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  Duffel Bag Cartel

  A Novel by Ghost

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  Chapter 1

  Phoenix

  “Ssh. Hurry up and come on.” I whispered, taking Alicia by the hand and pulling her into the back of the stretch Navigator Limousine.

  Alicia allowed me to. She hurried inside, after taking one quick glance over her right shoulder back to the house that she shared with my right-hand man. “Phoenix, you tripping. I know damn well you ain’t got on yo mind what I think you do.” She took a tuft of her short curly hair and placed it behind her ear, settled into the back seat of the limousine and looked me over closely. Alicia was five feet seven inches tall, light skinned and every bit of a hundred and forty pounds, thick. She had more ass than a donkey. Her small breasts, in my opinion, complemented her frame perfectly.

  I rolled up the partition after telling the driver that we needed fifteen minutes before we headed to the church where Alicia was set to marry my homeboy. I slid closer to her, and placed my hand in her thick thigh, squeezed it, and rubbed slowly in between her legs. “Lil one you already know what it is. You about to marry my nigga today, but before you do I gotta hit this pussy one more time. Its only right. Now open these legs.” My fingers grazed over the crotch of her lace panties. Her warm sex lips poked through them. That was another thing about Alicia, she had one of the fattest pussies that I’d ever seen in all of Memphis. I could never get enough of doing the most to it.

  She tried to squeeze her thighs together. “Nall Phoenix. This ain’t right. Mikey about to be my husband now. We can’t keep doing this behind his back. I don’t feel right.” She tried to pry my hand from her thigh.

  I pushed it away and slid it back toward the opening of her short skirt. Those red thighs looked so tantalizing. For me there was nothing like a thick woman. “That’s why I volunteered to pick you up so we can handle this bidness for the last time. After y’all got married and I ain’t trying to hit this pussy no more, you got my word on that. Now stop playing wit me.” I pulled her thighs apart and dropped to my knees in front of her, pulling her skirt all the way back. The heavy aroma of her sweet smelling perfume coming from between her legs, invaded my nostrils.

  Alicia arched her back, opening her thighs as wide as they could go. “Damn Phoenix. You always doing this kind of shit Mane. I just wanna be faithful to my man. That’s it.”

  I yanked them panties to the side and kissed along her slit. Stopped and looked up to her. “Its good shawty, you gon be able to do all of that from here on out. Trust me. Just right now I need some of this pussy for old times sake.” My thumb spread her lips, exposing her pink. She moaned deep within her throat and closed her eyes tight. I licked up and down her glistening crease, making figure 8’s around her clitoris, and then sucking it into my mouth, darting my tongue back and forth across it.

  She held the side of my face and humped into me. Wrapped her thighs around my neck, breathing heavy. “Un. Un. Phoenix. Aw fuck baby.”

  She bucked. Yelped. “Phoenix. Phoenix. This is fucked up. This is fucked up. I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” She yelled, cocking her thighs open, cuffing her small titties in her hands. I could see the hard nipples poking through the material. It looked so good.

  Her juices slid down my neck, and into my shirt. I could taste her on my tongue. As soon as I felt her shaking like crazy, I sucked her clit harder, making her run. She fell to the floor of the stretch. “Nall, get yo ass back here lil one.” I picked her up and forced her knees to her chest. Had my dick outside of my pants in seconds running it up and down her dripping crease. Took the head and slid in, then slammed all nine inches home until my nuts were laying against her ass cheeks.

  “Uhh.” She gasped. “Damn you Phoenix. Damn you.” The Limo rolled over a speed bump.

  “For old times sake baby. That’s all. Just for old times’ sake.” I slid my piece in and out of her, digging deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her tight, wet walls sucked at me with each stroke, the pussy getting better and better.

  It didn’t take long before her nails were scratching up my back, digging into my skin. “You fucked up, Phoenix. Aw. Shit. You so fucked up.” She squeeze her eye lids together tightly as she laid the side of her face on the seat, a slight trace of drool sliding from the corner of her mouth.

  I couldn’t help slamming into that box hard, repeatedly. I was trying to knock them walls loose, especially if this was going to be my
last time hitting this pussy, and out of love for my homeboy I was sure that it would be. Back in the day, when I was just thirteen, Alicia had been the first girl that I’d freaked. She moved away to New York for seven years, before coming back and becoming an item with my right-hand man Mikey. We’d all gone to school together. Her and Mikey had always had a thing for one another, and were considered an item from the ninth grade, all the way up and through our senior year.

