“We don’t die, bitch!”
– Mecca
When Monroe stepped into the conference room, he was shining like new money. The nervous energy in his stomach quickly subsided as he shook hands with the group of men who had invested in Diamond Realty. His Oleg Cassini designer suit and Steve Madden shoes solidified his position as the new head of his father’s company. He walked, talked, and dressed the part, but he was aware of the skepticism and larceny in the hearts of his business peers. His father’s business partners were not too keen at the thought of him heading the business.
Diamond Realty had been founded from drug money and private investments from the board members. In its seven years of being in business, the commercial and highend residential real estate company had acquired some of the most sought-after properties in Florida and was worth well over a hundred million dollars in equity alone. The company’s worth was growing by the day, and the board members felt that Carter’s position should have been given to someone more qualified than his son.
“Monroe, it’s good to have you on board,” Harper Spokes greeted as he and Monroe shook hands.
“It’s good to be on board, Harper,” Monroe responded.
Harper took a seat at the head of the conference table, sat back comfortably in the chair, and loosened his necktie a bit. “I know that it’s going to take some time for you to get used to the way we do things here. Getting into the swing of things is going to take some time, but I’m willing to teach you everything I know. A little training from me, and you’ll be a pro,” Harper stated confidently. He figured that if he played the role of mentor, it would be easy for him to call the shots from behind the scenes.
Monroe walked behind Harper and put his hands on his shoulders as he looked out at the rest of the board members. “That won’t be necessary, Harper, although it was a gracious offer. The way we do things are about to change, indeed.” Monroe patted the back of Harper’s chair, signaling him to arise from his seat. He then tightened Harper’s necktie and looked him sternly in the eye. “I’m the boss,” he stressed. “The way that we do business will revolutionize so that I am familiar and comfortable with the daily operations and you all are the ones in training. You all will be the ones adjusting, because you have to learn the way that I conduct business.”
Monroe pulled out a chair in the middle of the conference table. “Have a seat, Harper.” He gave the man time to sit down before he continued. “Now I can assure you that it is very similar to the way that my father did things, but I will not allow myself to be at a disadvantage in my own company. New leadership brings about new policy. If any of you think that it is time for you to move on to new ventures, I completely understand. I will accommodate you with severance pay, but I can guarantee that if you stay on board we will all see a substantial rise in profits. The way that I am going to expand Diamond Realty is going to be nothing short of remarkable, and I would love to have each of you on my team. What do you say?”
Silence filled the room. Monroe wasn’t naïve and was sure that there were members who doubted him and even some that wanted to get up and leave, but they were cowards and would never speak up. He took their silence for submission and was satisfied with their fear of him. It was the same type of respect that his father had demanded, and the torch had just been passed down. He nodded his head, hung his suit jacket on the back of his chair, and then took his seat. “Since there are no objections, let’s get down to business.”
“Are you almost done? This is taking all damn day.”
Mecca looked over at the dark-skinned beauty sitting beside him. Her long legs glistened as she positioned them on his dashboard while painting her toe nails.
“Look, Leena, don’t start popping that bullshit. I told you what I was doing today. You the one thought I was going to fuck with a bitch, so you tried to bring your happy ass with me. You know what time of the month it is, so just sit back and chill,” Mecca stated with a smirk as he eyed the woman beside him.
Leena sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, but remained quiet. She folded her arms across her chest and, out of habit, began to pout.
Mecca shook his head. He reached over to grab her hand. He knew that he was the one who had spoiled her, so he couldn’t be too upset with her. He had been in an on-again, off-again relationship with Leena since they were young teenagers. She had witnessed his transformation from boy to man and knew of his involvement in his family’s business.
“I’ll take you shopping after this, a’ight.”
“Yeah, okay,” she replied as she tried to keep the smile from spreading across her face.
In truth he would do anything to keep a smile on her face. Leena was the only woman to capture his heart, and he loved her more than she knew.
