The Cartel 2: Tale of the Murda Mamas by Ashley & JaQuavis Read Free Book Online

wasn’t working.
    “I can’t wait for you to meet Murder. He’s really good to me … that’s my baby!” Anisa bragged as she smiled and batted her eyelashes.
    I looked at her in high regard. At first glance, no one would have ever been able to tell what she’d been through. She was the shit, and I admired her for being so strong. I would have thought she would have never been able to trust a nigga. I sure as hell never would. A man who had watched us grow for years had betrayed us without a thought. If
he
could fuck us over, then I didn’t put shit past any other nigga out there. Love wasn’t in the cards for me.
    “What kind of name is Murder?” I asked.
    Anisa laughed and replied, “It fits him … trust. That’s the perfect name for that nigga.”
    I shrugged as we parked in her building. “You live here?” I asked as we got out of the car. I looked up at the tall sky rise building.
    Anisa answered, “Only the high life, babe. I’ll put you up on game later. Right now, let’s get you settled.”
    Walking into Anisa’s crib, weed smoke invaded my nostrils, lifting me into a contact high almost immediately.
    “Babe, come out here!” Anisa yelled.
    Murder walked into the room with a blunt hanging from his lips, his aura commanding my attention and respect instantly. Anisa had definitely done well. The nigga was fly. His chocolate complexion and lean figure was attractive. He had a ball player’s height, but was a bit on the skinny side. It looked like Anisa weighed more than he did. His face was average, maybe even a little below average, but when I inventoried a man, I considered more than his looks. The jewels that were hanging around his neck indicated his status, and the fact that he had my sister plushed out in a luxury condo was all the evidence I needed to know that he was getting money. How? I didn’t know, but he was definitely papered up. He walked over to Anisa and kissed her cheek with casual nonchalance. He grabbed a couple Heinekens out of the refrigerator and tossed one to me, then handed one to Anisa.
    “You must be Miamor. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, his strong New Yitty accent complementing his words.
    “It’s nice to meet you,” I replied. “Thanks for letting me stay here.”
    “Not a problem. You’re family. Anisa put me up on everything that happened, and I respect it. You can set
    yourself up in the extra room.” Murder sat down on the couch across from me and passed me the blunt.
    Although I had never smoked weed, I accepted it. I had a lot of adjusting to do and a lot to think about as far as my life was concerned, but I didn’t want to stress it. I embraced the temporary relief and put the blunt to my lips. I inhaled deeply. Big mistake! My virgin lungs rejected the weed instantly, and I coughed uncontrollably as I put my hand over my mouth trying to hold the cough in. My shit was on fire, but I was mostly embarrassed, because both Anisa and Murder were cracking up, having a big laugh at my expense.
    “You never smoked before?” Anisa asked as the burning finally eased in my chest.
    I cut my eyes at her and shook my head no. Her ass knew damn well I hadn’t done shit before—fuck, smoke, drive, even flirt with the opposite sex. Hell, I just had gotten out of lockup! I was a virgin to everything … green to the game. Everything that the average ‘hood chick had experienced by the age of fourteen, I had never been able to do.
    “We about to break you in then,” Murder stated with a small grin.
    Anisa and I sat up all night, catching up on each other’s lives, filling Murder in on our childhood and the few good times we had experienced. He didn’t interrupt, but instead passed the weed back and forth while letting us do our thing. He just sat back and observed like a gangster would. The weed had me so relaxed and I knew that I had found my new favorite pastime.
    By the time daylight crept through the curtains, we were all fucked up. The time had