CHAPTER EIGHT

Welcome to the Cartel.

—MECCA DIAMOND

The sound of the announcer pumped out of the speakers. The entire Cartel was in the VIP suite at the Miami Heat arena. They were all in attendance to watch the Heat play the Pistons. The extra-large suite was reserved for the most prestigious guests and Carter had season tickets for him and his entire team. The liquor was flowing and beautiful waitresses tended to the small group. Basil stood at the glass looking down at the court as he watched the crowd erupt at the sight of D. Wade’s spectacular slam dunk.

“What’s good, fam?” Mecca said as he approached Basil. He had two girls, one on each arm, and they both were stunning. One was ebony-colored with long legs and an ass like a horse’s. She had a small waist but her curves were voluptuous and almost surreal. The other girl was a Caucasian redhead who had big perky breasts that seemed as if they were seconds away from bursting out of her small black dress.

“What up, fam?” Basil replied as he slapped hands with and embraced Mecca. Mecca then threw both of his arms around each girl’s shoulder.

“I want you to meet Ginger and Kim. Pops sent them over,” Mecca said smoothly as he looked over at the bar, where his father was standing holding a beer. Carter and Kane were both smiling as they watched Basil going through his initiation. Carter raised his glass and saluted Basil. Basil smiled and shook his head at the sentiment, then raised his glass as he thanked him nonverbally. The girls, almost on cue, left Mecca and instantly stood by Basil, one on each arm.

“Welcome to the Cartel,” Mecca said playfully and he put his hand on Basil’s shoulder and patted him. The two girls led Basil out of the VIP suite to the private suite next door. Basil could get used to this Miami living.

Meanwhile Kane and Carter talked at the bar as they surveyed the intimate gathering.

“Your guy saved my life yesterday,” Carter admitted, just before he took a swallow of the beer.

“Yeah, Youngblood is very sharp. He’s been like that since a young boy,” Kane replied. “Just like his mom,” Kane added thinking about how Frenchie used to be. She had so much promise before the drugs.

“Yeah, that’s a shame, what happened to Frenchie,” Carter said as he too thought about how Frenchie had been when they were younger. It was a distant memory but he remembered the good times. Carter quickly changed the subject and leaned in closer to Kane.

“Ah, I want to thank you for delivering those monthly envelopes to T for me. Even when you got locked up, you made sure your people got that to her. That’s honorable,” Carter said. Kane nodded. Carter had a love child with T that only a few people knew about. His connections with the Cartel prevented him from bringing his son into the light. His empire would crumble if his secret got out. He got his hometown girl pregnant just before he moved to Miami and didn’t find out until years later, once his family was already established. As soon as Carter found out about his illegitimate son, he began sending money to him monthly and Kane was the pipeline that made it happen for him. Carter would be forever indebted to him for that.

“I took the liberty of adding twenty more units onto your guy’s order. That’s on me. If it wasn’t for Basil’s sharpness, I might not be here right now,” Carter said in gratitude.

“Yeah, Youngblood was on his A game. Them Haitian mu’fuckas had the drop on you,” Kane admitted.

“True indeed. Keep him around. He’s going to be king one day. Might even take your spot,” Carter said jokingly just before he finished off his drink. Kane chuckled, but deep inside he knew there was some truth there. Basil was a different breed. He was destined to be large in the drug game. He was too clever not to be. Kane knew that he was the new, improved version of himself and instead of jealousy, he felt proud. He was creating an “untouchable” with Basil.

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Meanwhile in the next room, Basil was getting his mind blown. He sat on the comfortable leather couch with his pants down around his ankles. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed as the sounds of slurping echoed throughout the suite. Two girls were at his feet, while on their knees. Both of them were giving him fellatio as they tag-teamed his slightly curved, dark pole. The ebony woman sucked on his balls while the other girl worked on his erect tool. Basil glanced down and saw the big perky breasts of both women. The large pink areolas of Ginger combined with the deep-chocolate-colored ones that sat at the tip of Kim’s melons were a sight to see. They both had their dresses pulled down around their waists as they serviced Basil. Basil could get used to Miami. The city definitely embraced him. He continued to watch as the women tag-teamed him and he stood tall and firm as they began to moan loudly. He gently placed his hands on the backs of each of their heads as they slowly bobbed up and down. Tingles went up his spine as he felt an orgasm approaching. Basil clenched his ass cheeks and stiffened up his legs as his eyes began to roll back in his head. He had never experienced a sexual encounter like the one that was upon him. He had two of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen on their knees in front of him, blowing his mind.

“Ooh shit,” Basil whispered as he began to pump, diving into Ginger’s mouth with each thrust. He felt himself beginning to climax and his body tensed up as he pulled his tool out of the girl’s mouth. He began to stroke himself and the two girls immediately got side by side and began to grope their breasts, giving him a place to release himself. Basil looked down and the sight alone sent him over the edge. He released himself on the two girls, and they gladly accepted everything he offered while moaning and touching each other. They began kissing one another, and Basil sat back and enjoyed the show while panting heavily from the exhilarating release he’d just experienced. “I love Miami,” he whispered to himself as he sunk deeper into the couch.