stride and looked at the new Pathfinder and wanted to plant their behinds on the leather especially since they were used to riding on cloth seats. And it didn’t hurt that the new car smell invaded their nostrils as they had passed him and the two young hustlers. They wanted to get inside the truck but knew better.
“We’re not supposed to get into cars with strangers,” Jasmine said trying her best to sound sexy.
“Well I’m Carlos, Carlos Fuentes,” he said proudly.
“You’re Mexican?” Jasmine asked.
“Cuban.” He looked away from Jasmine to LaTanza. “What’s your name?”
Jasmine wanted Carlos and was doing all the talking but she could see the look in Carlos’ eyes and noticed his body language, which said that he was interested in her friend. Most girls would have been jealous of their friend when an apparent ten stopped them and he wanted the other, but Jasmine and LaTanza were too tight to let jealousy get the best of them.
“LaTanza,” she simply said.
“LaTanza, um hum. That’s beautiful,” he told her with his Spanish accent spicing up his words. “You sure you don’t want me to give you two a ride? If you worried about your man seeing you or something it’s cool. I’ll drop you off right here. I just want to get the chance to kick it with y’all for a second before I head back to my side of town.”
“Oh, she ain’t got a man.” Jasmine volunteered the information for LaTanza who really didn’t have one.
Carlos was as confident as they came and he could sense that the girls wanted to ride. He also wasn’t worried about them having a man. He was a Fuentes and his father was one of if not the largest drug dealers in Chicago and that meant that Carlos had power. The two teenagers he’d been talking to nodded as he jumped into his Pathfinder. One was drinking on a Grape Fanta and the other was standing there patting his head afraid to scratch not wanting to mess up the zigzag patterns of his fresh braids.
Carlos told the boys, “Make sure he gets it all!”
“We got you Los.” They said in unison.
Carlos had just delivered a kilo to the boys who were part of a crew holding down one of his family’s corners in the black neighborhoods.
He whipped the SUV around and a few of the young sistas who knew of Carlos and had tried in the past to holla at him stared and was shitty when LaTanza and Jasmine stepped into the truck. Carlos drove cruising no faster than the speed limit. This was the girls’ first taste of flossing. Carlos slid in a mixed disc one of his boys a well-known DJ in the Chi hooked up for him. Jasmine started bouncing in the backseat to a hit by Lil’ Kim. LaTanza didn’t want to seem like a square to Carlos so she did the same thing.
He asked, “So how old are you?”
Jasmine beat LaTanza to the punch by telling him, “She’ll be eighteen next month and I’ll be eighteen in two months.”
The dates were true but the ages were a lie, they weren’t seventeen, going on eighteen. They were sixteen going on seventeen but Jasmine didn’t want their ages messing up what looked like a good catch for LaTanza. And if this dude has it going on like it seems, she figured she’d benefit also. Carlos had caught the lie; he was too sharp not to. But he got a certain vibe from LaTanza that told him that he needed to get to know her. At twenty and paid, he had plenty of women and just about all of them were Latin and didn’t live in this predominantly black neighborhood, so if he did end up kicking it with this young tender, he was almost for sure not to get caught.
“Aw, okay. Well I ain’t but twenty.”
“Looks like you’re doing it,” Jasmine said as she looked over the interior of the Pathfinder.
He smiled. “I do a’ight.”
Jasmine who was sitting behind LaTanza slid her hand between the seat and the door. When she reached skin she pinched LaTanza on the arm.
“Ouch!” LaTanza said. She rubbed her stinging arm but realized that her
“We’re not supposed to get into cars with strangers,” Jasmine said trying her best to sound sexy.
“Well I’m Carlos, Carlos Fuentes,” he said proudly.
“You’re Mexican?” Jasmine asked.
“Cuban.” He looked away from Jasmine to LaTanza. “What’s your name?”
Jasmine wanted Carlos and was doing all the talking but she could see the look in Carlos’ eyes and noticed his body language, which said that he was interested in her friend. Most girls would have been jealous of their friend when an apparent ten stopped them and he wanted the other, but Jasmine and LaTanza were too tight to let jealousy get the best of them.
“LaTanza,” she simply said.
“LaTanza, um hum. That’s beautiful,” he told her with his Spanish accent spicing up his words. “You sure you don’t want me to give you two a ride? If you worried about your man seeing you or something it’s cool. I’ll drop you off right here. I just want to get the chance to kick it with y’all for a second before I head back to my side of town.”
“Oh, she ain’t got a man.” Jasmine volunteered the information for LaTanza who really didn’t have one.
Carlos was as confident as they came and he could sense that the girls wanted to ride. He also wasn’t worried about them having a man. He was a Fuentes and his father was one of if not the largest drug dealers in Chicago and that meant that Carlos had power. The two teenagers he’d been talking to nodded as he jumped into his Pathfinder. One was drinking on a Grape Fanta and the other was standing there patting his head afraid to scratch not wanting to mess up the zigzag patterns of his fresh braids.
Carlos told the boys, “Make sure he gets it all!”
“We got you Los.” They said in unison.
Carlos had just delivered a kilo to the boys who were part of a crew holding down one of his family’s corners in the black neighborhoods.
He whipped the SUV around and a few of the young sistas who knew of Carlos and had tried in the past to holla at him stared and was shitty when LaTanza and Jasmine stepped into the truck. Carlos drove cruising no faster than the speed limit. This was the girls’ first taste of flossing. Carlos slid in a mixed disc one of his boys a well-known DJ in the Chi hooked up for him. Jasmine started bouncing in the backseat to a hit by Lil’ Kim. LaTanza didn’t want to seem like a square to Carlos so she did the same thing.
He asked, “So how old are you?”
Jasmine beat LaTanza to the punch by telling him, “She’ll be eighteen next month and I’ll be eighteen in two months.”
The dates were true but the ages were a lie, they weren’t seventeen, going on eighteen. They were sixteen going on seventeen but Jasmine didn’t want their ages messing up what looked like a good catch for LaTanza. And if this dude has it going on like it seems, she figured she’d benefit also. Carlos had caught the lie; he was too sharp not to. But he got a certain vibe from LaTanza that told him that he needed to get to know her. At twenty and paid, he had plenty of women and just about all of them were Latin and didn’t live in this predominantly black neighborhood, so if he did end up kicking it with this young tender, he was almost for sure not to get caught.
“Aw, okay. Well I ain’t but twenty.”
“Looks like you’re doing it,” Jasmine said as she looked over the interior of the Pathfinder.
He smiled. “I do a’ight.”
Jasmine who was sitting behind LaTanza slid her hand between the seat and the door. When she reached skin she pinched LaTanza on the arm.
“Ouch!” LaTanza said. She rubbed her stinging arm but realized that her
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