  Three years ago, he’d started going back and forth to New York to make a bunch of drop offs and pick ups. While out there, he and Alicia rekindled what they always had back in high school and were now set to be married. I couldn’t understand how any dude could allow for himself to be locked down by one female when there were so many bad bitches in the world, but to each their own. As long as I could get ahold of her whenever I wanted to, I didn’t see a problem with it. Now that they were getting married, it was in my best interest to fall back and be considerate. Alicia’s pussy was so good though. I felt her nails dig into my back, and trail down it. “Uhhhhh!” She hollered, shaking for the second time.

  In and out.

  In and out.

  My piece slid back and forth through her lower lips. I could hear a constant sloshing sound. The pussy got wetter and wetter. Faster and faster I stroked, sucking her spiked nipples through her blouse, before pressing her knees further to her chest. I felt my seed getting ready to spill out of me. “I’m bout ta cum Alicia.” More pounding. Faster and harder. “I’m bout ta cum shawty. Fuck!” I sucked on Alicia’s neck. My hips crashed into her middle again and again. I was trying to knock them walls loose, as usual.

  “Stop. Stop. Uh fuck, you killing my pussy! You killing it. Aw fuck yes! Un!” She threw her head back and came all over my pipe for the third time, triggering my orgasm. Her mouth wide open. “Aw. Aw. Yes Phoenix. Shit.”

  Five hard pounds later I began to jerk, cuming harder then I could remember. The session ended with me sucking all over her neck, I was careful to not leave any passion marks.

  Alicia slowly slid from under me and put her panties back in place. “Damn Phoenix, you always making me do shit I don’t wanna do. Shit I don’t try to do. Now what if he get between my legs tonight, because it is going to be our honey moon, and my flower is still open the way it is? Damn you ain’t right.” She shook her head and pulled her skirt as far over her thighs as she could.

  I took a wet wipe and ran it all over my dick, and sack below. Once I dropped Alicia off, I’d have to jump in the shower anyway before I got fresh and met Mikey at the church for the wedding. We were set to wear matching Gucci tuxedos. Mikey had been my dude for ten years now, ever since 2009, back when we were in high school.

  “Did you hear what I said Phoenix? What if he feels that you’ve been between my legs when he gets down there tonight? What am I supposed to tell him?”

  “Shawty you tripping. You already know how that thang between yo legs work. That mafucka is loose right now from me doing my thing, and an hour later it’ll be good again. We gon have to bank on that because what’s done is done.” I rolled down the back window to allow some of the sex smells to drift out of it. It was April of twenty nineteen and Memphis was already experiencing some form of a heat wave. That global warming shit had to be serious. It was ninety-five degrees outside already at eight in the morning.

  She sat across from me and crossed her thick thighs. Folded her arms in front of her chest. “You ain’t right Phoenix. We should have never done this. Damn I feel horrible.”

  I scoffed. Opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of pink Sprite. I needed to slow some shit down right away and wasn’t nothing like that codeine. I took a nice swallow, and felt the syrup course down my throat, before it burned my belly. The heavy feeling came over me almost immediately. My eye lids felt like a ton of bricks. “Shawty, you came three times. Those are just the ones that I was able to feel. It didn’t seem like you was experiencing no remorse when I was beating them guts in. Stop it with all them mafuckin dramatics. That shit over wit. Its time to get yo ass to the church so we can get you married.” I laughed. It was hard not to. What type of woman fucked her soon-to-be husband’s right-hand man hours before they got married? Memphis was something else and had been ever since I’d moved here from Phoenix, Arizona when I was ten years old.

  “Shut up and let me taste that shit mane. I need a sip so I can ease my conscience. I don’t know how I’m about to look my Fiancée in the eyes. Damn I’m bogus.” I handed her the bottle. She took it and took a nice swallow from it, then gave it back to me. She wiped her mouth. “Phoenix, please, once we get married, please don’t come at me like that no more. You know I got a weakness for you because of our history, but I really love Mikey. I wanna do right by him. He’s a good man.”

