by Ashley
“Oh shit. Damn ma,” he groaned as her walls formed around him like saran wrap. She threw the pussy up at him as if she were an all star pitcher and he knocked it out of the park every time. She smelled so sweet and felt so good that the remorse he felt was overshadowed by the pleasure. He hated to say it but this was the best he had ever had and she was willing to take it any way. The veins popped out of his manhood and she felt his girth as she moved her hips, bucking against him as he grinded. This was the type of sex she had craved. He was hitting her spot and commanding her body. She had known that he would make her go crazy and now that he was finally inside of her she was in complete bliss. She was sure that now that he had gotten a taste of her, he wouldn’t be able to stay away and eventually their lust would transform into a love that no average chick from Miami could compete with. What Yasmine didn’t realize was that Miamor wasn’t an average chick. While Yasmine was relying on sex to keep Carter’s interest, Miamor was putting in work to prove that she was the only woman in the world who could ever truly hold him down.
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Carter didn’t fare well at poker. He lost $75,000 in the course of an evening but it was the price to pay to get into a room full of prestigious men. The table of ten ranged from a Saudi prince to an oil tycoon to a Wall Street banker from New York City. He was the only dope boy in the room and it worked to his advantage. By the time the games were over he had made connections with those whom he felt would be useful and had exchanged contact information with those whom felt he could be useful to them. Baraka was impressed and as they exited the private playing room he said, “Once your legal affairs are in order, we should do business. I don’t make many trips to the states anymore. My wives aren’t fond of the long trip, but I want to expand my casino into the Nevada market.”
“Las Vegas,” Carter said.
“Yes, I’ll need a partner. In fact, I just want to invest and see a return. I’ve seen the way that you handle the dealers, your wait staff,” he paused and looked Carter square in the eye before he added, “my daughter. She listens to no one but she minds you. If you two weren’t worlds apart and your line of work wasn’t so dangerous I would find you quite suitable for my Yasmine.”
“She’s a lovely girl Baraka, but it’s not rocking like that between us,” he replied. “I don’t like to create potential conflict in business and your backing is something that I highly value. Nevada could be a great look for The Cartel.”
“I can’t get in that market alone. Las Vegas is old mafia money, built up. I don’t have the muscle to fight my way in, but you do,” Baraka said. “Let’s table this discussion until you figure out your affairs with this government case. Just keep me in mind. When the time is right to make the transition, you have my support.”
With the shake of a hand the deal was solidified. All he had to do now was figure out how to get his neck out of the federal noose so that he could get to the money. Drug money was like peanuts in the scale of things. Owning a casino would legitimize him in a way that the streets never could. Not bad for a young nigga from Flint, MI. he thought. He adjusted his cufflinks and headed toward the elevator bank with a smirk on his face. Not bad at all.
Chapter 11
“Take the bass out of your fucking voice before I let you hear a tiny whisper that’ll leave you speechless.”
—Miamor
Daniel Broome rolled out of bed when the smell of fresh bacon frying hit him in the early morning hour. His bare chest was muscle-less and hairy, accompanied by a slim frame, and small waist. He wasn’t much of a man. But what he lacked in stature, he made up for in reputation. His tenacity and ambition had gained him an excellent conviction rate at work. He was the most fast tracked prosecuting attorney the region had seen in quite a while. He ran a hand through his messy hair and made his way out to the kitchen where his wife and young daughter were already seated around the table.
“Morning honey,” he said as he gave her a soft swat on the behind and a kiss on the cheek. She never turned from the stove as she prepared breakfast.
“Mornin’,” she responded. “Breakfast will be done in a sec. There’s coffee in the pot.”
“I just need to grab the morning paper first,” he replied. He stepped out onto his porch and retrieved the Miami Herald. Wandering back into the house, he grabbed the hot cup of brew that his lovely wife now had waiting at his seat.
“Morning daddy,” his daughter piped, finally looking up from her coloring project.
