Cartier Cartel (35 page)

"Yeah, I told a few people-"

"What? Why would you do that? What's wrong with you!"

"I didn't know that we had anything to hide. We've been together now
for months-"

"I can't believe this," Cartier yelled. She was humiliated. She physically
wanted to vomit. "Who did you tell? I need to know."

Monya couldn't understand why Cartier was freaking out. They loved
each other and she didn't think they needed to hide anything. She was happy
with Cartier and felt Cartier was happy with her. In fact, she'd just told Jason
only minutes ago. "Well, right before I came in, Jason called me and asked
were the rumors true. When I told him they were, he asked if we would do a
threesome with him. You know I cursed that little dick motherfucker out."

Cartier blinked a million times hoping she could blink away the reality of
the situation. She didn't know if Monya was stupid or spiteful.

"I'm very upset right now," Cartier exclaimed. "You had no right to tell
people that I'm a lesbian."

"But we are together," Monya reasoned.

"But I'm not a lesbian!" Cartier screamed like a crazy woman. "Look,
Monya, I don't know what we're doing here, but this isn't permanent. You
and I are only a temporary situation. We can't live like this forever and raise
our kids."

"Cartier, I love you," Monya said. She was still holding the groceries she
brought in and finally placed them down. "I thought you felt the same way."

"I do love you, Monya, but I'm not a lesbian. You need to understand
that."

Now it was Monya's turn to yell and scream. "Stop labeling us! We are
what we are and we shouldn't have to define it or apologize either. What are
you afraid of? Rumors? Gossip? Who the fuck cares about those miserable
motherfuckers? They should only wish that they had what we have."

"Monya, why did you have to tell people before speaking with me first?"
Cartier sounded defeated. So many thoughts were running around in her
head. From her mother, Trina, to her husband, Jason, to her friend, Bam, and
all of Brooklyn, she thought she would be too embarrassed to face anyone, let
alone explain her actions or new lifestyle.

"Look, I'm sorry. Don't be mad with me, but I've been so happy lately
that I couldn't hold it in any longer." Monya softly touched Cartier's face. "I've
finally found someone who loves me and not just my pussy. All these years,
men have used me like a slave. Fucking and sucking for a few dollars and a
temporary companion. They all treated me like I wasn't shit. As if I wasn't
worthy of a real relationship. They had me all wrong and didn't bother to get
to know me. The real me. Cartier, I love you because you love my flaws and
all. I was wrong and I made a mistake. If you care about what people think,
then let's move away. Leave all this bullshit behind. We don't need these twofaced miserable people"

"Leave and go where?" Cartier asked. She was spent.

"I don't know. We could go to North Carolina or Atlanta and buy a house.
We could get jobs and make new friends and start a new life," Monya stated
emphatically. "Let's just leave the baggage behind."

"A house, huh? With what money? Maybe I can just call up Jason and
ask for thirty grand to put a deposit on a house. I'm sure he'd love to give it
to me." Cartier's comment dripped with facetiousness and defeat. She didn't
know if she was coming or going.

"Fuck Jason," Monya spat. "I keep telling you we don't need that
motherfucker! I got connections. I still got my Cartel connections. I could
make a couple more runs and come up with at least fifty large:"

"Are you crazy?"

"What's the problem?"

"You can't go back out there hustling. It's too dangerous and totally not
worth it. You have your son to think about. Don't think about me, because
I'm not worth it either."

"But I don't want you to leave me," Monya said. Her voice was trembling
and bursting with fear. "I love you, Cartier. Please don't leave me."

Cartier and Monya made love that night. Cartier brought the heat, as
passionate as they had ever been together.

The next morning, Cartier got up and prepared to leave Monya for good.

ason had moved on as much as he could. He missed Cartier and
Christian. For him, it was hard to think about one without thinking
about the other. But at night, and even in the morning when he rolled out of
bed, it was Cartier that was on his mind. He had just stepped out of the shower
and looked around the bedroom. He didn't like what he saw. The house was
in shambles. Panties, bras, boxers, socks, jeans, and boots cluttered his world.
And worse than the bedroom, the bathroom and kitchen were both filthy as
hell. He hated this shit and that was an understatement.

He was pissed at himself, but who could he tell? His road dog, Wonderful,
was tired of him complaining about this and that. Wonderful wanted him to
handle his business-either break down and get Cartier and his seed back or
make a go of it with Pinky, his new live-in girlfriend, who didn't measure up
to Cartier.

And that was the problem for Jason. Pinky didn't measure up. In bed, she
was all that. She sucked his dick like a champ, including swallowing every
damn drop of his nut, and fucked him as if he had the best dick in the world.
But she was a trifling, lazy-ass bitch. When he let her move in, he didn't know
she was that damn nasty. Taking a shower after sex was a must for him, but
she refused to do that.

Jason missed Cartier. She kept a clean house and kept shit in order. He had no worries with Cartier. Even with all the junk he did, he never had to
worry about another brotha invading his territory. He wished he could say
the same thing about another woman, Monya in particular.

