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Brooklyn

I turned over in the bed to reach for my phone to see what time it was.. 1:03 A.M. Couple of missed calls from the boys. I didn't realize how late it was.

Mike is still laying here sleep, snoring and all. I know my shit good, but I ain't know it was this good. I still have yet to hear him tell me about his business with Carlos. No information, no transactions, no nothing! If I don't get anything out of him, Carlos is either going to kill me or throw a bitch fit. I need my money, so Mike gotta start talking.

The thought of how unloyal some people are, disgust me.

I have been told Carlos not to trust this nigga but he just doesn't believe I have his best interest at heart. I mean, why wouldn't I? Whoever plays with his money, fucks with my money. But then again, without them fucking up, I wouldn't be able to do my job.

Word around town was that Mike was telling some niggas around the city that works for one of Carlos's rivals, about Carlos's new found alliance with the Russians. It's really simple, what goes on in Carlos's cartel, stays in his cartel. The crazy thing is, no one even knows what Carlos looks like. So to even tell his business when people can't even give a description of him is just too much. That right there lets us know, he can't hold any secrets. We're never allowed to share information with any outsiders, especially the oppositions. It's just basic common sense. You shouldn't even be fucking with them in my opinion anyway, no conversations or nothing! So here I come, having to save the day. Making sure that what we're hearing isn't it true. But if it is, he'll die. I believe it's true.

All of Carlos's team know he has one head hitman and one hitman only who makes the call. But what they don't know is that the hitman is a woman, let alone me. No one knows my role. I move in silence, literally. I wouldn't even personally call myself a hitman... Most times I just set niggas up for their profit to help Carlos out, get information from the opps, or seduce niggas Carlos has any type of altercation with so they can then be killed. It's only been a couple times I, myself, has had to pull the trigger. That's not really my style. I like what I do. It amazes me how quick a nigga will open up, believe in, and tell their whole life to a stranger just because she got big tits and a fat ass. Belief is a deception you play upon yourself.

Despite the fact, back to work. I didn't get close to Mike for me to fuck him whenever he needed his rocks off and for me to be just cuddled up in the bed with him, I need some info. I looked over at him to see he was still sleeping and stretched out. One leg up, one leg down, arms all over the place.

I needed Mike's attention now. I slid my hand down his boxers stroking on his dick while kissing on his neck. He started to squirm then let out a little moan. He looked to see me in his face and smiled when he saw my face. He looked at me while biting his lips, that let me knew what he wanted.

Even though I didn't want to, I gotta do a lot of shit if I want my money.

I grabbed my phone, unlocked it, and went to the camera. I found my way in between his legs while my phone was still in my hand.

"What you doing with your phone?" he asked.

"I wanna record myself... So you can look at it over and over again and cum to it when I'm not here." I replied. He smirked at my comment and got even more excited when I said that.

I pressed the record button right before I started. As soon as I pressed it, I got down to business. If I was going to give some head, I was going to give some of the best head he had ever received being as though it was his last time he was ever going to get it.

I pulled all of the tricks I knew out on him. I did it like my life depended on it while his toes curled and moaned so loud calling my name. I felt like I owned him. I was serving all types of looks making the best facials in the camera as if I was a pro. Boy, I felt like a monster.

When he finally let his load out, I knew it was time to really get the business. He tried to kiss me afterward but I wasn't really feeling it. Instead, I just let him kiss my forehead.

Gay ass nigga.

I laid back down beside him in the bed but I put the phone on the dresser. But what he didn't know was that I left the video still recording. Now I was ready to get him to start talking. All I had to do was get him to say anything bad about Carlos or tell me any of Carlos's business, then I'll be ready to send the video to my boys and they'll handle it from there.

Me and Mike were facing each other while he was looking into my eyes and stroking my hair.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

"Because you're gorgeous as hell. And you give some mean head!" he replied then giggled. I didn't find it too funny, so I just rolled my eyes and smirked.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Yeah, wassup?"

"What do you do for a living?"

"Hmm... I don't know if I can answer that." he replied sounding hesitant.

"C'mon you can tell me anything baby... We tell each other everything right?" I replied. He took a while to answer but I can tell by his body language and facials he was going to give in.

"Well, I'm a distributor."

"What like a wholesale liquor distributor or something?" I asked while laughing.

"Nah.. like I'm a drug distributor. One of the main distributors for this dude Carlos."

"Carlos? What he a Migo or something?"

"Nah, he not." he said laughing. "He black. Lightskin fat nigga. He probably mixed for all I know.. I don't really give a fuck though. He one of the biggest Drug Lords there is. He stays in one of those alias ass houses out Buffalo." he replied. That was all I needed to hear for me to call the hit.

"He sounds like Fat Joe." I said while both of us laughed. "But enough about him, I just wanna focus on you, on us." I replied. I kissed him slowly while grabbing on his dick again.

"Can I get some ma?" he asked.

"Yeah... actually you can. Can you come with me first though? I'm really hungry I just wanna grab something quick to eat" I asked.

"Girl I got food in the kitchen!"

"Please daddy?" I asked in my baby girl voice.

He nodded his head and smiled, then got out of the bed.

"I'm bout to put some clothes on then I'm coming down... Wait for me in the car." he said. He ain't even have to ask twice. I grabbed my phone off the dresser and stopped recording. I sent the video to Carlos while I was literally rushing down the stairs, then sent a text to my boys who were parked about a block down waiting for my say so. I got in my car and drove off before Mike even came outside. Within 60 seconds, my phone started ringing. I looked at my phone, and it was Carlos.

"Yes, Carlos?" I said.

"Took you long enough! You had them out there waiting all night how long does it take to make a nigga cum?" he asked.

"Look, Carlos, I got the job done, I'm coming to the warehouse to get my money I'll be there in a few."

"I got you. Brooklyn?"

"Yes, Carlos?" I asked irritably.

"Good work tonight."

"I do good work every night. See you in 20." I replied before hanging up the phone.

Brooklyn, that's my name.