“Morning sunshine,” he answered. Making himself comfortable, he unrolled his paper and took a sip of the brew.
Before he could even dive into the reporting he frowned as a photo fell from within the pages. He gasped when he saw an image of himself handing money to Timmy “Two Time” Bono.
“Is everything okay?” his wife asked as she turned briefly from her cooking.
“Uh . . . yeah,” he stammered as he quickly stood and grabbed the picture. “Yeah, yeah. Everything is fine. Look I’m going to head in early for the office. I’ve got a heavy case load today,” he lied, eager to get out of the house. He rushed back to the bedroom with the newspaper and photo in hand. “Fuck!” he cursed. He tossed the paper on his bed and noticed a bet slip from the horse race. He picked it up. On it in big bold letters he read the words . . .
GOTCHA!
Thoughts ran through his mind a mile a minute as he fumbled with his clothing. He didn’t even bother washing off yesterday’s stink before dressing and rushing out of the door. Before he could even reach his car a black sedan pulled up at his curb. He paused, his car key grasped between his thumb and pointer finger, as he diverted his attention to the vehicle.
Honk!
The beep of the horn made him eerily aware that the surprise visitor was for him. He looked around and then unsurely made his way down his driveway and toward the tinted car. The back window rolled down and Miamor sat wrapped in an expensive silk scarf. The large Chanel sunglasses she wore hid the intention that shone in her eyes.
“Get in,” she said, the tone of her voice leaving no room for him to decline. She popped open the door and moved over to the other side of the car. Broome fisted his hair and sighed heavily before hunching down to enter.
“It seems you’re in quite the predicament Mr. Prosecuting Attorney,” Miamor began. “You lost money, evidence money, on a horse race. It was supposed to be a sure bet, but it wasn’t. Now you have to come up with the money to replace the borrowed evidence before anyone realizes its gone missing.”
Daniel Broome, the young cocky P.A., with his American boy wit was speechless. He turned beet red as he realized Miamor had his balls in a vice grip. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” he roared. His heart felt like it would implode as an ache of devastation vibrated through his chest. He could see his entire future being flushed down the drain. His college boy gambling fun had turned into a nasty habit, one that had led him straight into the arms of the devil.
“Simmer down Mr. Broome,” Miamor said as she looked out of the window without a care in the world. “You feel that? Your tie feels like it’s cutting off your oxygen and your hands suddenly became moist. Your stomach is a bottomless pit and your throat as dry as the Sahara,” she described. “That’s how I felt when you brought a case against the man I love. It felt like the walls were falling in around me. You had all the power, but now . . . I have the power and I’m a ruthless dictator . . . I don’t rule fairly. The only thing that stopped me from running in your house and tying up your kids and slitting your wife’s throat while you watched . . . was the fact that you had so many fucking Feds watching me. So consider this route the easy one. You can keep your career and no one has to know about the missing evidence if you play this by my rules from this point forward.”
Broome’s entire body was tense and he was pressed so closely to the door that Miamor thought he would fall out of the car. She recognized his fear. He was afraid of her. Many had been before, but she had never felt satisf
action like this until now. Before her murder game had been a job. This time it felt personal. Part of her wanted to say the code word so that Aries could fill Broome with bullets from the place where she rested in the trunk, but she held her composure. She needed him alive, at least for the moment. She needed him to drop the case.
“You are threatening an officer of the court! I will . . .”
“You will take the bass out of your fucking voice before I let you hear a tiny whisper that’ll leave you speechless,” Miamor said as she placed a chrome pistol with a chrome silencer in her lap.
Broome’s eyes watered as he was instantly brought back to reality. “I’m here to make you an offer. I’ll give you the money you need to replace the evidence.”
“Your accounts are frozen,” he whispered.
“You’re a fool if you think we don’t have access to greater assets,” Miamor laughed. “If you drop the case against us, our men and the entire Cartel syndicate, I will give you the money in cash. You can replace the evidence and no one will ever have to know that you took it. If not, I’m going to ruin your career.”
