Goodfellas

by Carl Weber

  Bobby quickly scanned all around the area. He was shook thinking the Border Patrol was going to come out of nowhere any second. The Mexican guide tossed Maria a wad of cash. He wished her good luck and disappeared into the night. She stuffed the money in her bra, started the truck, and drove away. Bobby was dumbfounded. Wide-eyed, he looked at the surprise passengers through the truck cab’s back window. They all were carrying backpacks with probably their belongings in them and no telling what other illegal contraband. He felt bad seeing the Mexicans tired, dirty, and hungry. Obviously, they had traveled three days and nights ducking Border Patrol, dangerous mountain terrain, and hundred-degree heat with little to no water. That explained the cases of water that he noticed in the truck bed earlier.

  Maria bent a few corners and brought the vehicle to a slow crawl. One by one, the people began jumping out of the rear of the vehicle. Just as the guide had done, they too disappeared into the night.

  As the two of them rode, no words were exchanged. Finally, Maria pulled over a few miles down the road. Reaching her hand into her bra, she took out the money given to her. She didn’t say anything, just smiled. After counting it out under the streetlight, she split the bread she got from the guide with Bobby. That’s when he knew he was going to fuck with her the long way. She was crazy, but a hustler. Later that night, the two fucked hard for hours in his truck until the sun came up. From that point on, they established a mutual bond of respect, trust, and feelings that soon became deeper than either of them would ever be willing to admit.

  Chapter Eight

  Bobby was snapped back to reality when Maria came from behind him. She put her arm around his neck. They got dirty looks from the other people in the diner. The dislike came mostly from the Mexican men. Brothers and the white guys just hated on them because they wish they were getting the pussy. Maria was excited and couldn’t wait to tell Bobby about the opportunity to make some real money that they both could use.

  “Hey, poppy,” Maria hugged Bobby kissing him on the cheek. She paid the haters no mind that were giving them dirty looks and whispering.

  “What’s up, future baby momma?” Bobby stood up hugging her back. He was glad to see his Mexican mamacita. Yet, he didn’t waste any time with small talk. He got straight to it. “So, okay, what did you wanna talk to me about?”

  Maria hooked her arm around his. She led Bobby outside to the trucker’s parking lot so they could talk with some privacy. They walked into the lot near Bobby’s truck. Maria had looked up at him and was just about to reveal how they could come up on a lick. Her palms began to sweat because she was nervous to tell him the real deal. Maria hoped he wouldn’t shoot her down and tell her no. This was her chance to break out of Laredo and live like the females she saw on Instagram and in music videos. They always had money, dressed up all the time, and kept their hair done and face beat.

  I’m just as pretty and sexy as them. I want better than living in this rotten piece of shit of a city.

  Taking a deep breath, she barely opened her mouth to tell Bobby the deal when two Mexican females started knife fighting in the parking lot. Maria and Bobby had just walked up to his rig. He heard them before he saw them.

  “Oh shit, World Star, look at these hoes!”

  Maria turned toward Bobby. With attitude, she cocked her neck to one side and firmly planted her hands on her shapely hourglass hips. She started cussing him out in Spanish. He was supposed to be paying attention to her. Instead, he was videoing two lot lizards cutting up each other. The smaller of the two women told the truck driver she would take less money if he chose her. The thicker woman pulled her knife first. She was for none of that bullshit, stepping on her toes taking food out of her seven kids’ mouths she had to feed. She caught the small woman on the arm with the blade, who dropped her ho bag on the ground and whipped out a six-inch knife from her tattered blue jeans back pocket. The women were out for blood. They really wanted to kill each other. They danced around yelling at each other in Spanish. Suddenly, they rushed at each other at the same time. The bigger of the two missed with her blade. However, the smaller woman connected with her steel blade right across her nemesis’s neck. Blood squirted three feet from out of the female’s neck. Maria and Bobby moved closer to the truck out of sight. Nevertheless, they kept watching to see what was going to happen next. Once the woman realized she was cut, she grabbed her neck and fell to ground. The smaller woman stood over her victim yelling and cussing with such sheer anger and emotion Bobby asked Maria what they were saying.

