The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [48]
Aries grabbed one of his socks off the floor and forced it down his throat.
Miamor handed Aries the knife. “Aries, you do it.”
“You got Aries fucked up. Me ain’t touching he dick, bitch.” Aries stepped back from Miamor.
“Y’all bitches soft!” Miamor yelled. “I got to do everything myself! Real bitches do real shit.” She grabbed Fabian’s dick and gave it one good hack. The knife only went halfway through, so she whacked it again, this time cutting it clean off.
Fabian squirmed in pain, his muffled scream like a lion’s roar, and his eyes flew open in excruciation, while his body writhed violently.
Miamor didn’t know if it was more painful for Fabian to feel the knife or to see his soldier lying next to him, totally detached from his body. Blood began to cover the sheets and Miamor hoped off of him.
“I get the twenty stacks for that, straight up!” Miamor yelled as she grabbed a towel to clean her hands and the knife.
Robyn turned her head to avoid seeing the bloody scene and yelled, “Fuck that! We splitting that shit.”
“Yeah. We split that!” Aries added.
“You bitches didn’t wanna help, so why should I split it up?” Miamor contested.
“I . . .” Robyn paused. The stench in the air almost made her gag. She pulled Miamor into the bathroom, so she could tell her about herself.
Aries followed quickly, not wanting to miss anything, and the three girls huddled in the bathroom like sardines in a can.
“Yo, why you bugging, Mia? You know the rules. We always split the take evenly,” Robyn said with attitude.
“Why do I have to do the dirty work and split it? Straight the fuck up! You two were scared to cut, but now you want a cut. Fuck that!” Miamor snapped her head to the side.
Robyn scowled. “Miamor, what’s gotten into you? You are tripping. You ain’t acting the same lately.”
“It’s de nigga she giving she pussy to. He got she head fucked up.”
“Look, this ain’t the right time to be talking about this, so step the fuck off.”
“Yeah, she’s right. Let’s handle this nigga, and we will finish this later.” Robyn opened the bathroom door and squeezed out.
“Oh shit!” Robyn yelled as soon as she saw what had happened.
“What’s wrong?” Miamor shouted as she hurried out of the bathroom. Miamor looked at the bloody bed and saw that it was empty and the door was wide open. “The nigga got away! Fuck!”
They all rushed to the door and saw the man running butt naked across the parking lot. Aries lifted her gun to shoot at him, but it was too late. He was already out of range.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Miamor yelled as she put both of her hands on her head. She knew that they had just fucked up big time, and now wasn’t nobody getting paid.
Chapter Eleven
“Oooh, Carter, we got to stop, but this dick so good.”
—Miamor
Miamor couldn’t get Carter out of her head. Even while she was on a job, he was constantly entering her thoughts, and she hated herself for feeling him so much. It had been two weeks since their steamy encounter on the beach and she was open. Why hasn’t he called me? she thought to herself. I knew I shouldn’t have fucked him so quick. He probably thinking I’m one of these sack-chasing busto bitches.
Miamor shook the thought of Carter out of her mind as she reluctantly crawled out of her three-thousand-dollar cherrywood canopy bed and stretched her arms high above her head. She tiptoed as her body extended in relaxation toward the sky, causing her to shriek in delight. She looked at herself in the mirror and wiped the sleep out of her eyes. She pulled her hair up in a raggedy ponytail and noticed the slight bags that were beginning to form under her eyes. I’ve got to get some rest, she thought. I look like shit.
Her eyes drifted down to the picture of her and her friends that sat on the dresser. She picked it up, and a smile slowly spread across her face as she looked at herself, Aries, Robyn, and, most importantly, Anisa. It had been taken over a year ago at a Fourth of July party. She reminisced how they used to step into the club. They were forever fly and were always led through the