“I can’t just drop the case, there are witness statements, evidence . . .”
Miamor interrupted him. “Give me the locations of the witnesses. I can make them disappear. The statements will be recanted or silenced. Carter, Zyir, and Monroe aren’t dead. Once you drop the charges they will come home. You can reduce the charges if dropping them seems too fishy. Reduce them all the way down. I’m talking slaps on the wrist, a few months in jail at the max. No real jail time.”
Broome was in a state of shock as his chin hit his chest. It was at that moment that he realized that he was in over his head. How three men had evaded federal arrest was beyond him. Not only that, they had been smart enough to make the government stop pursuing them. He wanted to stay on the right side of the law but there was no way he could get out of an evidence scandal without ruining everything he had worked for.
“Do we have a deal?” she asked. The car stopped moving and Broome peered out of the window to see that they had pulled right back to his house.
“How do I know you won’t cross me after the case is dropped,” Broome said.
Miamor reached into the front seat grabbed the bag off of the passenger seat. She passed it to Broome. “There’s your evidence money. The rest, you’ll just have to trust me on. The fact that I have something over your head will keep your cross hairs off of The Cartel. If we ever go down, you’ll fall with us,” she assured.
Daniel Broome nodded his head in understanding and then exited the car. As he watched the sedan pull away his wife came up behind him, taking him by surprise.
“Holy Hell! Donna!” he screamed on her, jumpy as ever.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“Nobody,” he mumbled. “I’ve got to go to work.”
He hurried into his own car and pulled off, leaving his wife standing in their front yard watching him leave in concern. He drove all the way to the end of the block before the stop sign halted him. Gripping the steering wheel with two hands he lowered his head and sobbed like a baby. He had just gotten in bed with Satan and he knew that no matter how the situation played out, he would eventually be burned.
Chapter 12
“That Murder Mama shit is sexy.”
—Carter
“Hmm,” Carter moaned as the feeling of warmth tightened around his strength. He could feel the veins popping out of his shaft as his manhood grew inside of her mouth. Being awakened out of his sleep to the best head of his life was like heaven. Yasmine was good for not knocking before she entered. He had meant to pull her to the side and discuss what had happened, to prevent it from going further. In a conscious state he would have been able to decline this favor, but she had caught him off guard. She had slipped into his bed while he was asleep and wrapped her pretty lips around his dick. As he brought his hands to her head he fisted her hair as he straightened his legs while curling his toes in ecstasy.
“Shiit,” he whispered. He had so much tension built up in him that he could feel himself pulsating in her mouth. Her tongue circled his head causing every nerve ending in his body to awaken. Her hands reached up and rubbed over his chest while her head traveled south as her tongue massaged his loins. Carter sucked in a sharp breath when he felt her tongue dip too far and he tightened his grasp on her hair to pull her up. He finally opened his eyes and lifted his head to the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
“Hey you,” she said with a smile.
“Miamor?” he whispered. He wanted to think that he was dreaming . . . that she was a figment of his erotic imagination but the pleasurable feeling she was giving him felt too real . . . too familiar to be fake. “What are you . . .”
“Shhh,” Miamor whispered as she placed a finger over his lips and pushed him back onto the luxurious sheets. Miamor pulled her dress over her head and spun her body so that she mounted Carter backwards. She snaked her hips and his eyes followed as her waist and behind winded to a silent beat. By the time her depth drowned him he could barely hold off the orgasm. A rush washed over them both as her mouth fell open in an O and she drew in a sharp breath as he stretched her walls. He was thick and strong. The feelings of his hands on her hips set the tone as she began to rock and roll, slowly. Carter had a front row seat and he had to bite into his bottom lip to keep himself from losing his cool and moaning too loudly. Miamor rode him like she was the star cowboy at a rodeo show. Each time she bucked back he saw the pink of her pussy bloom as her voluptuous ass cheeks spread. It was a beautiful sight to behold. He reached out and palmed her backside, massaging it as she made his length disappear and reappear, again and again in her slippery abyss. She was warm and the honey scent that invaded his senses was the sweetness that only a woman could possess.
