Free Return of the Cartier Cartel by Nisa Santiago Page A

didn’t know who set you up. These two were brazen. No masks. No remorse. No worries.
    “Jay, I know you ain’t gonna do me ugly over no bread, man. It’s only money. I can make that shit right back. It ain’t that serious.”
    “Nah, man. This ain’t over no bread. This is for Monya and Shanine.”
    Before Big Mike could plead for his life, Jason raised the barrel of his gun and put one shot in his temple, stopping his heart instantly.
    The take from Big Mike was more than Cartier expected. When Bam and Jason came downstairs with two huge duffle bags and climbed in the backseat, she already knew what it was. Immediately she put the car in motion as Jason rummaged through the bags.
    “Yo, we got at least four hundred large and nine keys,” Jason said.
    “Say word?” Cartier replied.
    “Word,” Bam said. “So how’re we gonna break this down?”
    As Jason and Cartier remained silent, Bam tried her hardest not to concentrate on the events that just happened. The hurt she heard in Big Mike’s voice. The sad expression in his eyes. The sound the gun made as the bullet squeezed through the chamber. The smell of gunpowder permeating the room. The body slumped over in the chair as his head lolled to one side. The last time they made love.
    Yeah, as Cartier and Jason tried to wrap their minds around Bam wanting a cut from their new retirement plan, Bam was desperately trying to clear her conscience.
    Finally Cartier spoke up, “Jay, toss Bam a stack, and once we get off all the bricks, there’ll be more for you. Is that cool, Bam?”
    No, bitch, that ain’t cool. “A’ight. Whatever.”

Chapter 10
    Old Habits Die Hard
    “Don’t you look sexy?” Jason took in the beauty that stood before him in all-black silk La Perla lace panties and bra set.
    “All for you, papi,” she replied in a thick Hispanic accent. “You like?”
    Nodding his head vigorously, Jason inched toward his mistress and grabbed her tiny waist. His hands slowly glided down her wide, shapely hips. Everything about her was perfect in his eyes. She had white-girl dainty features and complexion, with a black girl’s voluptuous body, all wrapped up in a Puerto Rican package. He couldn’t ask for more.
    He cupped both his hands around her juicy ass and pulled her in close, making her giggle. “Dance for me.” He sat back on her bed and began to loosen his pants.
    Jalissa stood back and began to gyrate her hips in a slow, seductive manner, just the way he liked it. She could see him growing hard beneath his jeans as she dipped her ass low and then came back up.
    Neither one of them said a word, their eyes doing the talking. When Jalissa knew Jason was ready for her, she climbed over and sat on his lap and began to grind her hips into his rock-hard dick.
    Jason’s tongue slid into Jalissa’s mouth as his hands groped her firm, perky breasts. Then he began to suckle on her breast like a newborn. As Jalissa moaned with pleasure, he laid her back on her bed and slid off her panties to expose a manicured landing strip. A soft bush of hair was in front of his face as he bent down to eat her ripe pussy.
    He slid his index finger in, and warm juices seeped out. He then began to flick his tongue rapidly against her clit and then slowed down to suck it, sending her over the top.
    “Ahhh! Papi, you so good. Don’t stop! Ahhh!”
    As Jalissa sang her praises for Jason’s tongue game, he was getting more and more aroused. He stood up quickly and ripped off his clothes. “Sit on my face.”
    Jalissa then straddled Jason and opened her pussy wide. His long tongue slid from her sweet box to her anus. She then leaned over and engulfed his bulging dick and began to suck him off until he came in her mouth. Slinking around, she crawled on top of him, because they both still wanted more, and mounted him.
    Jason eased his slim penis into Jalissa’s moist pussy, and they began to fuck in sync. Jason loved the way she moved her hips and dug her fingernails into