Mecca drove up the avenue in his apple red F-150 pickup with chrome rims. He cruised slowly up the block so that his presence could be felt. It was the first of the month, which signified payday for The Cartel, and he was riding around like a landlord, collecting his rent. It was the first pickup since his father had died, and so far two of their many block lieutenants had come short, causing Mecca to have a short fuse.
These mu’fuckas coming short on my money. It’s about to be a problem. Not a dime was missing when Poppa was alive. Now these fuck-ass niggas wanna step outta line. Mecca maneuvered his way to the two-story colonial-style house on the end of the block. He put his truck into park and pulled out his cell phone to call his worker inside the trap house.
“I’m outside. I’m about to send a bitch to the back door. Give my money to her.”
Leena looked at Mecca like he was crazy and shook her head no. “Nigga, you got me fucked up. I ain’t going up in there, and I don’t know who the fuck you calling a bitch,” she whispered more to herself than to him.
Mecca ignored her and continued to speak into the phone. “Is my money right?” he paused again to let his worker respond and then hung up. “It better be,” he stated to himself. He then turned to Leena and said, “What the fuck I tell you about talking shit while I’m on the phone? Go get my shit, and don’t look in the bag either, with your nosy ass.”
“Whatever, Mecca. I’m not new to money. I don’t have to take shit from you.” Leena hopped out of the truck and walked across the lawn.
Mecca knew she wasn’t lying. She had the type of beauty that made niggas want to wife her. She was sophisticated, and her superior attitude made her appealing to most men. If she wasn’t on Mecca’s arm, there would be many men willing to extend theirs, and she knew it. She turned many heads as her voluptuous behind shook with each step she took.
Out of respect for Mecca, the hustlers on the block didn’t try to get at her, but Mecca shook his head and laughed to himself as he watched them drool at the mouth.
Thirsty-ass niggas, he thought as he watched Leena disappear down the long driveway. They’ll never get a taste of that. That’s all me.
“Hey, Mecca,” a random hoodrat called out. She stepped close to his truck, while sucking on a red Blow Pop. In fact all of the groupie broads had come out of hiding as soon as they’d heard the beat from Mecca’s subwoofers turn onto the block. The old saying, out of sight, out of mind, must have been true because as soon as Leena stepped out of sight, the hot girls on the block flocked to him.
Mecca looked up and down at the girl. She was attractive in a ghetto kind of way. Her skintight booty shorts left nothing to the imagination, and her sleeveless tube top hugged her ample breasts. What really got his attention was the way her tongue was pulling on that red sucker. It made his dick jump slightly. He scanned her quickly from top to bottom and was turned off by the re-washed Reebok classics that adorned her feet. Mecca knew his status and would never be caught dead entertaining a chick like the one before him. Every nigga this side of Dade done probably dug this bitch out, he thought in disgust. He even grew irritated that she had thought herself worthy of even stepping to him.
“Come here,” he stated as he prepared to put the girl in her place.
Her lips spread into a seductive smile as she sashayed across the street. She stepped close to his window, but Mecca frowned at the fact that her focus seemed to be behind him. He instantly noticed that her eyes seemed to look past him to his passenger window. He could almost smell the.380 pistol that was creeping up on him.
Instinctively, Mecca’s sixth sense kicked in, and he pulled his twin Desert Eagles from underneath his seats. With one gun in each hand he reached out on both sides of him and fired hollow-points-Boom! Boom!-dropping the girl and the gunman at his passenger window instantly.
Just then, a shotgun shell crashed through Mecca’s rear windshield. Glass flew everywhere as the deafening sound vibrated through the vehicle.
Mecca ducked low as he reached for his door handle and scrambled out of the truck. What the fuck? He sent hollow-points flying across his truck hood in an attempt to keep the shooter on the other side at bay.
Mecca stayed low against his car door to avoid the gunfire of his attacker. He could hear people screaming as they ran to get out of the crossfire. He looked underneath the car and put bullets into the legs of the gunman.
“Aghh!”
Once Mecca saw the gunman go down, he sprang into action and rushed to the other side of the car. “Nigga trying to murk me!” he yelled furiously as he kicked the shotgun out of the fallen soldier’s reach. He aimed his gun at the dude’s head.
