Array Ashley - The Last Chapter

“You told me to read or something. This is something,” she whispered. The look in her eyes radiated lust as she put on a one-woman show for Zyir.

He couldn’t help but to look over at the lovely sight as she closed her eyes and worked her fingers in and out of her wetness. He could see her juices flowing onto the seat.

“You can touch it, Zyir. I know you want to.” Everything about Illiana was inviting; even her words teased his ears as he struggled to keep his attention focused on the road. His manhood hardened at the visual Illiana was providing him with.

Illiana was a seductress, and she laughed slightly because she knew that Zyir was trying to resist the inevitable. She crawled across the front seat of the cabin and climbed into Zyir’s lap, straddling him.

“Yo, fuck is you doing, ma?” Zyir asked, his voice low with indecision as he continued to drive. “You gon’ make me crash this big mu’fucka.”

Illiana reached down and massaged his hard-on through his cargo shorts before removing it from its confinements. “Hmm,” she moaned as she kissed his neck.

The scent of her invaded his nostrils as he gave in to the temptation. She was too beautiful to resist, too enticing to turn away, and although he knew that mixing business with pleasure was for the foolish, Illiana was too hard to turn away. Just like all of the other men she had encountered, he could not tell her no.

“Let me pull over,” Zyir whispered as his breath caught in his throat when she slid down on his shaft. She was so tight that it felt as if his dick was in a glove specifically sized for him. “Damn, ma.”

“No, keep driving. Don’t stop,” Illiana moaned as she worked her hips in circles, enjoying how he filled her up perfectly, taking up all the space in her pussy. The girth of him took her breath away as she rode him slowly.

The ecstasy was so great that Zyir could not stop his eyes from closing. He was high off of the feeling that Illiana was giving him, and the harder she rode down on him, the faster he pushed the large Mack truck. The mixture of speed and sex tickled his loins as his adrenaline rushed him. He removed one hand from the steering wheel to grip her voluptuous behind.

“Ooh, Zy, cum with me, papi,” she urged as she felt the intensity building between her thighs. The sound of her voice in his ear as she rode him only heightened his lust for her. Zyir was ready to pull over and beat it up.

“Ride it faster, ma,” he coached.

Illiana began to work her vaginal muscles, tensing them around his thickness until Zyir could no longer take it. He lifted her off of him with one hand just as he exploded. He closed his eyes, and his mouth fell open as he rode the powerful wave of the orgasm.

“Zyir!” Illiana yelled as the truck veered into the next lane. She grabbed the steering wheel, laughing hysterically, until Zyir regained his composure.

“Is it too much to ask for you to pull over again at the next stop so I can clean up?” she asked.

Zyir nodded and gave her a rare smile, turning his usual serious face into the most handsome one she had ever seen

“Yeah, ma. Whatever you want. I got you,” he replied.

Carter stood outside of the house where Mecca had murdered Miamor. It wasn’t hard to find. The Cartel had used the dilapidated structure many times before. Things didn’t make sense to him. He did not understand why Mecca had taken such extreme measures.

What did she do to deserve this? he thought as he stepped foot inside. The stench of death invaded his nose instantly. It was almost too much for him to stomach.

Making his way down the basement steps, he saw the remnants of Miamor’s murder. The floor was painted with stains of her blood, and the entire room only gave him unwanted images of her death. He stood in the middle of the room as he absorbed it all. He could feel Miamor’s ghost lingering over him. It pained him, because he would never even get to lay her to rest properly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered aloud as he turned to leave. As he looked back one last time, he noticed something on the floor. A necklace, one identical to the one that he wore, lay near the wooden chair. He walked over to it and picked up. His hands instinctively went to his own neck to touch the small cross that hung from it. It had been a gift from their father, and because they were the only two left, he knew that it was Mecca’s.

The walls of the basement began to close in on him as his grief threatened to swallow him whole. Not only had he lost his woman, but his brother as well. No matter how he chose to resolve the situation, things would never be the same. With a new connect, things were supposed to be looking up, but deceit was threatening to tear The Cartel apart from the inside out.

His cell phone rang just as he made his exit. He answered it immediately, already knowing that it was Zyir.

“Zy, I got to talk to you about Mecca.”

“I just got off the phone with him. We about to get this money, fam. Mecca’s on his way to the warehouse. Meet me there.”

“I’m on my way, but do me a favor, Zyir. Don’t trust Mecca. Be careful around him. I’ll explain later,” Carter replied in a tone of warning.

“No explanation needed. It wasn’t a day that I didn’t move carefully around him anyway, fam. A nigga with a body count like that you gotta watch, nah mean?”

Carter walked into the warehouse to the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Three thousand kilos of cocaine sat lined neatly side by side, one on top of the other, composing a wall of riches before him. The math was easy to do. Flipping that many birds meant that they were about to be stupid rich.

“Yeah, boy, you can crack a smile. No need to be the boss at all times,” Zyir joked as he slapped hands with Carter and embraced him briefly. He missed Mecca with the introductions. He had no desire to show his brother love when all he was feeling in his heart was hate.

“We’re back. I can put this work out a.s.a.p. Let niggas know the drought is over,” Mecca stated.

Carter stared at Mecca for a long time and found it hard to conceal his rage. Fire burned in his eyes, and even the stature of his presence was stiff, cold, as if Mecca were the enemy.

“What’s good, Carter? You a’ight?” Mecca asked. He had no idea that his secret was out, but as he looked in his older sibling’s eyes, he felt that the times of treachery were headed his way.

“Everything’s good. Just thinking about how niggas might want to steer clear of stepping on my toes. I made the mistake of trusting Ace too much. It’s always the closest niggas to you that do the most harm,” Carter replied while never averting Mecca’s gaze.

“Nah, baby, you don’t put in work. You just sit back and drive this ship. Take us to the money like only you can do. Me and Zy can handle the beef. All snake-ass niggas have been taken care of,” Mecca replied.

“It’s always one left hiding in the grass,” Carter responded.

The tension in the room was high and put Mecca slightly on edge. He felt as if he were staring into the eyes of his father. It felt like Carter was looking straight through him, and the only other man who had ever been able to make him feel so transparent was their father.

Zyir was silent because he knew Carter well. He was speaking in codes, and Mecca didn’t even have a clue that the beef Carter had was with him.

Larcenous-ass nigga, Carter thought.

Zyir pulled two keys from his pocket and handed one to both men. “I had the locks changed. Only the three of us have access to this building, so each and every bird should always be accounted for,” Zyir stated. “Felipe sent his sister Illiana back to Miami with me. She’s here to protect their investment… a set of eyes for the Garza Cartel.”