The Hustler's Daughter {DC Bookdiva Publications}
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Authors: Pinky Dior
The Hustler’s Daughter
Pinky Dior
In loving memory of my Nana,
Lela Williams
Don
reclined in his broad leather seat smoking a thick Cuban
cigar. It hung on the side of his mouth as he effortlessly inhaled the tasty
smoke. He slowly exhaled the smoke from his full curvy lips. Smoke seductively
filled the air, as if he were posing for a Playgirl photo shoot. He wore a
long, thick, diamond-encrusted necklace. It complimented the studded Rolex on
his left arm. Glancing over at the window, he noticed they were minutes away
from touching down in Cuba. Don always flew in style in his multi-million
dollar private jet. His entourage was deep. He was accompanied by his
right-hand man and brother Roy Carter, his left-hand ace Frank Cilliaco and
several body guards. He even brought along a few street workers, his food
attendant Milan, and of course his designated jet driver Alberto. This group
had the benefit of traveling with him exclusively. Don always enjoyed the
beautiful cerulean waters of the Cuban coastline. While looking out of the
window, he could see the beautiful palm trees at a distance. The jet began its
descent and Alberto’s voice announced that they would be landing in just a few
minutes. Don sighed in relief. He was finally about to touch Cuban soil again
and begin his mission. He slept throughout most of the flight, but Roy woke him
up when he began talking to him.
As
the plane landed and he heard the wheels rumbling, Don gazed at Havana through
the small window. He smiled at the sight of the beautiful city and the
wonderful memories it contained. Although he only came to Cuba for business, he
always felt safe and relaxed when he was here. The Cubans showed Don major
love. Back home in New York, however, the game was totally different. Of course
he was well-known and respected, but he always had to watch his back. Don had
to stay ten steps ahead of the game, just in case a nigga tried to make a move.
“Ya’ll
nigga’s ready?” Don asked with a smirk on his face.
“We
ready,” everyone said in unison. That response was all he needed to hear in
order to move forward. Stepping off the jet, Don took a deep breath of Cuban
air. The crisp air filled his lungs giving him a boost of momentum.
A
black stretch limo pulled up seconds after they landed. The driver hopped out
and grabbed their luggage placing it in the trunk. Along the ride, they admired
the trees that gave Cuba an exquisite look. They were complimented by the
waters of the Atlantic Ocean cascading along the right side of the street.
Of
course, all the beautiful females walking around in their bathing suits could
not be ignored. Their breasts billowed over the tops of their bikinis and drew
attention from everyone that passed.
The
limo pulled up to Blau Arenal Club, located in the eastern section of Havana,
in the Playas Del Este area.
Don
gazed from his window and noticed a brown haired female standing in front of
the hotel. She was wearing a white button-down shirt with a navy blue pencil
skirt. She was young and very attractive, but not his type. He was in Cuba to
handle his business; he didn’t come for a vacation. He knew she was a worker
sent by his new connect. He was told she would be wearing a white collared
shirt.
The
limo came to a sudden stop, and everyone grabbed their Louis Vuitton duffle
bags and suitcases out of the trunk. The entourage slowly walked toward the
hotel. They were stopped by the young woman and she spoke to Don.
“You
must be Mr. Carter?” The young woman inquired as she approached him and his
crew.
“Yes,
I’m Mr. Carter, and you are?” he extended out his hand.
“My
name is Alana,” she smiled as they shook hands. He kissed it before releasing
it and she smiled.
“I’m
just helping you with your hotel service and setting everything up for
tomorrow.”
Don
thanked her, as she continued on.
“Manny
will take your things and escort you to your rooms,” Alana informed them.
She
continued to tell them that everyone had their own individual rooms. Don was
kind of impressed; the last connect had two people sharing a suite. He had a
good feeling about this new connect. He had to kill his old one when they tried
to rob him. He and his goons thought Don was a rookie, but Mr. Carter and his
crew were more experienced than they realized. As they were escorted up to
their rooms, Alana pulled Mr. Carter to the side so she could talk with him
privately about the meeting with her boss.
“Tomorrow,
be ready at 8 AM. The limo will pick you guys up promptly at that time and not
a minute later. From there you will go to the designated area,” Alana spoke
with her eyes and made sure she was specific about everything. She didn’t need
any problems on her end.
“Where
are we meeting?” Don inquired taking a cigar out of his jacket pocket.
“The
car will take you along with the person of your choosing to the docks.
“We'll
all meet you there, and proceed to making the deal so we can make this money.”
Alana smirked when she noticed Mr. Carter’s million dollar smile.
“Yes,
let’s get down to business,” Don rubbed his hands together. Alana began to walk
off, but forgot to say something. She stopped in her tracks and turned around
to say, “Hey, Mr. Carter don’t forget to bring your $50,000 security deposit.”
“Do
I get it back?” Don joked.
