“All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend.”
– Tupac Shakur
Miamor and Carter, both with an oversized martini cup in their hand, sat on the secluded shores of Costa Rica, enjoying the scenery. The sun began to set, illuminating an orange hue onto the ocean as they sat at the edge of the water.
Miamor glanced over at Carter and smiled. She was definitely impressed. Carter’s body was intact, and she loved it when a man took care of his body by being in shape. She glanced at his six-pack, and then she looked at the noticeable bulge in his white linen shorts. She smirked, remembering how he’d laid the pipe down the previous night. Carter’s sex game was on point. He never left her disappointed and made sure that she got hers every time.
Carter noticed her staring and playfully asked, “What you looking at, ma?”
“You,” Miamor answered sexily, leaning over to kiss his lips.
Carter examined Miamor’s body and loved the way her one-piece Chanel swimsuit hugged her frame. The fabric could barely hold in her voluptuous ass cheeks, and Carter loved every minute of it. He watched as Miamor reached into her matching Chanel bag and pulled out a Dutch and a bag of Miami’s finest. She licked and split the Dutch like a pro and filled it with the goods.
“You on this wit’ me?” she asked, knowing Carter didn’t smoke.
Carter shook his head no and watched as she lit up the “la.” Carter loved the fact that Miamor was so street, so hood, but yet so classy all at the same time. And her Brooklyn accent turned him on. When he was with her, he felt like he was with his partner, because they could relate on so many levels. He knew that either, one, Miamor’s father was a real street cat, or two, she had a serious relationship with a street nigga. Either way, he knew that she had been taught well.
What Carter didn’t know was that neither Miamor’s father nor any of her exes had been in the streets. She was a street bitch in her own right.
Carter decided that he wanted to know all about Miamor and thought now would be the perfect time to ask. “So what’s your story?” he asked as he took a sip of his drink.
Miamor slowly blew the smoke out. “What do you mean?”
“What do you do? I noticed that you wear the best clothes, and that expensive condo you trying to sell ain’t cheap. How do you get your money? You got a nigga back home cashing you out?”
“No, ain’t no nigga breaking me off. I make my own money.”
Miamor hit the la, to buy herself more time to think of her lie. I can’t tell him that I kill niggas for a living, and that my crew and I have caught over forty bodies over the years. What am I supposed to say-'Yo, I’m a Murda Mama'? “My father left me a nice piece of change before he died.” She looked into Carter’s eyes, trying to sense if he bought the lie or not. “And he had a lot of properties back home in New York that I own now.”
Carter looked in Miamor’s pretty hazel eyes and instantly knew that she wasn’t telling him something, but he was determined to find out more about his beautiful mystery woman. His stare was so deep that he made Miamor nervous.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” she said, desperately trying to change the subject.
“I enjoy your company. No need to thank me. I needed to get away.”
“From what?”
Carter sat up in his chair and looked her directly in her eyes. He had encountered many women in his life, but none compared to the one before him. She seemed to have the complete package. He had seen prettier chicks, even some with better bodies, but Miamor was different. A bit rough around the edges, he was confident that she could be trained.
While every other woman he had ever courted tried to become wifey, Miamor just went with the flow and was comfortable with her status in his life, whatever it may be. There was no pressure with her, and he appreciated the fact that she didn’t sweat him.
“Take a walk with me,” he said as he stood and reached down to help her up from her seat.
Miamor lifted her designer shades off her face and placed them on top of her head as she looked up at Carter. “Where we going? You know I’m tipsy, nigga. We’ve been sipping on mai tais all day.” She laughed. “I probably can’t even stand.”
“I got you.” Carter licked his lips.
Miamor stood and held his hand, clinging to his arm as she steadied herself. It felt so good for her to just be able to relax.
They walked through the sand of the darkening beach, the horizon a phenomenal mixture of exotic oranges and reds, setting the perfect atmosphere for an intimate walk on the beach.
In the States, she could never let her guard down, so to be so far from home was like heaven to her. Me and Nis used to always dream of traveling, she thought. She looked down at her feet as thoughts of her murdered sibling crossed her mind.
Carter noticed the sad expression take over her striking features. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking about my sister. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood,” she said with a weak smile.
“You didn’t. Tell me about her.”
“She was the most perfect person ever,” she whispered.
A wind gusted up to shore from the ocean, and Miamor wrapped her arms around herself. “She always wanted to travel. She would be so jealous that I’m here right now if she was alive.” She laughed, thinking of how Anisa would’ve cussed her out if she hadn’t invited her. “She taught me everything I know, and she saved me from living my life in fear and in pain.”