“Let’s play a game,” Miamor whispered as she turned her neck and looked back at him. The coy look in her eyes was seductive yet flirtatious and as she subtly looked down at her own ass she twisted her hips simultaneously. Carter smirked because she knew that he loved every moment of her sex play.
“I ain’t been inside this pussy in months baby, later for games,” he whispered. Miamor tightened her walls until her muscles shook, begging for release, but she kept them locked around him. “Have you given my dick away?” she asked.
“You know this your shit ma,” Carter replied as he sucked his teeth, toes curling. Miamor eased up the pressure, manipulating her grip on him while winding. She tightened again as she rose upwards. “Did a bitch have her mouth on this dick?” she asked.
“Never that, all I want is this right now. What’s with all the talking?” Carter asked.
Miamor lowered her hips, rocking slowly, sensually. “That’s too bad,” she said as she tightened once more. She sped up her pace, turning their love making into passionate fucking as sweat glistened on her body. This was carnal. It had been too long for them both. “If you had said yes, I would have told you to let me watch,” she whispered. The image of himself intertwined in the depths of one of the foreign beauties as Miamor sat and watched was too much for him to handle.
He roared and his entire body tensed as he released himself inside of the woman he loved. Miamor kept her pace despite the fact that she was spent. She was too close to her own orgasm to stop now. Carter sat up and reached around her body to thumb her clit. The friction of his hand was all it took. He stroked her swollen knob until it pulsated. Her back arched and her head flew back as he grabbed her neck, then her breast. “Give it to me ma,” he whispered.
Miamor rained all over him and her body went limp as she leaned against him. His manhood went limp and easily retreated out of her as he pulled her backwards until she lay beside him against the sweaty silk sheets.
“How did you know where to find me?” he asked.
“I’m resourceful when I need to be,” she said as she stared at the wall as they spooned, while he ran his fingers through her hair. “I used to hunt niggas for a livin
g. Hunt and kill. Finding you wasn’t hard, especially after you sent the post card clue.”
“Were you followed?” Carter asked seriously. “Does Leena and Breeze know where you are?”
“Breeze is home with the kids. Leena is in Monroe’s room I’m sure doing something very similar to what we just did,” Miamor said with a laugh.
“This was stupid ma,” Carter said sternly in her ear, but he couldn’t help but to nuzzle in the crease of her neck. “Damn, I missed you.”
Miamor savored the feeling of his touch and she closed her eyes, planting the moment in her memory. Now it was hers forever. She turned to him.
“I came to bring you home,” she whispered.
He sat up on one elbow. “You know that can’t happen.”
“I took care of it,” she whispered as she stared at him intently. “The charges have been reduced. You, Zyir, Money, you all can come back to Miami. You can come home Carter.”
His eyes turned cold. “What did you do Mia?” he asked. “My son needs a mother.”
“And your son’s mother needs you. I need you Carter. I look at our son and I cry because he doesn’t know you yet. He’s a baby yes, but I want him to have you. There was no way I was sitting around while you ran for the rest of your life. Like it or not you’re in love with a murder mama Carter. When shit pops off I react. Now I couldn’t make it go completely away. I tried, but to avoid suspicion you guys will have to do some time. 5 years. That’s lightweight though compared to the life sentences they were trying to throw your way. You come home, you knock out the fed time for tax evasion, and I’ll be waiting for you when you get out. I just want you back,” she professed. As she spoke tears fell down her cheeks and Carter could see that his absence had taken a major toll on her. They had spent years apart and had vowed never to separate again. Carter didn’t want to see the inside of any prison but for his family, he would do those five years. If that’s what it took to get back to Miamor and Carter junior, he would.