“Please, man, please don’t kill me,” the dude pleaded.
Mecca snatched the ski mask off the gunman’s face. He had expected to see a dreadhead, due to The Cartel’s ongoing beef with the Haitians. To his surprise, it was one of his very own soldiers lying at his feet. What the fuck? My own camp plotting on me now? Mecca was astounded and didn’t know what to think.
“Don’t bitch up now, mu’fucka! You had the balls to get at me!” Mecca screamed as he pistol-whipped the man. “Who sent you, huh?” Mecca’s brought the cold steel down across the man’s face with brutal force, causing blood to splatter onto his white t-shirt. “You trying to kill me?” He hit the man once again, baffled that he had to prove that he was the king of Miami’s concrete jungle.
Leena came running out of the house with a duffle bag full of money in her hands. “Mecca!” she screamed in fright at the sight before her.
“Go back in the house!” Mecca yelled at her without even looking her way.
The man groaned in pain as he bled on the hot pavement. Mecca pressed the gun to the middle of his forehead.
“Nah, man! Nobody sent us, I swear. We were just gon’ rob you. My brother and his girlfriend, that’s it, man. We just wanted the money. Please don’t kill me.”
“Niggas really think we slippin’ out here!” Mecca yelled as he stood up and addressed the crowd of hustlers and courageous spectators. “Y’all niggas really think we touchable now, huh?” Mecca was like a pit bull as he stood above the dude and looked every hood nigga in his eye, while they watched on in horror. “We don’t die, bitch! Diamonds are forever, mu’fuckas.” Seething through a clenched jaw, Mecca unloaded the rest of his clip into the man’s dome and then hopped into his truck, speeding away recklessly.
Mecca steadied his driving and eased off the gas pedal when he saw the Miami police cruisers coming his way. He hit the steering wheel repeatedly as he tried to gain composure of himself. His adrenaline was uncontrollable as he thought about what had just occurred. The song “Many Men” filled the interior of the truck as his cell phone continued to ring. He looked down at his caller ID and noticed that it was Leena. “Fuck!” he yelled aloud, realizing that he had left her there with a duffle bag full of drug money.
“Hello?” he answered.
“What the fuck you mean, hello? Mecca! You left me here! Why would you just pull off on me like that?” Leena screamed.
Mecca could tell that she was crying, and guilt immediately plagued him. He hadn’t even thought to retrieve her from the house when he pulled off. The only thing that was on his mind was fleeing the scene before the cops arrived.
“Mecca!” Leena cried.
“Leena, listen to me, all right. Calm down. You know I wouldn’t leave you for dead. You couldn’t ride with me, baby girl. You saw how I left that nigga leaking. I didn’t want you tied up in no murder, so I just pulled off. I’m gon’ send somebody through to pick you up, a’ight.”
“Mecca, oh my God, the police just pulled up. Please come and get me,” Leena whispered, her tears flowing.
“Leena, I’m-a send somebody through for you. Just sit tight. You didn’t see shit, and you don’t know shit, understand?”
“Yeah, baby, I understand.”
Mecca told her, “Hurry up and put Sheed on the phone.” When his block lieutenant came on, Mecca instructed him to hide the cash.
“What you want me to do about ol’ girl?” Sheed asked. “Just let her stay there for an hour or so. I’ll send somebody to pick her and the money up when shit die down.”
“Mr. Diamond, your brother Mecca is here to see you,” the receptionist called out over the interoffice intercom.
Monroe hit the reply button on the intercom and picked up the phone so that the other members of the board couldn’t hear both ends of the conversation. “Porscha, can you tell him that I’m in a meeting right now.”
“I know, sir. I’m sorry for interrupting, but Mecca says it’s an emergency.”
“I’ll be right out.” Monroe turned to his business associates. “If you all will excuse me for a couple minutes… I have some business to tend to.” Monroe quickly exited the room, and his eyes widened in shock when he saw his brother covered in blood.
