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𝙇𝙖 𝙄𝙨𝙡𝙖 𝘿𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖 (𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩.) 🏆

I went down to the foyer to ask Iris about the “present” from Hugh. She slid me a yellow envelope with a passport, a driver’s license and 10,000 Cuban pesos inside. This man really knew the way to my heart.

My new name was Cassandra Romero from Santiago. It fit me perfectly. I beamed as I walked out onto the streets of Havana. I could officially enjoy being on this amazing island.

I was buying a mango from a fruit cart when someone rushed into me and knocked the fruit out of my hands.

“Damn! Where’s your head at?!!!” I yelled at him, forgetting where I was. My heavy Bronx accent rang through the streets, causing all of the commotion to come to a complete stop. My heart dropped into my stomach.

“Lo siento...” he apologized. His eyes widened when he looked at me. He went back to the cart and bought me a new one. Everyone carried on with their day.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, handing me the new fruit.

“It’s fine. I mean...está bien.” Shit.

“What’s your name?” He asked in English.

I hesitated. “Cassandra.”

“You’re not from here Cassandra,” he said smiling coyly at me. He had a gap in his teeth that were otherwise perfect.

“What gave it away?”

“The locals don’t wear Gucci purses and shout ‘damn’ at strangers in the middle of the afternoon.”

“I don’t see the locals wearing $2,000 cameras around their necks either,” I replied, pointing out the Nikon around his neck.

“Good eye. Are you a photographer too?”

“No. I model sometimes.”

“So that’s why you’re here.”

“You still haven’t told me your name,” I said, changing the subject.

“Roman.”

“What are you shooting Roman?”

“I go to art school in Miami. I came home to take pics for my portfolio,” he answered proudly.

“That’s pretty cool—hey!” He snapped a quick photo of me before I could finish, blinding me with the flash for a second.

“You’re just pretty.” He grinned. “Wanna go for a walk with me gringa?”

“I’m not white.”

“Gringas here are Americans.”

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Oh yeah. I can fix that though. Come with me.”

Roman took me for coffee then we walked around the barrio streets. He would stop me every now and again to make me pose for him. For the first time in a while I felt like me—This time with a whole new identity.

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𝙇𝙖 𝙄𝙨𝙡𝙖 𝘿𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖 🏆

We finally made it to Cuba! Turned out that Luke and the water patrol agents were on a first name basis so we had no trouble getting through. After we docked at the port, Luke called a cab. When it arrived, he opened the door and tossed my bags into the trunk.

“Good luck,” he teased, holding out his hand in the direction of backseat.

“So you’re just leaving me?!” My jaw dropped. He was sending me off in a cab alone in a place I’ve never been too with no clue of my destination. My Spanish was so shaky, I couldn’t imagine myself understanding the driver even if I could ask.

“You’ll be fine,” he said slamming the door in my face. He banged on the hood of the car twice and the taxi sped off.

The driver cruised through Havana’s colorful streets humming to Enrique Iglesias playing on the radio. He brought me to a motel in a small barrio. It was owned by a mature, shapely woman named Iris who embraced me when she greeted me. Her thick curly hair smelled like coconut and pineapple.

“We’ve been waiting on you mi amor,” she said in a thick, nasally accent. It was endearing. She had her daughter walk me up at narrow stairway to a small, studio style room with a queen sized bed and kitchenette. It was humble and exactly what I needed.

Once I settled in, I picked out a cute casual outfit to go explore the neighborhood in. I decided on a yellow crop and my fav Parakiss wrap skirt. Before heading out, I went out onto the terrace littered with pink orchids to enjoy the view and check my texts.

My mom messaged me yesterday. I didn’t get it until now. No cell service in the middle of the ocean.

“Haven’t heard from you in a while. Hope everything’s okay. Your father and I love you. So proud of you! Psalm 27 🙏🏿♥️ ”

I left home 2 years ago to pursue a modeling career. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wasn’t working out how I expected. I had to make a living in other ways. It would break her heart if she knew what I was doing.

“Everything’s fine mom. Love you both 💕”

Another message pinged from Hugh.

“I sent you a present. Ask Iris about it. I’ll visit you soon. Remember NO ENGLISH.”

