The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [37]
Carter took a seat on his couch and felt his cell phone vibrate on his hip. He looked at the caller ID and smiled. It was Miamor calling. I got to stay focused. I’m going to get at her later, he thought to himself as a small grin spread across his face.
Carter wanted to pick up for her, but he wanted to stay focused on his brief return home. He was planning to move to Miami and get on his hustle. He figured Miami was a good place for him to take over and join the family business. He saw more money in the three weeks in Miami than in a year hustling in Flint. The move was a must for him.
Just as Carter finished his thought, Ace came from the back, buttoning up his Sean John jeans.
“Fam, what’s good? I thought you weren’t coming back for a week or so?” Ace walked over to the bar and rested his hands on the counter.
Carter remained silent and just looked at him with a piercing stare.
Ace knew that his right-hand man was upset with him, so he tried to make light of the situation. “Did you see that ass on that broad?” He nodded his head in the direction of the back room.
Just before Carter could tell Ace about himself, the naked Latino woman came walking out, and all eyes were on her. She walked out without a care in the world, as if she wasn’t butt naked. Her behind was so big, you could literally sit a cup on top of it and it wouldn’t move. The only thing she wore was red pumps, and her plump, voluptuous ass cheeks shifted sides with every stride. The nonstop jiggling had the two men in a trance.
“Hello, papi,” she said as she looked over at Carter on the sofa. She then turned to Ace and gave him a passionate kiss before walking over to the refrigerator and grabbing some orange juice.
“Ace, you didn’t tell me you were having company.” She put her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side.
Carter couldn’t believe his ears. His man Ace was stunting for a ho, pretending that it was his condo, rather than Carter’s.
Ace looked at him and read his mind. He grinned and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “How could I not stunt for an ass like that?”
Carter shook his head and headed out the door. He motioned for Ace to follow him. Once they reached the door and out of earshot of the woman, Carter told him, “Have that trick out of my shit in an hour. You owe me a stack for fucking in my bed too, nigga. You buying me some new sheets and all.” Carter’s face was expressing his anger at that point. He peeked around the corner to get another look at the horse ass the woman was toting and then looked back at Ace. “Shorty got a fat ass, though,” he said as he smiled and stuck out his hand.
Ace returned the smile and shook his man’s hand. He was relieved and surprised by Carter’s reaction. He was sure he was going to spazz out for him having a girl up in his house and pretending it was his own. He and Carter were like brothers and Carter wouldn’t front his man out like that, but Ace surely was going to pay out of his pockets for his little fun.
“I got you, Carter. My fault about this little situation. You know my baby mama be popping up at my crib acting a fool. Anyway, I’m glad you back home, my nigga. Shit been crazy since you left. After I drop her off, I’ll meet you at the spot. I need to pick up anyway.”
“Look, I’ll pick up the cash from the spot. You just get her out of here and meet me there when you finish up,” Carter said as he opened the door and headed out. Just before he closed the door, he turned around and looked at Ace sternly. “Don’t ever bring a bitch to my house, Ace. We got to stay smart, all right?”
“All right,” Ace said just before he closed the door.
Carter drove his black-on-black 2008 Impala down I-75, bobbing his head to rapper T.I.’s CD. He was on his way to visit his candy shop. Having been away for weeks, he knew he had a nice piece of change waiting for him in the hood. Before he left, he had hit all his four head soldiers with a half kilo on consignment. That meant around $40,000 altogether was owed to him.
For years Carter had been dealing