Free Return of the Cartier Cartel by Nisa Santiago Page B

his skin.
    “Papi, you make me feel sooo good,” she crooned.
    “You love this dick, don’t you?” Jason pushed deeper and deeper into her love box.
    “Umm-hmm.”
    They both reached their climax, sweat pouring from their glistening bodies. Jalissa collapsed on top of Jason’s broad, masculine chest. As she lay nestled in his strong arms, he ran his fingers through her soft hair.
    “You didn’t find out where Ryan live at yet from your sister?”
    “She not tell. She say she not know, but I keep try, no?”
    “Hell, yeah, keep trying. You see what the fuck went down last week at the club. That nigga was gunning for my head.”
    “I cry the whole night. No sleep. I not know if you hurt. You not call me, papi,” Jalissa whined in a baby-like voice.
    “Yo, I’m sorry about that shit, but something gots to give. I can’t be out here hustling and looking over my shoulder for that nigga. You feel me?”
    “I keep questions. You my man, but if he know, he will kill me. Bang! Bang!”
    Jason’s pressure rose at the thought of Ryan doing something to hurt Jalissa. Especially over his beef. He knew he was asking her a lot and putting her life in danger, but the circumstances were extreme.
    “I will kill his whole family, including your sister, if he puts one finger on you, and that’s word to my mother!”
    Jalissa shook her head. “My sister not like me. She like you and Ryan. She don’t play.”
    Jason understood what Jalissa was trying to say. Jalissa was a good girl. All she cared about was catering to her man. She wasn’t a gangsta chick like Cartier, and from what she was describing, or like her sister either.
    He pressed again. “That’s why you gotta find out where Ryan live, so I can take care of it all.”
    “I will try hard, but what if something . . . uh . . . uh . . . how you say, oh, happens and I got to go bye. Run, run. I have no money. I have nothing.”
    With her limited English, Jason understood where she was coming from. He did give her money to buy clothes, get her hair and nails done, and pay her bills, but that was punk money. If something happened to him, if he got jammed up, and if Ryan knew she set him up, she was right; she wouldn’t have any money to flee.
    “A’ight, I got you. I’m gonna make sure you straight. I’ve been stashing bread for a while, so I could get out of the game.”
    “Cuànto? Uh, how much you save?”
    “You don’t need to know all of that. Just know that I’ma hit you off and you’ll be straight.”
    Jalissa pouted. “You no trust?”
    Jason tried to caress her face, but she pulled away.
    “You no trust me? I trust.”
    Jason paused.
    “OK, you’re right. If I want you to trust me that I won’t let anything happen to you by helping me get at Ryan, then I need to trust you as well. I got over two million saved—”
    “Two million dollars?” Jalissa said, her voice elevated.
    “Be easy, ma. I got, not we. You feel me?”
    Jalissa nodded, poking her bottom lip out.
    “But I just came off with about two hundred large. I’m going to break you off a piece of that to put in a safe place. You hear me? I don’t want you to keep it here. What about your mom’s house? Where she live at?”
    “No, no. I not keep it there. I put it in box in bank.”
    Jason smiled. Maybe she wasn’t as green as he thought. “Oh, you got a safety deposit box?”
    Jalissa started to stroke his chest. “No, I no have no money. But I get, like the movies, no?”
    “Exactly. Exactly like the movies. You go and get one tomorrow.”
    Before Jason left, Jalissa waited on him hand and foot. She was at his beck and call. She ran his bath and washed his whole body. She had a plush robe and fluffy slippers waiting for him. She massaged his body with warm baby oil. She made his dinner and served him his plate in bed, hopping up each time he wanted a refill of Henny or another Corona.
    When morning came, he didn’t have to ask her to cook breakfast, because she woke him up to