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𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 🌞

We were only a few hours into our journey to Cuba when the trip started to feel like hell on Earth. All that I could see for miles was the sparkling blue water of the Gulf of Mexico.

“So do you make this trip a lot?” I asked Luke, trying to break the silence.

He rolled his eyes at me and grumbled something under his breath. Not quite the reaction from dudes I usually get.

“Hey! You don’t hear me or something?” I say moving closer to him at the back of the boat.

“Shutup and stay over there,” he warned. “You’re rocking the boat.”

“Rude much.” “What’s your issue?”

“You’re my issue.”

I blinked. Wtf? I didn’t even know this guy.

“Young bitches like you come around sniffing established men out like hounds. Learning too much about the business, fucking up the money,” he said. Practically spitting the words at me.

“I feed my family moving these pills for Hugh and now I have to worry about keeping one of his troublemaking whores safe.”

I had to laugh. Men with questionable morals always draw the line at having sex for money. They’ll rob, kill, and steal but hoes? Unacceptable. Enemies to the public.

“Don’t blame me for the life you chose Lucas,” I told him calmly.  “You chose to make your money doing your boss’s bidding like a lackey. Just like I chose to fuck him so good that he does mine.”

“If my daughter ends up anything like you, I’ll kill her myself.”

“You’d be lucky if your kid is half of me.”

He rammed the lever to accelerate, jolting the boat forward. It caused me to trip over the down-step at the front of the boat, almost sending me overboard into the murky water. His smug face somehow managed to crack a smile when I gave him the finger.

I collected myself and stayed my ass at the end of the boat like he asked. I’m tough but not dumb. This idiot was my only way to Cuba and I for sure couldn’t swim there. I glanced at the burner Hugh gave me to keep in touch while I get settled in Havana. I’d be sure to tell him about his piece of shit employee.

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙚 🍂 (𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩.)

Hugh was furiously reeling in a 12 inch bass covered in algae at the edge of the dock when I approached him with my problem.

“Hey handsome. Can I talk to you for a sec—“

“Look at this fish! This fucker put up a fight, I know that much.” He said interrupting me, giddy as a toddler.

“That’s amazing. But I...”

“Denny, Luke! Check out this big ass bass I just caught!” He yelled for his comrades in the cabin.

“Hugh this is important.”

“Blu, you’re gonna get your money. When have I ever shorted you?” He snapped at me getting visibly irritated.

“This isn’t about money. I need help!” The weight of the situation started to wear on me.

He paused when he heard the crack in my voice. Denny and Luke’s loud footsteps stopped in their tracks once Hugh gave them a quick nod.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“I need to leave quickly. They’re looking for me.” I told him swallowing back tears. I wasn’t gonna look like a pussy in front of him.

“Who’s looking for you?” His eyes angrily darted around the swamp.

“I robbed a bank a couple weeks ago. I need to get out of the country fast.”

After a pause that felt like forever, he started to laugh.

“Trouble seems to always find you,” Hugh said shaking his head at me.

“I’m enticed by all things terrible for me. Even you.” I teased, boosting his ego. $$$

“Do you speak any Spanish?”

“Solo un poco.”

“Good. Ride with Luke,” he said pointing his chin at the fan boat anchored to the dock. “And don’t speak any English. They’ll be looking for Americans.”

“Who?? Ride with him where?” He still hadn’t introduced me to either of the men he was out here doing “business” with. Now he was gonna send me on an international journey with one?!

“Luke’s leaving tonight to move a few thousand pills to Cuba for me. Go with him. You for sure can’t stay here. I’ll send Denny to go get your things.”

I guess he saw the apprehension on my face when he came over and gave me a smooch on my forehead. He gripped my face by the chin and forced me to meet his gaze.

“Don’t ever say I’ve never done anything for you.”

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙚 🍃

The tints on Hugh’s Mercedes were so dark that I hadn’t even noticed that we were pulling up to a log cabin in the Bayou. The swamp scenery seemed pretty unusual for a vaca. From what I remembered, Hugh preferred penthouse suites with bidets and criminally expensive snack bars.

At this point my toes were throbbing from strutting around in those MissC stilettos. So Hugh eagerly swept me up into his arms and carried me from his S-Class to the front door of the cabin. He loved to show off that he was still virile and full of energy for a man in his 50s.