“Umm, Porscha, can you tell the board members that this meeting is adjourned and find a time that works with them so that we can reschedule. Hold all calls too please.” Monroe nodded for Mecca to follow him.
“Fuck happened to you?” Money asked as they entered another conference room.
“I just bodied a nigga in front of Sheed spot.”
“In front of Sheed’s spot? What were you thinking, bro? You supposed to be handling the street business and you making shit hot on one of our most lucrative blocks?”
“I know but-”
At that moment Money’s cell phone rang, interrupting Mecca. He checked his BlackBerry and noticed that it was Carter. He immediately picked up and put Young Carter on speakerphone.
“What’s good, fam?” Carter greeted.
“Man, we got problems this way.” Money knew that Carter could give them good advice on how to fix Mecca’s mess.
“What up?” Carter asked. “Mecca caught a body.”
“What?”
“Man, Young Carter, it ain’t even how Money making it sound. I wasn’t on no hot shit or nothing. I send Leena into one of the spots to collect the cash, and these mu'-fuckas run up with they pistols blazing and shit, trying to rob ya boy.”
“You had your bitch with you while you were picking up the money?” Carter asked.
“I told yo’ ass about having Leena riding with you during business,” Money stated sternly in disbelief. “You need to keep her out of harm’s way, bro. Today is the perfect example.”
“Look, the police came, so I hopped in the truck and sped off, but everything happened so fast, fam. I left Leena there with the money.”
“You left her there?” Money askd.
“With the money?”
“Yeah, mu’fuckas, damn! I left her there with the money.”
“That’s your brother,” Carter stated in amusement.
“That’s your brother,” Money told him.
“But on a serious note, Mecca, fall back for a couple days, just to let things settle, a’ight, fam.”
“Yeah, I hear you,” Mecca replied hesitantly. He hated taking orders from his older brother, and still wasn’t used to there being more than Money, Breeze, and himself, but inside he knew that Carter was right.
“A’ight, fam, I’ll be back in town in a couple days. I’ll be in touch,” Carter said before hanging up.
Mecca pulled his bloody t-shirt over his head and slapped hands with his twin brother.
“Go sit your ass down somewhere, bro. I’ll go pick up the cash and drop Leena off at home.” Money headed toward the door.
“Yo, Money!” Mecca shouted.
Money stopped and turned around to listen, raising his eyebrows to let his brother know that he had his attention.
“I love her, fam. Make sure she’s okay for me, a’ight.” Money nodded and left the room.
Money pulled up to Sheed’s spot. Sheed was one of their best workers, so he was positive that his street lieutenant would be able to handle the police. There were no squad cars in sight, but the block was live with residents sitting around discussing the events that had happened that day. Money stepped out of the car and all eyes seemed to be on him. He was slightly irritated at how much attention Mecca had brought to their block, but he understood that Mecca had to react. It was either kill or be killed, and Money knew that Mecca had made the best decision that he could have made under the circumstances.
He knocked on the front door, and it opened instantly.
“Fam, the police was asking everybody questions. I didn’t see shit, nah mean?” Sheed allowed Monroe to enter his living room.
“You got that?” Money asked.
Sheed pulled the duffle bag out of his coat closet and tossed it to Money. Opening the bag to make sure it was all there, Money tried to inventory the cash quickly by sight.
“Come on, fam, don’t insult me,” Sheed said. “You know I’m one hunnid.”
Money gave Sheed a look that spoke volumes. Sheed took the hint and shut up, while Money continued to thumb through the bag. Once he was satisfied, he took out five stacks and set it on Sheed’s table. “Thanks for keeping things quiet and looking out for Mecca’s chick. Where is she?”
“She’s in the den. She’s been tripping ever since she saw dude body on the lawn. She’s spazzing, yo.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Money said as he walked toward Sheed’s den. “I’ll take care of it.” He walked into the room and saw Leena sitting on the couch, her face in her hands. “You all right?”
His voice startled her, and she looked up in surprise. “Money? Where’s Mecca?” she asked, tears in her eyes. “He just left me here for dead. The least he could’ve done was come back for me.”
