Cartel Dreams: A Love Story (15 page)

“Let this serve as a motherfucking warning.” Montana patted my back with pride as we moved back through the house towards the way we came.

We jetted back down the stairs and out the back door into the darkness. Tucking the guns and bolted to the van, one of the goons revved it up and sped off. I made the right decision and everyone approved. I couldn’t look weak in front of the squad especially since they were depending on me to lead them to the promise land.

Anyway, there was no way the captain would have let that shit go. He and his wife had to go. It was the law of the street. I was sure that once we left there they would have tons of law enforcement on our asses moments later. It didn’t help that he knew one of my hot spots too. The unspoken elephant in the room was the fact that we didn’t hit the kids. But they didn’t see shit so they got to breathe. Besides, I wasn’t that ruthless that I had to take out a couple of babies who didn’t have shit to do with the greed of their parents.

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A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah

A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah

A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah

Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like

Don't like, like, don't like, like

A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah

Don't like, like, don't like, like

A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah

Three hours later, I pulled up in front of the house in the mode of Chief Keef putting me in the mind frame of a gangsta. I turned it down feeling secure that it was back to business as usual. It was running like clockwork, hadn’t even skipped a beat. Montana and the crew were going to handle the rest of the cleaning needed to make sure wasn’t nothing going to be linked back to us. We were professionals in that aspect so I wasn’t worried about them not taking care of that shit. I looked up at my windows noticing my lights were turned on. Shorty was in there. I loved it. At the end of a long night, her angelic face was just what I needed to see to make everything alright.

I gave her the key just to start getting into the feeling of knowing what it was like to come home to someone I was really feeling. Pulling my IPhone out and checking my Xfinity app with the surveillance camera option, I skimmed through the footage to check all of her activity for the day while she was there. It seemed she wasn’t there as long as I thought she was but when I saw her in my office rummaging through shit casually I began to wonder what the hell her little nosey ass was looking for.

Then she opened the drawer with my extra side cash in it. Thinking back I realized I forgot to lock that damn cabinet when I grabbed some dough earlier, trying to rush up out the house to handle that business. My eyes watched as she took the money out holding it up like she was counting. It looked as if she was crying hard as hell for what I didn’t know. Fuck. I couldn’t trust her. It destroyed my heart to find out that this bitch was just like the rest of the hoes I had fucked with. Money hungry.

And, this was the reason why I never gave a bitch my heart. They could never be trusted. Just as I was about to cut the app off and go in the house to put her ass in her place before kicking her the fuck up out my shit, I watched as she put all of the money back in the drawer and walked out the room empty handed never returning. She didn’t even stuff anything down in her bra or nothing.

I sped the footage up until now and she never went back in the room. I misjudged her just that quickly. Now that was a real woman. That shit was real right there, so much in fact that it made a nigga cheese big as hell. I could trust her. The money might have hypnotized her for a second but it wasn’t enough to lose out on the best nigga she probably ever had. Daisy knew what she had in me. That was real.

Bright red, white, and blue lights flashed behind me coming from all directions within minutes. I checked my rear view mirror trying to figure out what the fuck they were doing and who the fuck they were surrounding.

“Shut the car off and step out the car,” a cop thundered over the loud speaker.

“Is there a problem officer?” I asked noticing they were all out of their cars with guns drawn like I was a threat to national security or some shit.

“Get the fuck out the car with your hands up,” they yelled again.

I stuffed my phone down deep in my pocket and slowly did what was asked of me. The commotion had immensely alerted the attention of everyone on the block. I couldn’t do shit but smile cause I knew these motherfuckas ain’t have shit on me. Daisy and her mom came out watching, trying to figure out what was going on. I gaped into Daisy’s eyes knowing that it was probably over. A good girl like her didn’t associate herself with hittas like me. She was a star. She deserved a legit nigga that didn’t put her through shit like this. Damn. I knew I lost her.

“Drop the fucking gun,” the cop yelled.

“My hands are high in the fucking air,” I guffawed loud as hell. “I ain’t even got no damn gun. What the fuck are y’all talking about man?”

“He ain’t even got a gun. Why the fuck is y’all fuckin’ with him?” Daisy screamed out, crying hysterically as her mom held her back from coming over to my aid. “Y’all just trying to find an excuse to fucking shoot him. Leave him alone. Let him go.”

“It’s all good shorty. I’ll be good.” I was surprised as fuck, my eyes were buck as hell shocked that shorty was down for a nigga. I knew I liked the hell out of that girl for a reason.

“No momma. They wrong. He’s not like that,” she continued to cry. “Let him go. I’m his fucking lawyer. Let him go.”

“Shut the fuck up motherfucka,” a black detective shouted as he took my hands from the air putting them behind my back to cuff me.

“Aye, what the fuck I do man?” I roared calmly. “Y’all gotta tell me why y’all arresting me and shit.”

“I ain’t gotta tell you shit nigga,” the detective whispered before escorting to the back of his unmarked car shoving me inside.

It was about to get real crazy but I couldn’t stop laughing. My only regret was that I didn’t get a chance to smoke the blunt in my ash tray and that I disappointed shorty. She was still outside acting a fool on the lawn screaming for these assholes to let me go. They ignored her and there were a few over there next to her trying to hold her back from coming over to me.

Daisy was relentless with the shit though. She wasn’t giving up for shit. I needed shorty on my team for real. I knew she was the one thing that would solidify by spot as a boss. She had real love for a nigga. I could see it running all through her. These bitch ass niggas think they can hold me. Whatever they had planned for me, it wouldn’t hold forever. Shorty was a down as chick and for sure wouldn’t stand for that.

Eventually they would have to let me go. ‘Cause they weren’t getting a single fucking word up out of me. I wasn’t saying shit. I laughed at the entire scene. The shit was extra funny to me. I’m saying that shit was so hilarious that I couldn’t stop chuckling at the shit these clowns were trying to pull. It was like watching an episode of something on HBO or Starz. That is until I saw Mata Amigos’ Rolls Royce pull up in the distance at the end of the block.
Man, what the fuck was he doing here?