It wasn't cool in the streets for another bitch to take your woman. He
heard the whispers and knew the fairy tales about a woman taking your
woman meant you weren't hitting it right or didn't have her talking in tongues.
It was embarrassing, but he didn't give a damn. Every day, he hoped Cartier
would be walking through the front door, saying I'm home.

"You not going to get in the shower?" Jason asked loud enough to wake
Pinky up from her deep sleep.

Pinky struggled to focus on her surroundings. She was still getting used
to her bearings, waking up in Jason's house and not her mother's.

Her dry, pasty lips were practically sticking together. She almost had to
pry them open to speak. Yawning and stretching at the same time, she finally
spoke.

"You talking to me?" she giggled.

He looked at her and thought, What a complete fucking idiot. He was tired
of her dumbass and equally tired of all the damn giggling. He snapped, "Who
the fuck else would I be talking to?"

"Why you gotta be yelling? I can hear you"

Jason was spent. He didn't even know why he bothered.

"I said are you getting in the shower?" Jason said irritated.

"Why? We going somewhere?" Pinky stood and was still naked.

"Is that the only reason you'd get in the shower?"Jason asked. He couldn't
understand how she could allow herself as a female to be so nasty. He had to
practically threaten her to wash her ass like she was a child. Not allowing her
to answer, he continued. "OK, then. Yeah, we going in the living room so you
could clean the fuck up, so jump your funky ass in the shower and I'm not
going to tell you twice!"

His voice had risen from monotone to the brink of screaming. Startled, Pinky began to cry.

"I just worked my ass off sucking your dick in here earlier. Why I gotta
clean up? I'm tired. You know you could help clean up around here some
times. I'm not your maid. Shit, you don't pay me enough to be fucking you
and cleaning up."

Jason looked at the pitiful sight incredulously. What had he gotten
himself into? She was a lazy, ignorant air head who sat around drinking and
eating up his food all day. She didn't work nor was her ass going to college
as she had so adamantly professed in the beginning of their relationship. His
mind fast-forwarded ten years from now when her body wouldn't be as tight
and her pussy wouldn't be so wet, and got turned off. There wasn't any way he
was going to get caught out there. They didn't have any attachments and her
tears weren't going to save her.

"Are you retarded?" he asked. He honestly thought that she could be a
little touched.

"I'm very smart," she rebutted.

Before he could reply, his cell phone rang and the number didn't look
familiar, but he answered it anyway. Any distraction was welcomed.

"Hello," he barked.

"Jason? What's wrong?" Cartier asked.

"Who's this?"

There was a pregnant pause, "Your wife...

"I see you got the papers," he facetiously asked.

"Yes, I got them," she responded. And we need to talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Us?.

Jason's heart began to palpitate. He looked at Pinky, who was still waiting
to finish their argument. "What about us?" he said to Cartier.

"I want to come home," she pleaded.

Jason could hear something in her voice. He didn't know if it was love or desperation. Again, Jason looked at Pinky, who now suspected he was talking
to a female.

"Who's that on the phone?" Pinky's voice was loud enough to be heard
through the phone.

"You there with a bitch?" Cartier asked quickly.

As both women slung questions at Jason, his mind raced to handle both
women. His heart melted when he heard Cartier state that she wanted to
come home. He wanted nothing more.

"Yeah, I got a little situation," Jason said to Cartier. "Not anything that
can't be handled."

"Well, you better handle that situation before I come over there and
handle it for you. Please don't make me catch a case over some bullshit! You
better kick that whore out now!"

Cartier was back on her gangsta. She was like a lioness protecting her
territory and Jason liked every minute of it. Of course, he'd never let Cartier
get her hands on Pinky. She'd rip Pinky's fragile ass into pieces and Jason
didn't want that. He just wanted her out.

He was tempted to tell Cartier to back the fuck down, since she had been
licking and bumping pussy with Monya, but he let that pass. He missed his
lady and he wanted her back. He knew it would be nice to have Cartier and
Christian back where they belonged.

"You got it, ma," was his reply to Cartier. "I'll get that taken care of-"

"Oh, you are talking to a bitch!" Pinky yelled as her nostrils flared. She
bent down and tossed one of her stilettos at Jason's head. Luckily, he ducked
just in time. "You disrespectful motherfucker!"

Jason dropped the phone.

"Yo, what the fuck is your problem?"Jason shouted. "You lucky I don't hit
females, because I would have busted your shit open. I'm talking to my wife!"

"Fuck that bitch!" Pinky shouted back. "She don't mean nothing to me!
She fucking left you and now I'm supposed to respect her. Where was she when we were fucking earlier? Huh? Riddle me that, motherfucker." Pinky
was livid. How dare Jason scream on her to impress his wife. She'd never been
so humiliated in her life. It was bad enough that he wouldn't get rid of his
wife's clothes that still hung in the closet, or destroy her pictures. She wasn't
even cute to Pinky. "Her ugly ass!"