The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [46]
As she sat across from her girls, she thought, I can’t wait to see him again. It’s something different about him, but I can’t put my finger on it.
“So how much is this nigga trying to pay?” Robyn asked Miamor as she took a sip of her Long Island Iced Tea.
“The job pays the usual eighty stacks. That’s twenty”—Miamor stopped mid-sentence and remembered that the caper wasn’t going to be split four ways anymore.
A brief moment of silence arose as the girls realized that this was their first hit since Anisa’s death.
Miamor, wanting to be strong for her crew, continued. “Remember Black from South Beach?” she asked in a low voice as she clasped her hands and leaned into the table to be more discreet.
“Yeah, I remember him. He had us take care of that snitchin’-ass nigga a couple years back, right?” Robyn responded.
“Yeah, that’s him. He wants us to take care of a nigga named Fabian. Black has a younger brother doing life in the pen for drug trafficking. From what he told me, his brother weighs like a buck twenty soaking wet. The story is that Fabian was violating Black’s little brother in jail, doing him real dirty, you know, raping him and shit. Fabian got released from the joint about six months ago and ’posed to be moving major weight around his area. Black wants us to get at his ass. But there’s a catch”—Miamor quickly glanced around to make sure no one was in her mouth.
“What’s that?’ Robyn asked.
“He wants us to cut off the nigga’s dick off before we kill him.” Miamor released a small smirk.
Aries and Robyn burst into laughter simultaneously. They knew Miamor had to be playing. The request was too outlandish to be taken seriously.
“Get da fuck out of here, bitch!” Aries said in between her laughter. But when she saw that Miamor’s smirk had faded away, she knew that she was dead serious.
Robyn began to shake her head, not believing what was being asked of them. “You have to be fucking kidding me?”
“I know the shit sound crazy, but the nigga we supposed to hit was raping Black’s brother in the joint. He wants him to feel violated the same way his brother did. He is offering us an extra twenty stacks if we do it his way.”
“Twenty thousand?” Aries and Robyn asked at the same time.
“Twenty thousand dollars.” Miamor nodded her head.
“Ooh, big daddy, you working with an anaconda,” Robyn lied as she stroked Fabian’s dick with her hand. As she prolonged her extended hand-job on Fabian, she thought, Where the fuck are these bitches at? This dirty-dick nigga gon’ want me to put my mouth on him in a minute. Robyn had been getting in good with him for the past week and finally convinced him to go to a motel room without one of his goons tailing him for security.
“Show me what that head game like, ma.” Fabian placed his hands behind his head and lay back on the bed.
Robyn was enraged on the inside. Miamor had told her that they would enter the room five minutes after they were in. Now fifteen minutes had gone by since they’d entered the motel room. Where these bitches at? Fuck!
She tried to figure out a way to buy a couple of minutes. Normally she would do whatever she had to do to get the job done, but in this case she had to reconsider. The thought of putting a homosexual’s pipe in her mouth made her almost gag.
She stood up and improvised to stall time. “I’m-a dance for you, daddy. Just sit back and watch,” she said as she began to do the belly roll and move her mid-section in circles. She raised her skirt and exposed her neatly trimmed vagina. She put her finger in her mouth and then began to rub her clitoris slow and hard.
Fabian was going crazy thinking about going inside of her pretty, pink love box. He smiled while stroking his hard dick. He was so hard, veins were sticking out of his dick as the tip of his joint pulsated.
It wasn’t Robyn’s intention