  Maria interpreted what she said with the short version. “She’s telling her if she fucks with her again she’s going to cut her cunt off and stuff it in her mouth.”

  Bobby looked at Maria with a shocked expression on his mug. “Wow, the bitch better not come around here no more. Little momma ain’t for no games with that blade.”

  The smaller woman picked up her ho bag off the ground. Brazenly, she marched over to the big lot lizard, hawked a wad on her, then ran off through the lot. She was going so fast you could literally see gravel flying from underneath her shoes. Maria shook her head, then turned and went to climb up into Bobby’s rig. Happily, he followed behind her. Maria had on a light-colored pink, short sundress with no panties on. Bobby could see she had shaved her pussy clean just like he liked it. She now had his total attention. Maria grabbed his hands and guided him to the small bed in the cab. He sat down, and she kneeled down between his legs. Maria had a plan to get what she wanted. She would literally use her head to convince Bobby Bands to take the money to do the job for the cartel. On a mission, she unzipped his jeans and slipped her hand inside of them and his boxers. She grabbed his dick. Slowly, she began massaging it. With her free hand, she unbuttoned his pants, all the while she was seductively telling him about how he could get thirty grand for driving a shitload of drugs up north to Michigan, his home state.

  Maria pulled out his dick. Lusting at the head, she gripped it hard, then started to stroke it up and down. Bobby was relaxed. He lay back and let Maria do her thing. She looked him in his eyes. With great skill and ease, she made his dick disappear into her mouth. Bobby was good and hard for her hot, wet, tight throat. He was caught off guard with pleasure. His meat had never been so deep in her head before.

  Maria has been holding back on the neck game. He couldn’t think straight.

  She was putting on a show sucking his well-endowed man meat. After she made him come in her mouth, she swallowed it. But not before showing Bobby his nut inside her mouth like she had been told by the dentist to “open wide.” She had sucked his dick before, but this was the first time she drank his protein. She knew how much he enjoyed her head. He had a hand full of her hair controlling her mouth this way and that away. She didn’t resist not one bit. Maria’s grandmother schooled her well. She always said, “Maria, you were born pretty. Keep your hair combed, a clean pussy, and learn how to suck dick. That’s how you get a man’s attention. You blow him good. Then you ask him for whatever you want. He can’t say no.”

  Maria wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Getting up off her knees, she sat on the bed next to Bobby. He had his shirt off, and sweat coated his hairy chest. He put his dick back in his jeans after he pulled them up from around his ankles.

  “So, poppy, can we get this money or what? I need it to help my granny. She’s not doing so well. She is eighty-two years old, and she stays in and out of the hospital. I could pay off the medical bills and fix the roof on her house.”

  Bobby sat up and faced Maria. He was confused. “Hold up. Wait a minute. I thought you said your grandmother was dead. You said your uncle Juan is the only person you got left alive that’s your blood.”

  “Fool. Who do you think raised me? My drug-dealing uncle?” Maria remained calm even after being caught in a lie. Rubbing his chest soothingly, she answered, not missing a beat. “No, he didn’t. She took me in, and he gave her money to take care of me up until I was old enough to fend for myself. I don’t know my mot
her’s family up north in Detroit. I’ve never dealt with that side for obvious reasons. But if you take the job, I’ll go with you, and maybe I’ll try to get in touch with my family there. My uncle won’t like it, but he’s locked up right now, so . . .”

  Bobby stretched out on the twin-size bed. Exhausted, he took a deep breath and fell silent. Maria took off her dress and tossed it onto the floor. She lay down next to him and put her head on his chest. His mind was racing, thinking about the things he could do with $30,000. He could catch up on his bills and pay his truck off. Then, thoughts of getting caught up going back to jail forever flashed again—and again—in his head. He shook that shit off quickly. He put both his hands over his face and rubbed his eyes. Niggas back home in Detroit would die for a plug or any type of connection to a bag of this magnitude . He didn’t have much to lose and everything to gain if he could pull this run up north off with the shipment of drugs. He took his hands away from his face and sat up. Maria did as well. She looked at him with a mix of anticipation and a sad, pouty face, like a kid waiting to hear yes or no from their parent.

