Free The Face That Launched A Thousand Bullets (The Cartel Publications Presents) by T. Styles Page A

never got a lick or taste of this pussy and you ain’t gonna. Go sit your beastly ass down somewhere.”
    “And you mean!” Shy laughed, stealing one last look. “On that note, I’ma find me somethin’ I can get into.” He gave Kavon dap, then shook head at how sexy Candy was again.
    Kavon felt his heart beat increase slightly. Candy did something to him. And although he tried to hide it, not a lot had changed. He even caught a few niggas checking her as she played him close.
    “How you been?” He inhaled her apple-smelling perfume.
    “I’m good,” he said as he wrapped both of his arms around her waist and looked into her eyes. He was doing this in an attempt to gain some control over the situation. “I see you still sexy as a mothafucka.”
    “Whateva, boy. If I’m so sexy, you wouldn’t be with that Spanish bitch.”
    “Brazilian.” He winked.
    “Whatever.” Her tone was sharp and he could tell she didn’t like Tara being thrown up in her face. But if she hadn’t fucked up, they would still be together. “You know I was trying to get back with you, K.”
    “I know you tryin’ to play games that’s about it.”
    “I’m serious, K!” Candy hit him lightly on the arm, never removing her body from his. “I tried how many times? You act like you don’t even know me no more. What, you in love or somethin’? Just tell me and I’ll stop callin’ you.”
    Maybe this is a test. He thought. If he fucked Candy one last time and he still wanted to marry Tara, then he’d know his love for Tara was real.
    “Stop fuckin’ wit me, girl.” Kavon pulled away to get the waitress to bring him two more glasses of champagne, one for him and the other for Candy. When he got them he placed his empty glass on her platter. “You like playin’ games.”
    “Well, what I got to do to prove to you I’m not?” Candy licked suggestively on the edge of the glass with her pink wet tongue.
    “You tell me.” Kavon gazed right into her eyes. He wanted to fuck her on the dance floor. As they stared at each other, money started falling everywhere. A few ballers thought it would be a good idea to waste cash just because they could.
    “I’m tryin’ to be with you tonight.” A fifty dollar bill fell on her breasts and he tucked it in her cleavage. “So what you tryin’ to do?”
    “You wanna bounce or what?” Kavon suggested no longer able to hold back.
    When she caught the glimmer in his eyes, Candy said, “You ain’t said nothin’ but a word. Wait right here. I’ll be back.”
    She sashayed away fast enough to get wherever she was going, but slowly enough for him to check her body out as she moved. She made sure her hips swiveled and swirled with each step. When she was completely out of Kavon’s sight, he looked for Shy. He had to tell him he was gonna get up with him later and the way he ogled her juicy ass, he knew he’d understand. He spent five minutes looking for Shy but couldn’t find his ass nowhere.
    Where da fuck this nigga go so quick? He wondered.
    He had given up his search when he saw the reason for his exit approaching him.
    “You ready?” Candy smiled. She smelled more like apples than she did when she left and her lips were glossier. He figured she went into the bathroom moments earlier to freshen up.
    “Yeah. Just let me make a phone call right quick,” Kavon said as he spotted the waitress.
    He asked to use the phone and she took him over to it. He paged Shy with the code that meant he got a ride. Although he hadn’t used it in a while, he knew the moment Shy saw it he’d know the deal.
    Candy led him out by his hand as all the dudes gave him the certified look of approval after seeing how thick she was. He had to hit that ass properly tonight because no matter what, he wanted her to know that she had a good thing and she lost it.
    They were outside in front of her candy apple red Toyota Forerunner when she opened the car door for herself and threw him the keys.
    “You drive