be off da chain!”

“I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ no club Choices.” Vic told him. “I’m goin’ to New York.”

“Well I’m wit it.” Jinx said trying to handle his bags.

“Good. But I think that bitch Nesha gonna be there. I don’t feel like dealin’ wit her dumb ass.” Jason said. “She always runnin’ her mouth tellin’ niggas we fuckin’.”

“Anyway, nigga, the other day you were hollerin’ about her givin’ you the crucial ass head job! Now you actin’ like you don’t know the skeezer.” Vic laughed.

“Make up ya mind, yo,” Jinx chimed in.

“Fuck that, bitch.” Cray added walking to the doors leading to the parking lot.

“I just fuck her. She got some good pussy.”

“My man said she got that shit. You betta get checked.” Vic said. “Or that lil mothafucka gonna fall off” he joked.

“What shit?” Jason asked walking toward Cray’s car. “She got the AIDS?”

Whooooom. Crash. Whooooom. Whoooom.

“What the fuck?!” Jason yelled hitting the ground.

“Awwwww shit!” Vic screamed holding his arm, blood spurting from all angles to the concrete. “I been shot.”

Whooooom. Crash! Whoooom. Crash!

Bullets continued to fly, smashing the cars around them. People were running and screaming everywhere.

“Somebody shootin’.” Jinx yelled as they hid behind a white Suburban.

“No shit, nigga!” Cray said grabbing his heat from his pants.

When Jinx looked around the truck, he saw Doles, the nigga he robbed a few months earlier.

“Fuck!” Jinx screamed. “That’s the nigga Doles. How the fuck they knew we were here?” He asked although he already suspected Jason.

“A’ight…we gotta hit his ass or else he gonna keep coming.” He said looking at them and then at Vic. “You gone be a’ight man. We gonna get you out of here.”

With Jason, Vic and Jinx looking at him for direction, Cray knew he had to step up. If he didn’t get them out of this, he’d never be able to save face. He had to think.

If this nigga got away, he and his crew might as well leave the city because everyone would be coming for their heads. He knew Jinx was a good shot, but the way this nigga was busting off, he’d never get a good view. He had to be the one and he was crazy enough to do it.

To pump himself up he thought about every foul thing that happened to him in his life. And when he was filled with enough anger, hate and greed, he stood up gun in hand, and fired bullets as he walked toward Doles.

“Cray, get down man!” Jason yelled as he saw him facing oncoming bullets.

Whoooom! Whooom! Pop! Pop! Pop!

Cray walked up on Doles firing and hit him right in the arm he was busting off with. Doles tried to pick up his weapon but Cray fired again, hittin him in the shoulder. Cray was maniacal as he approached him. When he was close enough, he saw his body fall on a silver Altima leaving a bloody trail as he leaned on it and slid to the ground. A mother and her child sat nearby watching the entire thing.

“D…Don’t k…kill me, man.” Doles stuttered when Cray walked up on him and held his chest. “Please.”

“I like when my bitches beg.” Cray said standing over him barrel pointing in his face. With that he hit him in the chest again.

Pop!

When his eyes were closed he tucked his weapon in the back of his shirt and saw a woman and her child watching the entire thing.

“Am I gonna have problems from you?” he asked looking at her quizzically.

She shook her head no, holding her child closely.

“Don’t hurt us…please.”

“Give me your wallet.” He demanded.

She did and he removed the driver’s license and tucked it in his pocket throwing the wallet back in her lap.

“Just in case.” He said walking away.

He got three feet ahead of her and figured it was best to take care of loose ends.

Cray proved then that he was even more vicious than he realized. But it wasn’t the first time he murdered somebody, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last.