“Come on, Lee, let’s get out of here.” Money reached for her arm and pulled her from the couch.
Money helped Leena into his 2009 pearl white Cadillac STS before getting into the car himself and speeding away. Leena was quiet, and it wasn’t until they arrived at her luxury ocean view apartment that she did speak.
“There was blood everywhere,” Leena whispered. “You didn’t see it, Money. It was horrible.” She walked over to her window and looked out onto the ocean below her. “How can a city so beautiful harbor so many secrets?”
Money didn’t know how to respond, so he remained silent. He knew that she would be shook up after witnessing Mecca kill someone. It was natural.
“You know Mecca would never let anything happen to you, right?”
Leena laughed lightly and shook her head. “I don’t even want to think about him right now,” she stated, still upset with Mecca for leaving her at the murder scene.
Money walked toward her as she continued to stand in front of the window. He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear. “You know I would never let anything happen to you, ma.”
Money’s touch sent shivers down her spine, and she closed her eyes and reveled in the moment.
“I love you, Monroe,” she stated, guilt in her voice.
Leena had never meant to fall for both brothers, but over the years as she dated Mecca, she began to see that Monroe possessed everything he was lacking. Mecca had cheated on her, whereas Monroe was faithful, even though she wasn’t rightfully his. Mecca had a temper, whereas Monroe was calm and always in control. Mecca loved the limelight, whereas Monroe played the back. Mecca was a hothead, spur-of-the-moment type of man, whereas Monroe was strategic and calculating. They were completely opposite, but Leena loved them both. But Money was the one that she wanted to be with.
Leena turned around to face Money. “When are you going to tell Mecca about us?”
Money released her from his embrace and sat down on her oversized couch. “I don’t know,” he stated honestly.
“I can’t keep doing this, Money. The more I’m around Mecca, the more I see that he’s not the man for me. He isn’t even ready to stop fucking around on me. I want to be with you. We shouldn’t have to sneak around like this. Messing around with both of you has me feeling cheap and dirty. I’m not one of these little groupie chicks out here, Money. I feel like you want it to stay like this forever. What? You don’t love me? You don’t want to be with me? Is this thing we’re doing just a game to you?”
“You know I care for you, Lee.”
“But you don’t love me?” she questioned with a slight attitude, nodding her head up and down as if she was starting to see things clearly.
“Yes, I love you, but he’s my brother. He loves you too. You don’t see it, but I hear the way he talks about you, Leena. He may not be ready to commit to you, but he loves you. No matter how much I try to justify this, he met you first. And I’m fucking you behind his back. You don’t belong to me!” Monroe shouted vehemently as he stood and began to pace the room back and forth.
His words brought tears to Leena’s eyes. “Oh, so is that all I am to you-a good fuck? A piece of property? Just to let you know, Money, I don’t belong to anybody. I’m a grown-ass woman that deserves to be happy, and I’m not happy with Mecca.” She shook her head at him in disgust. “I can’t fuckin’ believe you! Is that really all I am to you? Another bitch you fucking?”
“No!” Money yelled in frustration. He caught the volume of his voice and toned it down before he continued, “I love you, Leena. Don’t act like you don’t know, ma,” he said as he wiped a tear from her face.
His lips touched hers gently, and the soft texture of her full mouth instantly aroused him. Monroe’s hands moved with the experience of a Casanova as he slid her shirt smoothly over her head, revealing a purple satin bra. His kisses went from her lips, to her neck. He traced her collarbone with his tongue and moved south until his mouth met her large brown nipples. They were sensitive to the warm sensation of his tongue, and the more he licked and tugged at them with his lips, the harder they became.
“Hmm,” she moaned as she inhaled deeply. Her fingers began to unbutton Money’s designer shirt, and she ran her hands across his broad, well-defined chest.
Money paid attention to every single erotic spot on her body. He was in no rush to get between her legs. He knew that foreplay was the key to a woman’s sexuality, and the more he explored Leena’s body, the wetter she became. No spot on her body went untouched. He caressed, and his mouth became intimate with, some of her most delicate places.