  “Fuck it! We both could use the money. And besides, real talk, I’m tired of struggling from fucking check to fucking check. We gonna get this money, but you do know ain’t no room for mistakes. You know we dead if shit get sideways and we get jacked or let the police knock us with all their shit. We gotta be beyond careful.”

  Maria was elated and relieved that Bobby was down with her mission. Now she could finally get out of Laredo, Texas. Her dreams were getting ready to be set into motion. Bobby didn’t know Maria had no plans whatsoever of ever coming back. She hopped up, quickly got dressed, and kissed Bobby on the lips. “I’ll let them know you’ll do the job, but first come out in the parking lot with me. I wanna show you something.”

  He stood up, zipped his jeans up, and put his shirt on. They both climbed down out of the semitruck. It was a hot, bright, sunny day, already 98 degrees outside. Regular people and truckers were moving about like normally. The sweltering heat was second nature to most. Maria grabbed Bobby by the hand. She led him to the far side of the lot where truckers leave their rigs parked sometimes for weeks on end when they are not on the road. With a humongous smile on her face, Maria walked up to the trailer she was looking for. It was plain white. It didn’t stick out or draw attention. When they got to the rear of the trailer, she took out a set of keys. One of the keys went to the heavy-duty master lock that secured the cargo inside. Bobby looked around the lot anxiously, not sure of what all this was about.

  Maria unlocked the lock and held it in her hand. “Help me open this door, Bobby.”

  Bobby grabbed the metal handle. He pulled on the heavy door, slowly swinging it open. Maria grabbed whatever she could and tried to climb up into the trailer.

  “Hold on, step back, Maria.”

  Bobby climbed up inside of the trailer first; then he held out his hand for her. She took his hand and held it tightly. He pulled her 120-pound frame up with little or no effort. Once both were inside, she pulled the door closed.

  “Fuck, it’s hot as hell in here. Shit! And dark with this door closed.” Bobby quickly observed the change in temperature. Instantly, he took out his phone and used the flashlight app to see the cargo. Maria did the same.

  The pair had little room to move around. Yet, they managed to work their way to the front of the trailer which was filled with cardboard boxes. Bobby was sweating hard. It was so hot and humid. He focused his light on what was written on the boxes. It read::Hazardous material handle with care.

  “From here on back is all the real cargo.” Maria shined her light on the boxes to show him. Then she swung her light back up front. “All of these have the drugs in them.” There were at least forty to fifty boxes the size of a footlocker each they were looking at.

  Bobby had been around a lot of dope in his lifetime but never this much. His heart pounded hard and fast in his chest. It wasn’t because of fear. He was excited . . . to the point his dick was getting hard thinking about the endless possibilities he could make happen if he made it back to Detroit with this work. Bobby put his light on Maria. She was looking around in between boxes and everywhere else. “What are you looking for?” he finally asked her.

  “The papers for the cargo in case the police pull us over. The cartel owns the legit company that makes the real hazardous stuff. Poppy, this isn’t the only company. They run cocaine, Mexican heroin, weed, and pills too. They own just about all of Laredo’s manufacturing plants and fresh produce companies. You name it. If they don’t own it, they strong-arm the company to do their bidding.”

  Bobby wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “Bitch, I might just marry you.” He pulled Maria into him with his free hand and started kissing her aggressively. Maria kissed him back equally hard. She felt his hard dick pressing against her. Just as horny as he was, she grabbed it and rubbed on it through his jeans. Maria was more than ready to be bent over and fucked hard by Bobby. He was seconds away from pulling his dick out when they heard some noise outside at the trailer door. It wasn’t particularly loud. It was more of a creeping around type of noise.

  Bobby and Maria quickly shut off the flashlight apps on their phones. Both remained silent to listen. It was pitch-black inside the trailer. Bobby reached his hand back. Feeling Maria’s hand, he signaled for her to stay behind him. Cautiously, they eased back to the door avoiding all the boxes that blocked almost every footstep.

