Return of the Cartier Cartel
“Don’t say a word, and you won’t get hurt.” “Yo, what the fuck you doing?” Jalissa asked, looking down at the barrel of the .45 pointed directly at her abdomen. Once she saw the seriousness in Cartier’s expression, her ‘I no speaka English’ act was dead. The hard whack on the back of her head with the butt of the gun buckled her knees and instantly dazed her. Woozy and temporarily blinded, she was unable to think straight, as fear shot straight through her veins. Her hands trembled as she tried ...to massage the back of her head at the point of impact. “Didn’t I tell you not to say a muthafuckin’ word?” Cartier’s voice was stern as she growled instructions. “Now get the fuck in the car. Move!” Fearfully, Jalissa crawled into the backseat of Jason’s Benz, where once again Bam was at the driver’s seat and Li’l Momma was riding shotgun. Cartier scooted in the back with the crying hostage to better control the situation. “Don’t cry now,” Bam taunted. “Your ass should have known better than to fuck with The Cartel.”“Remember me, bitch?”MoreLess
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