He picked her up, scooping her into his arms and carried her into the lavish bathroom. He sat down on the edge of the large Jacuzzi-style bathtub while she sat in his lap. Their lips seemed to be glued together as Money reached for the brass knobs that turned on the water. He finished undressing Leena and then placed her inside of the water. She looked up at him seductively as she watched him remove the rest of his clothes.
His dick grew another two inches when he saw her fingers slip into her womanhood as her thumb massaged her clitoris. Joining her in the steaming water, he took her foot into his hands and rubbed them softly. A low moan escaped her lips as he kneaded her calf tenderly. Money kissed the bottom of her foot and then sucked on her big toe. The sensation that shot up her back caused her to cum instantly.
A sexy smirk crossed Monroe’s face when he felt her body shudder. His hands moved up her leg, and he parted her thighs as he slid in between them, Leena reaching down and massaging his length.
He stood from the water, bubbles now dripping from his six pack. His eight inches were average, but the thickness of it was astounding. Leena’s eyes beamed in anticipation because she knew that he would stretch her pussy walls to their limit, as he had done so many times before. Precum began to ooze out of the tip, and it looked too tempting not to taste, so she got on her knees and took him into her mouth.
Monroe’s jaw hit his chest as he looked down at the beauty beneath him, one of her hands wrapped around his pole, masturbating his length as she sucked it, the other hand tickling his balls. A grunt fell from his lips as he grabbed the top of Leena’s head, tussling his fingers through her hair as he grinded slowly. He could feel his nut building, and he had to force himself to ease out of her mouth.
Her head game was superb, but her pussy was even better. It was wet, and warm, and tight. He pulled her to her feet and without words turned her around to bend her over. With the flexibility of a dancer, she bent over and clapped her ass cheeks together. Monroe slapped her big, dark behind and ran his dick up and down her dripping wet slit.
Damn, he thought to himself as he looked at the juices dripping down Leena’s thigh.
Money inserted himself slowly and immediately went to work on her, his rhythm slow and his thrusts powerful, his light-skinned, muscular ass cheeks flexing as he moved in and out of her. Leena enjoyed the view as she admired his toned back and behind in the mirror that showed his reflection. The sight of him moving in and out of her, mixed with the fact that he had reached around her and was now fingering her clit, caused her body to shake.
She bucked her ass wildly. Each time she backed it up, their skin slapped together loudly. He was hitting it so good and making her so wet that her pussy began to fart.
Slap, slap, slap-fart… slap, slap, slap-fart… The music that their bodies were making could be heard throughout her apartment.
“Money,” she whined as she played with her own nipples, “I’m cumming.”
“Tell me you love me,” he whispered in her ear as he went into her as deep as he could go. Once he was all the way inside of her, he pulled her hips down quickly and with force over and over.
“Aghh… I love you, daddy!” she screamed.
“Whose pussy is this? This my pussy?” he asked as he hit her with long, slow strokes, kissing the back of her neck each time he stroked her deep.
“Yes, baby, it’s yours,” she whispered as tears clouded her vision. “I’m cumming!”
She popped her pussy back so good that Money came with her, while he was deep inside her warmth, and they both collapsed back into the warm water in satisfaction.
They each washed and rinsed themselves quickly. They stepped out and Money wrapped a towel around his waist before wrapping her in a large red towel. He pulled her close and kissed her lips. “Never ever doubt my love for you, understand?” he said seriously as he stared Leena in the eyes.
Leena nodded her head. “Promise me that you’ll tell Mecca soon. I can’t continue to share myself with both of you. I love you too much. I only want to be yours.” She reached up and took his face in her hands and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Promise me,” she repeated.
Money sighed deeply. The last thing that he wanted to do was hurt his brother, but he couldn’t share Leena with Mecca for too much longer. Every time Mecca and Leena were together, it ate him up inside. He knew that he couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer. “I promise,” he replied as he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “I promise.”