  Nearing the rear area of the truck, Bobby stepped over to the side. Taking a deep breath, he pressed his back against metal walls ready for whatever. His heart raced as he wondered what he had gotten himself into dealing with Maria.

  The door slowly opened up. A glimmer of light shined inside. With the door now partly open, Bobby could see Maria’s face. She’d fallen behind, despite him telling her to keep close. He frantically waved his hand trying to get her to come stand next to him. Neither of them had any idea who it could be or what they wanted. At least Bobby didn’t.

  Maria tiptoed quickly and quietly over next to him. Bobby tried to step in front of her so whoever would come in would have to deal with him first. Strangely, Maria pushed him back as if she were the man. The two would-be warriors went back and forth arguing in silence as if mime performing on a street corner. Before either of them could win that battle, a man began climbing into the trailer. The mysterious intruder was up on the entrance ledge with the door cracked open enough for his body to slip through. Unfortunately, this would turn out to be a bad day for him. He picked the wrong trailer to invade, no matter who he was.

  Maria was used to the heat and the dense humidity that went along with it. By nature, she didn’t sweat much. But in this instant, she was damn near drenched in perspiration. Like Bobby, she prayed it wasn’t the police, but knew they wouldn’t have just “stumbled” upon a back lot closed trailer. It was someone looking for trouble or an easy possible come up. Regardless of who it was or what they ultimately wanted, it was about to go down.

  Bobby took up a defensive stance behind Maria. It was too late in the game for him to jump back in front of her, so he allowed her to take the lead. Maria had the heavy three-pound steel master lock gripped with both hands, fingers in the loop of it, ready to strike. She held it up by her shoulder as if she had a Louisville Slugger baseball bat. When the mystery man’s head popped in the trailer, he was looking downward. All he saw was Maria’s pretty red painted toes in her white sandals. Without hesitation, he glanced up. At that point, the man saw nothing but stars and tasted nothing but his own blood. Maria had the heavy metal lock over her head. Repeatedly, she brought it crashing down on his forehead. As the lock tore through his skin, a huge gash opened. Blood splattered on her manicured toes and feet. That didn’t stop or slow her attack down as she kept on her mission, striking him again and again.

  Bobby didn’t think twice. Automatically, he did what had to happen next. He moved quickly, reaching down, trying to avoid getting hit. H
e yanked the man up by his shirt before he totally fell backward out of the trailer. Maria finally stepped out of the way. Bobby struggled to drag the invader man with a split open head all the way up into the trailer. Out of breath, he let his body slump over to the side of the trailer. He then pulled the heavy door closed so no random passerby could break the unspoken code of the truckers’ lot and be nosy.

  Reaching in his pocket, he grabbed his cell. With sweaty and bloody fingertips, he turned on the flashlight app again. “What in the entire fuck, Maria?” Bobby was confused and shocked, attempting to wipe the perspiration from out of his eyes. Easily, he could see Maria was also breathing hard and just as wet faced as he. Bobby stood mute as she rushed over checking the man for any weapons. Behaving as if she’d won the lottery, Maria removed a gun with a silencer on it out of the man’s rear waistband. Seductively, she licked the long barrel of the pistol in victory. The seemingly mild-manner female had turned into a cold-blooded would-be assassin in a matter of seconds. His apparent partner in crime had a look in her eyes Bobby had seen before growing up in the streets of Detroit. Sadly, he knew that look all too well. It was that of a person lusting for blood. His perfectly built, good-pussy-having, Mexican mommy was bloodthirsty.

  “It’s him. I knew damn well it was him,” Maria excitedly spoke with the man’s blood still dripping from her hands. Then she started mumbling fast in Spanish.

  “Who the fuck is he, Maria?” Bobby demanded to know, taking a few steps back, leaning on some boxes. “Some dude you used to deal with that’s stalking you now or what? I mean, damn, girl, you went hard. What the fuck! And speak in damn English.” Bobby’s mind was going in ten different directions. Waiting for Maria to calm down and respond, he bent down over the motionless mystery man. He checked him for a pulse or any sign of life. Bobby easily concluded the man was indeed dead. Maria had sent him to meet his Maker.