“In fear of what?”
Miamor stopped walking and put her head down as memories of her childhood came rushing back to her. Carter lifted her chin with the tip of his finger and noticed the look of rage going through her eyes.
A single tear trailed her cheek. “My mother abandoned us for a boyfriend who liked to molest little girls. One night he came into my room to touch me, and my sister told him to take her instead. I remember the first time it happened. I heard her screaming for him to stop, and I laid in my bed the entire night listening to him violate her. He threatened to kill us if we ever told our mother.” Miamor had tears streaming out of her face as she stared out into the ocean, the dark arms of the night enveloping her and Carter on the deserted beach. “Anisa got pregnant. She was only twelve and was walking around with a baby in her stomach because of him. We were afraid to tell our mother, so she came up with a plan to lose the baby. She purposefully started a fight with these girls in our neighborhood and told me not to jump in, no matter what. They beat her until her body miscarried the baby. There was so much blood, and she was in so much pain, but we got through it… together. I remember being so scared. I thought my sister was dying. That same night, our mother’s boyfriend was back in our room. He pulled Anisa into his bed. She was crying and screaming, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew that she was in pain. I grabbed a gun that my mother used to keep hidden in the coat closet and I killed him. I shot him in the head. I saved her then, but I wasn’t around to save her this time. I was supposed to be, but I wasn’t, and now she’s gone. The one time that she needed me most, I let her down.”
Carter didn’t know what to say. He knew that no words would heal the old wounds that she’d just reopened. He pulled her close, and she wrapped her arms around him as she wept in his arms. No words were spoken, but a bond was established between the two of them.
“I’m scared, Carter. I didn’t use to fear shit, because I had Anisa behind me. Now it’s just me, you know?” Miamor exhaled.
“You don’t have to be afraid of nothing, ma, not with me. I got you. Understand? All I ask is that you keep it real with me.”
Now that he knew her history, he had a much better understanding of the woman she was today. He knew what made her tick. He felt the walls that she had built around her heart, but he was willing to be patient as he knocked them down one by one. She had let him in. That was the first step.
Carter and Miamor stood on the beach for what seemed like hours just engrossed in each other’s embrace. It wasn’t until the tropical rain began to fall that they retreated to their five-star resort room.
When they showered together, Miamor ran her hand all over Carter’s soapy physique as her honey pot heated up.
“Uh-uh.” He removed her hands before she caused him to get an erection.
After learning of Miamor’s past, he was even more intrigued by her. She wasn’t just another chick that he wanted to fuck. He knew that she played tough on the outside, but was really a fragile soul on the inside. Carter told himself that he would be careful with her heart. He didn’t want to be the one responsible for breaking it.
“I already know your body, Miamor. On this trip I want to get to know your mind and your heart.” He kissed the nape of her neck, rinsed his body, and stepped out of the shower while she followed close behind.
His words touched her, and she realized that she had never been treated with as much respect as Carter had just given her. The way he was spending money, wining and dining her on this trip, she planned on paying him back as soon as they hit the sheets.
Carter read her thoughts and said, “You don’t owe me shit. I’m feeling you, ma, but if you gon’ be my bitch, you got to be my nigga too. I have to trust you with everything I am. There are some things that you don’t know about me.”
Miamor’s eyebrows rose in disapproval.
“It ain’t about no other chick or nothing. But there are some things that I just can’t trust with everybody, nah mean? I’m trying to build a friendship with you so that if we decide to take this to a serious level, the relationship will have legs to stand on.”
Carter didn’t know it, but his logic and the way that he spoke it made Miamor trust him more than anyone she had ever known. He was literally blowing her mind. Miamor kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear as she whispered. “I hear you, Carter, but I already trust you.” She took his fingers and placed them between her slit. “And I don’t want you for a friend. I have enough friends. I want you as my man.” She kissed a trail down to his rising manhood and took him into her mouth.
“Ooh, shit,” he moaned as he grabbed the back of her head.
Miamor looked Carter directly in his eyes as she gave him the best head he’d ever received in his life.
The club was jammed packed as Rick Ross blared out of the speakers, and the entire Cartel was in attendance at Club Moon, a club that Polo was a silent partner in. It had been months since they went out and partied because of the war with the Haitians, but Polo thought it would be a good tool to get everybody’s mind off the current turmoil.