“I vividly remember you telling me that you’d never use Airbnb last time we were together” I giggled at him. He tightened his grip around my legs as he carried me up the wooden steps. Avoiding eye contact, he whispered “I’m here on business. Not vacation.”

“Well you can have a little bit of fun, right?” I said softly, playing with the hairs on his chin. I saw the corner of his mouth lift. $$$

He hurried me to the bedroom and dropped me onto the bed. The rusty iron bed-frame buckled under my weight. I was appalled at the state of the room. What kind of business would Hugh be doing out of this fucked up cabin?

The sound of Hugh’s belt buckle hitting the floor interrupted my thoughts. He wasted no time stripping down to his briefs. I quickly dropped the straps on my satin dress and kept on nothing but my black Nahty g-string. I crawled to the edge of the old mattress and beckoned him to me with my ass hiked high in the air.

Hugh slowly laid himself on his back resting his hands behind his head. He obviously wanted me to do all of the work. Fine by me.

I climbed on top of him while he reached for the foil packet on the nightstand. I leaned forward and left glossy, pink kisses on his face, neck and chest. He yanked the center of my thong out of the way with his right hand and rolled the rubber on with his left. When he was done I leaned back, sliding him into my…greatness. He lasted a solid 5 minutes.

I creeped across the creaky wooden floors  to the master bathroom after we finished to grab a towel. Hugh had fallen asleep almost immediately after he came so I wiped him off and disposed of the slimy latex.

I quickly wrapped myself in his white dress shirt to get fresh air. Then I stood on the deck to smoke the blunt I had in my purse and watch the sun rise over the swap. It really was one of the most peaceful moments I’ve had lately. Once I got past the smell of moss and wood rot of course. I should just enjoy the break from the fast life while it lasts. Hugh could learn all about my bank issues when he wakes up.

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𝙉𝙊𝙇𝘼 🎉

I was laying low in New Orleans (that’s if you can call blowing hella bands on liquor and Dior laying low) when one of my fav tricks noticed me leaving a bar on Bourbon St. I’d never been more happy to see a familiar face, especially one from back home in New York.

As I walked to towards the exit, I felt a hand creep up and squeeze the back of my thigh, exposed from the slit in my dress.

“Let go of me! Are you fucking stupid--oh!”

There sat Hugh Watson. The sales director of a Fortune 500 pharmaceutical company, dodging my instinctive backhand. The top buttons on his dress shirt were undone, revealing the salt & pepper hairs on his chest. He was with two other well dressed men who I assumed were his colleagues.

“Is that how you greet an old friend?” He grinned at me. I smirked back over my shoulder at him. “How’d you even recognize me? It’s been so long. You’re always so busy and all.”

“I’d recognize that ass in a short dress anywhere,” he breathed in my face, pulling me into his lap. His breath reeked of cognac and cigar smoke. Hugh could be very crass but he was just as generou$$$. The other men at the table puffed their cubans with no regard of the NO SMOKING sign posted at the bar.  He and his rich ass friends obviously had quite a bit to drink that night. But all I could see was green.

I grabbed the almost empty bottle of Courvoisier from the ice bucket on their table and brought it to my lips to sip. Hugh’s eyes were glued to the drop of liquor that fell from my lips and traveled down my chest. “He would do whatever I wanted him to tonight,” I thought to myself. Maybe he could help me get out of this bank situation without any trouble...

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𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙢𝙗 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠!

I stuffed as many stacks that I could fit into my Niravam coat before we sprinted out of the vault. Not without first having some fun with all that cash of course! We hopped in the Brinks truck out back, since those guards obviously wouldn’t be needing it anymore, and sped away from the scene. Now I’m off to take my earnings outta the country until the heat dies down. Where to next? 💸

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“𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝! 𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩...𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚..𝘿𝙊 𝙄𝙏!” 💎

After listening to Jordy go on and on about bucket list items and how we’re wasting our youth playing it safe, I couldn’t believe she was serious about THIS one. A bank heist?? With just the two of us? The plan was to strike in the 5 minutes between guard shifts while the Brinks truck loaded the cash into the vault at 4 in the morning. Take all the guards out with minimal if any civilian interference. I hesitated. Then I remembered my account balance...