“Okay… I’m sorry.”
“Shut yo’ bloodclaat mouth!” he shouts in this super hard voice.
I keep squirming, but this duct tape on my wrist and ankles ain’t no joke. “What the fuck do you want with me?” Shit inside I'm scared but like I said. Don't mind dying.
“So Kwamie was supposed to be getting closer to the nigga Lorenzo. Fucking over his hustle and shit. We was just waiting for the Colombiano’s to wipe out the Italianos, then we’d smoke the block. Except, Kwamie was taking his sweet time. That nigga was too afraid to come for Lorenzo– straight up. He wasted his time fucking with this bitch named Elisha as if ol’ girl meant something to Lorenzo. Kwamie, like my brah, but he stayed close to the pussy. My brah was fucking around with every bitch in a 20-mile radius of Lorenzo, but that nigga Lorenzo! Guess what? Kwamie acted like a pussy too! And so he fucked ‘round witchu too.”
“Okay…” I murmur, not sure what he’s tryna tell me.
“You dat Blu Medina?” he asks, sitting on the other hard motel chair.
“Nah, Keandre, I’m Blu Tatum,” I give my married name. It's on my driving license and if this dude is looking for a Medina–that I am not.
“You that Phantom, sistah?”
I shake my head ‘no.’
“Gyal, yah look just like’ em. Lemme see.” He sparks his lighter and holds it close to me, but it ain’t dark in the room. Yet, through the flame I can see into his beady evil eyes, he’s playing me. Keandre laughs as the fire licks my skin.
“Ouuccchhh! Y…yes!” The pain burns my cheek so bad I can feel it even as he takes it away.
He pulls a blunt from his shirt pocket and lights up. “Yeah bitch, me know was you! So you got me question?”
I nod slowly, not sure what the Jamaican means.
“See, the Italians and the Colombian Phantom is going at it. So my crew wanna take ova. Me wanna murda you bruda.” Keandre blows smoke in my face, and asks, “You wanna live. I can see it in ya eyes, gyal. You gotchu, son. You gotchu good man, wit’ his good job. Popeye don’t make no mullah, but he good for the community, eh? He ain’t rocking with you brah no mo’, so I’ma let you go back home. You wanna go back home, huh, Blu? You got you nice lil’ home and a dead granny.”
“Dead?” Tears sting my eyes, trickling down the burning blister forming on my cheek. Keandre murked Popeye’s granny?
“Yeah, gyal.”
“Me blame it on the Italians but 'twas us.” He laughs.
I sob and cry for Popeye’s granny.
“We killed dat old bitch!” He puffs at the fat blunt that smells weird. Like he packed that shit with Mother Nature. Then points it at me. “You my money gyal. Don't worry, be happy. We gon’ connect with Lorenzo. We gon’ connect with Tamms Seca and them cracka Italianos. Let us see who hitting for ya.”
“No, please...” I cry as he blows a cloud of dark smoke into my face.
“Now for a lil’ licky licky while we wait to see who want you mo’,” He rubs my cheek and I flinch. He sings, “My pretty dutty gyal. You my money gyal…”
~ To be continued September 2015~
Authors Note:
Thank you for reading Loving a Colombian Cartel Thug. It can only get better from here. Promise. But you can help with that so…. please, can I get an Amazon review? TLC wasn’t too proud to beg so I’ma just go ahead and ask for a Goodreads review/rating too if you don’t mind.
For the fans that have been rocking with me since day one. My apologies for the rerelease of Tricks with Motive as this book. I tried to continue with the series, but I felt it would have been too confusing for all the new characters and new readers. (Niggas with Motive/ Loving a Colombian Cartel Thug II) will be right around the corner. Only one month away. I switched a few things around, so hope y’all the revamped. Margie A. You were all in my inbox about that one, so I took notes, lol. It was fire before but it’s going to kill the game in September.
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