  I took a long swallow from the bottle and rolled the window all the way down. There was a nice breeze that felt good on my face. The driver got on the highway and increased his speed. There were a couple cars that rolled past us blasting their music. I set my arm on the window sill. “You got my word. I think its cool that y’all tying the knot. Mikey really loves you, that’s for real. Y’all just gotta stop arguing so much about every little thing. That shit ain’t healthy.”

  “Yeah I know. No relationship is perfect, and I’m sure that our marriage won’t be either. One thing I know for sure, that’s that doing shit like this definitely won’t help.” She lowered her head and sighed. “Do you know that you’re the only man that I’ve been with?”

  I took another swallow and waved her off. “Stop playin wit me Alicia. I ain’t trying to hear that bullshit. I already know that ain’t the truth.”

  She shook her head vigorously. “No, I’m serious Phoenix, you’re it. Me and him ain’t even went all the way yet. I’m surprised he hasn’t told you that yet.”

  I sat up, with my eyes bucked. “You saying this nigga about to wife you and he ain’t even hit the pussy? Seriously?” I was shocked and in disbelief.

  She nodded. “Yeah, we were waiting until marriage. I told him that I’ve only been wit one man though. I just never told him that the man was you. I’m pretty sure he’d kill my ass if he found that out. You already know how crazy Mikey is.” She shook her head and took the bottle of Sprite from me and turned it up.

  I felt bad. I didn’t know that Mikey had never fucked Alicia. I figured that he was saving her as his own special lil piece and here it was that I’d been fucking her all along behind his back. I had to stop that shit. I needed to get better dick control, and more of a conscience because as it stood, I didn’t have either. I loved pussy, and in my book no female was off limits. Turning pussy down was my problem.

  “Alicia, it’s all good, shawty. This our last time being together. I ain’t gon allow you to fuck up your marriage wit my potna. Me and bruh thick as thieves. This shit gotta stop, so you ain’t got nothin to worry about. That’s my word.”

  She came across the aisle and sat beside me. Took my hand and interlocked our fingers. “Phoenix, there is something that I want you to know even before I get married. That’s that I really do love and care for you. I need for you to know that. You are always going to be my weakness. That’s why I’m asking you to cut me some slack once I say my vows today.” She kissed the back of my hand and looked into my eyes.

  “Damn Alicia. You already know I’m crazy about you. You’re my first. Even though you marrying my potna them feelings gon always be there for you. You feel me?” I kissed the side of her forehead, and kept my lips pressed against it.

  “Thank you for saying that Phoenix. I swear to God I needed to hear that.” She took a deep breath and exhaled, falling against me. “Just be my big brother from here on out. I know I’m going to need you along the way.

  ***

  If there is anybody in this church who knows why these two shouldn’t be joined in holy matrimony speak now or forever hold your peace.” The Pastor said, as he stood in front of them with his purple and gold robe. The Bible w
as opened in his hand.

  The church was packed. On Alicia’s side there were mostly her relatives from Queens, New York. They were dressed respectfully and looked well groomed. They wore expensive outfits that coordinated with the brides white and beige wedding dress. Across the aisle were Mikey’s wedding guests. Most of them were dope boys. They were fitted in denim shorts, black tees, and plenty of gold jewelry, over Jordans and Airmax. Many of them were from Orange Mound. That was our projects. A place we called home.

  I looked around to see if anybody was going to try and rain on my man’s parade. The pastor waited for a full five minutes before he proceeded with the vows. Fifteen minutes later, Mikey and Alicia became husband and wife. I still couldn’t believe it.

  Chapter 2

  When I was seventeen years old, my mother passed away from cervical cancer. She was the love of my life, and one of the only people in this world who gave me a reason to give a fuck about anything. After her passing my heart became colder than an ice cube in a freezer. That was until my daughter was born on March tenth of two thousand and eleven. She was eight years old and the new love of my life. Her name was Shantê. She had the same light caramel complexion that my mother once had, and the same hazel eyes, with light freckles. Her hair was bushy and fell to the middle of her back. She was my weakness.

  Two weeks after Mikey and Alicia became husband and wife, my baby mother, Toya showed up at my crib in Orange Mound with my daughter at five in the morning. She beat on the door with her closed fist until I answered it in my boxers. I had my forty-five automatic in by right hand and my lip curled. I didn’t even take the time to ask who the hell it was beating on the door. I simply threw it open and aimed the gun as soon as the door swung outward.