Free The Face That Launched A Thousand Bullets (The Cartel Publications Presents) by T. Styles
Authors: T. Styles
waist. “Just as long as you come back to me tonight.” She gripped his dick before kissing him passionately. “That’s all I care about.”
“There’s no place I’d rather be, girl. You know that shit.”
“Well, have fun.” Tara released her hold on him. She smiled, good-naturedly at Kavon.
“I guess I’m rollin’ wit’ you then.” Kavon hugged Tara again but studied Shy quizzically. There was something in his eyes that he didn’t like.
“Well get dressed, B!”
Kavon Cartier
Largo, Maryland
Taste Like Candy
T he Largo Mansion in Mitchellville, Maryland was packed with all the heavy hitters of the industry for the All White Affair. Although it was a cold winter day in January, the air wasn’t as brisk as it had been earlier.
Curtbone’s cabarets always brought out the hottest females and the richest niggas on the scene. And the moment Kavon and Shy hit the doors, their shoulders dropped and they strolled in like players. They were among their element so for real, it was nothing but a thang. L.L. Cool J’s “I’m Bad” roared through the speakers. They took a quick picture together to capture the moment and went on about their business.
“Can I get you gentlemen some champagne?” a beautiful white woman asked who was standing by the door with a bottle of Moet on ice in a gold bucket.
“Yeah,” Shy said as he lifted two champagne glasses with 14k gold on the rim.
He handed one to Kavon who was too busy scoping the scene, that he didn’t see him with the drink. It was so crowded inside the hall that you could barely move. But with all the thick asses rubbing up against them, who cared? But being majors meant that a special VIP section awaited them in the back of the cabaret.
“Nigga, take this shit.” Shy said getting his attention.
“My bad. I zoned out.”
Shy laughed. “It’s a whole lot to give up ain’t it?”
“There you go. Let’s just enjoy the party.”
Kavon finally accepted his drink as they moved through the crowd kicking it with a few dudes they knew.
With every pound or handshake he gave Kavon was beginning to wonder if getting out of the game for Tara was a good idea after all. He loved women, fast money and his freedom. But if he married Tara, all of that would change. What the fuck I’m gonna do besides hustle? He thought. Sure the real estate business was lucrative but it would mean learning the business from scratch and he didn’t have anything outside of an eighth grade education.
I can’t think about this shit right now. He thought as he sipped on his champagne and eyed a few women in their skimpy outfits.
He was still thinking about how much different his life would be when he saw Candy, his ex-girl. You see, Candy wasn’t any ordinary girl. She was the one woman who captivated his heart, cracked it, and threw it away. Although she couldn’t touch Tara in the looks department, her Fuck Game ran rings around Tara’s.
She strutted toward Shy and Kavon, pushing a few people lightly to pass them. The moment Shy saw her, he almost choked on his champagne. Her hair was hard curled in a mean asymmetric and her gold earrings highlighted her chocolate brown skin.
When she finally came into view, Kavon saw the Le Coq Sportiff one-piece dress she rocked. Even though it was a little sportier than what everyone else was wearing, her large breasts, thick ass and flat stomach suddenly made it acceptable.
“Kavon, Kavon, Kavon,” Candy sang, seductively, grabbing one of his arms and wrapping it around her waist. “I see you still lookin’ good.” She pushed her breasts against his muscular chest. Suddenly it was as if they were alone.
“Good gawd!” Shy gawked, eyeing her body. “Damn, Candy, is it sweet?” he said loud enough to be heard over the music. “’Cause it sho look good.”
“I don’t know why you worried about it,” she informed him, glancing at him only briefly before returning her sights to Kavon’s fine ass. “You
“There’s no place I’d rather be, girl. You know that shit.”
“Well, have fun.” Tara released her hold on him. She smiled, good-naturedly at Kavon.
“I guess I’m rollin’ wit’ you then.” Kavon hugged Tara again but studied Shy quizzically. There was something in his eyes that he didn’t like.
“Well get dressed, B!”
Kavon Cartier
Largo, Maryland
Taste Like Candy
T he Largo Mansion in Mitchellville, Maryland was packed with all the heavy hitters of the industry for the All White Affair. Although it was a cold winter day in January, the air wasn’t as brisk as it had been earlier.
Curtbone’s cabarets always brought out the hottest females and the richest niggas on the scene. And the moment Kavon and Shy hit the doors, their shoulders dropped and they strolled in like players. They were among their element so for real, it was nothing but a thang. L.L. Cool J’s “I’m Bad” roared through the speakers. They took a quick picture together to capture the moment and went on about their business.
“Can I get you gentlemen some champagne?” a beautiful white woman asked who was standing by the door with a bottle of Moet on ice in a gold bucket.
“Yeah,” Shy said as he lifted two champagne glasses with 14k gold on the rim.
He handed one to Kavon who was too busy scoping the scene, that he didn’t see him with the drink. It was so crowded inside the hall that you could barely move. But with all the thick asses rubbing up against them, who cared? But being majors meant that a special VIP section awaited them in the back of the cabaret.
“Nigga, take this shit.” Shy said getting his attention.
“My bad. I zoned out.”
Shy laughed. “It’s a whole lot to give up ain’t it?”
“There you go. Let’s just enjoy the party.”
Kavon finally accepted his drink as they moved through the crowd kicking it with a few dudes they knew.
With every pound or handshake he gave Kavon was beginning to wonder if getting out of the game for Tara was a good idea after all. He loved women, fast money and his freedom. But if he married Tara, all of that would change. What the fuck I’m gonna do besides hustle? He thought. Sure the real estate business was lucrative but it would mean learning the business from scratch and he didn’t have anything outside of an eighth grade education.
I can’t think about this shit right now. He thought as he sipped on his champagne and eyed a few women in their skimpy outfits.
He was still thinking about how much different his life would be when he saw Candy, his ex-girl. You see, Candy wasn’t any ordinary girl. She was the one woman who captivated his heart, cracked it, and threw it away. Although she couldn’t touch Tara in the looks department, her Fuck Game ran rings around Tara’s.
She strutted toward Shy and Kavon, pushing a few people lightly to pass them. The moment Shy saw her, he almost choked on his champagne. Her hair was hard curled in a mean asymmetric and her gold earrings highlighted her chocolate brown skin.
When she finally came into view, Kavon saw the Le Coq Sportiff one-piece dress she rocked. Even though it was a little sportier than what everyone else was wearing, her large breasts, thick ass and flat stomach suddenly made it acceptable.
“Kavon, Kavon, Kavon,” Candy sang, seductively, grabbing one of his arms and wrapping it around her waist. “I see you still lookin’ good.” She pushed her breasts against his muscular chest. Suddenly it was as if they were alone.
“Good gawd!” Shy gawked, eyeing her body. “Damn, Candy, is it sweet?” he said loud enough to be heard over the music. “’Cause it sho look good.”
“I don’t know why you worried about it,” she informed him, glancing at him only briefly before returning her sights to Kavon’s fine ass. “You