“No,”
Alana half-smiled as she continued to walk down the corridor, purposely trying
to switch her hips. Alana was a pretty young girl, but she was not what Don
looked for in his women. She had a caramel skin complexion, long brown hair
that reached her mid-back, small lips, and her body was petite-yet curvaceous.
She
definitely wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t spectacular either. He preferred a woman
that was had the beauty and style of Marilyn Monroe. Don shook his head as he
turned around and pressed the button for the elevator.
Don
opened the door to his immaculate room and inhaled the fresh aroma of
vanilla-scented candles. He tugged on his goatee, and smiled at himself in the
mirror. He was full of confidence; he loved the man he had become. These days,
he feared no one but God. In the past, there were times when he feared the man
in the mirror as well.
Don
began settling into his room and putting away his clothes. He sprawled across
the bed and decided to take a quick nap before the meeting. Three hours quickly
passed and he awoke after looking at the clock. He noticed it was time to meet
his crew in the lobby.
Don
got up and grabbed his hotel room key and slid it into his pants pocket. He
departed the room and headed down to the lobby for the meeting. As he neared
the hotel lobby, he saw everyone sitting there. They were patiently awaiting
his arrival.
“Alright
people…tomorrow is the big day,” Don assured them. “Tomorrow we wake up early
to be ready at 8 AM sharp. I don’t want any late comers because I don’t have
slackers on my team. The limo will be here on time, so we need to be in the
lobby by at least 7:45,” Don informed them. He then took a short pause and
said, “This is a big day for me, for you…for us,” Don pointed to each of them
as their eyes met his. “Dress appropriately, wear your game faces; we’re money
makers and we are here to make money. Let’s get this shit on and poppin,” Don
chanted as his crew joined in unison. “Go get some sleep; we got a long day
ahead of us.” Don stated before turning his back to them and walking out of the
lobby.
Back
in his room, Don removed his slacks and button down and hopped in the shower.
After he showered, he kept it simple with a fresh wife beater and Polo boxers.
He emerged from the bathroom and walked over to the doors across the room. They
led to a well-maintained round balcony. Stepping out onto the balcony, he
placed his hands on the black banister. He leaned forward and looked out into
the distance observing the magnificent view of Havana. The skies were dark, but
the lights of the houses lit up the terrain as far as his eyes could see. It
was breathtaking, and Don stood there and soaked in all in. He felt the city of
Havana sparkling in his eyes. As he sat down in the Lazy Boy chair on the
balcony, he pulled out a fresh Cuban cigar and lit it. He puffed on the cigar
and blew the smoke through his nose. He thought about the big day that was
rapidly approaching. It was the day in which he was going to meet his new
connect. This was the vital in getting his product sold and his money made.
This day was slated to be one of the most important in years. It would make Don
Carter a richer and a much wiser man.
The
sun silently rose over the palm trees, peeking through the balcony’s curtains.
Don set his alarm for 5:30 AM. He immediately jumped up when he heard the
annoying beeping screaming in his ears. He yawned as he stretched his muscular
arms over his head and arched his back. He definitely needed a massage later
today; he’d been having back pains lately.
Don
quickly jumped in the shower for fifteen minutes and got dressed. He stood in
the mirror and gave his face a quick shave, just to shape it up. Don admired
his smooth dark mocha skin, nice fade, and his chiseled face. It was all
complemented by his goatee, which gave him a real grown man look. He had full
lips that many women craved and thick eyebrows.
Don’s
face was the epitome of a handsome hustler. He threw on a pair of Armani black
slacks, his 2 carat diamond earrings, and his platinum Rolex. He wore an all
white Armani button-up shirt. On his feet was a pair of $2500 Gucci all-black
alligator shoes.
Don
grabbed his cell phone and headed downstairs to the lobby where his crew was
waiting around. It was seven forty-five on the dot. He loved his people because
they listened; as instructed they’d arrived on time. He exchanged words with
everyone before they walked outside to wait for the limo to arrive.
Don
looked down at his Rolex, it read 7:55. He thought that the limo would already
be there by now. He and his crew were right on time. The limo cruised up to the
curb five minutes later at promptly 8 AM. The driver got out of the car and
greeted them with a smile as he opened the door. He patiently waited until
they were all inside to close it. Don inhaled deeply as they rode to the docks.
Alana
and the other workers greeted them at the docks. She introduced Mr. Carter and
his crew to the workers who represented the connection. They exchanged
handshakes before boarding the expensive and immaculate yacht. ‘You know this
cat got money,’ Don thought while looking at his brother. Roy Carter knew
exactly what he was thinking.
Feeling
the yacht come to a complete stop, Don looked around at his crew and nodded,
“Let’s do it.” He smiled as he got up. He followed Alana from the yacht and was
blown away at the sight of a beautiful multi-million dollar estate before his
eyes.