Cartier Cartel--Part 4 by Nisa Santiago

Author:Nisa Santiago [Santiago, Nisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melodrama Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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The 757 came to a safe landing at Bishop International Airport in Flint, Michigan on a sunny Thursday afternoon. The plane started to taxi toward the terminal, and the passengers aboard were eager to make their exit from the plane. It had been a smooth flight for Head, and he had slept during most of it.

Head departed the plane with a small carryon duffel bag. He strolled behind the other passengers into the small terminal dressed for the weather in cargo shorts, sneakers, and a T-shirt. He looked more like a tourist than a notorious gangster and convicted felon. He carried a polite smile as he made his way through the terminal and toward the airport exit.

Head smiled vibrantly when he saw her standing in front of the idling black Yukon outside the terminal. Seeing Head, her smile matched his. Head took two steps her way, and Jacki came running toward him with excitement. She leaped into his arms and straddled him, saying, “It’s good to have you back,” and the two kissed passionately in public.

“We need to go,” he told her.

She nodded. “You’re right. There’s a time and a place for everything.”

Jacki collected herself and opened the passenger door for Head and he slid inside. She hurried around to the driver’s side and got into the vehicle. Once again she smiled at Head and said to him, “The others can’t wait to see you either.”

“I bet. It’s good to be back.”

Hearing that, Jacki smiled brighter and was enthusiastic. She was a young and pretty African-American twenty-three-year-old from a small town outside of Detroit.

“We’ve missed you,” she said, still grinning.

“And I’ve missed y’all too,” Head returned.

The black Yukon started the drive through the blue-collar city. Flint had become known for its water crisis, but it also had high crime rates and had repeatedly been ranked one of the most dangerous cities in the United States. Some neighborhoods seemed like ghost towns with vacant lots that stretched for blocks and blocks, and over the years residents had fled the area like there had been some nuclear fallout. Flint was the last place anyone would want to move to, but Head had made it his home away from New York.

Head gazed out the window in silence, taking in the scenery. He had a lot to do—a lot to accomplish.

Jacki steered the Yukon from the blue-collar city to a rural area on the outskirts of Flint where farmland and isolation stretched for miles. They soon arrived at a large home that sat on several acres of land. The Yukon traveled up the dirt road that led up into the property and came to a stop at a large cabin. Head lingered in the passenger seat for a moment, absorbing the view of the estate.

Jacki smiled. “We’re here.”

“Yes. We are,” he said.

Head and Jacki got out of the car and approached the cabin. The interior of the home was a far cry from anyplace Head had stayed in New York. The rooms were huge, especially the master bedroom, which was nearly nine hundred square feet.

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