Mecca, Money, Breeze, and Leena were in the middle VIP section popping bottles of Rosé, celebrating Breeze’s birthday, while other members of The Cartel were scattered over the room, their hands close to their bangers, ready for whatever if something popped off.
Mecca had two bottles of champagne in his hand. He said to Breeze, “It’s jumping in this mu’fucka!”
Money held a single wineglass in his hand and had been sipping on the same glass all night. He wanted to be on point at all times, and by the way Mecca was downing the drinks, he knew that he had to be extra cautious. “Yeah, it’s popping tonight, bro.” Money took a small sip. He looked over at Breeze who was dancing with Leena and waving her hands in the air and yelled, while holding his glass in the air, “Happy birthday, B!”
“Thanks, baby!” she yelled as she began to dance on two guys that approached her.
One of the guys turned around and began to dance with Leena as the DJ switched to a slow R. Kelly song. Money smiled as he saw that everyone was having a good time and laughing. It had been so long since he had seen Breeze smile and she looked like her old self again.
Mecca walked over to Money, almost tripping over himself. It was obvious that he was drunk. “Bro, I need another bottle of”-He paused mid-sentence as he noticed the man dancing on his woman. His anger began to set in when he saw the man rubbing all over Leena’s ass while she danced seductively on him. Mecca’s eyes were glued on them as the liquor made the innocent dancing rendezvous seem more sexual than it actually was.
Money knew his brother too well and saw that he was getting ready to flip. “Yo, Mecca, fall back. They’re just dancing, nigga. Goddamn!” Money laughed lightly and nodded his head to the song.
Mecca took another gulp of the champagne, menacingly staring at the guy who was feeling up his woman. “Do he know who the fuck I am?” Mecca asked himself as he continued to down the drink.
Money brought his ear closer to Mecca. “What?”
Before Money could stop him, Mecca jumped up and walked over to Leena and the guy. Without warning, he broke the champagne bottle over the guy’s head, causing him to drop instantly.
The guy’s friend, who was dancing with Breeze, ran up on Mecca, but before he could touch Mecca, he was staring down the barrel of a pearl-handled 9 mm handgun.
“What, nigga? What!” Mecca screamed as the DJ stopped the music.
“Mecca! Stop!” Leena yelled as she grabbed his arm. “We were just dancing, baby!” She looked at the man holding the back of his bloody head.
Mecca wasn’t trying to hear that. “Bitch, you my woman! This nigga was grabbing yo’ ass like y’all was fuckin’ or something!” he yelled.
The vision of another man groping his woman was too much to bear, and jealousy took over. Mecca pointed the gun to the man’s leg and let off a round, causing a loud thud to echo throughout the spacious VIP room.
“Aghhh!” the man yelled in agony as he gripped his bloody leg. The entire room was in complete pandemonium as people ran for cover, afraid of getting hit by a stray bullet.
Money got up and grabbed his drunken brother. “Yo, Mecca, that’s enough!” He signaled for one of his henchmen to come over to them. Money leaned in the henchman’s ear and told him to call their family doctor to fix the man up and instructed him to give the man twenty-five thousand dollars as hush money.
Money was noticeably frustrated with his Mecca’s recklessness, since it wasn’t the first time he had to clean up his mess. He forcefully grabbed him and took him out the back exit, where their cars were parked.
Leena and Breeze followed them out, not believing what had just happened.
“Mecca, you always fuckin’ shit up. Damn!” Breeze shook her head from side to side.
As Money, Mecca, Breeze, and Leena exited the club through the back, all you could hear was Breeze arguing with Mecca. “You always go and do some crazy shit. Damn, Mecca! We can’t even have a good time without you popping off! You’re nothing like Poppa. You need to learn how to control your emotions!”
“Breeze, I’m sorry, sis, but the nigga was tryin’ to disrespect me. You know I ain’t having that shit. This city is mine,” he said in a drunken slur as he stumbled to his car.
“Whatever!” Breeze said before she got into Money’s Escalade.
Money was giving Mecca a look of disappointment and shaking his head from side to side. He knew his brother was getting out of hand and that his rashness could eventually lead to his own demise. “Bro, you can’t move like that. That shit was straight-up stupid. Shooting a nigga don’t make you no gangster. That ain’t what we about, family. Now, if the nigga went against the grain, I would’ve been right there with you, but what you did was wrong and simple-minded. You have to think first and then react,” Money said, quoting his deceased father. Carter Sr. had always told hotheaded Mecca, “Think first and then react.”
Guilt began to set in with Mecca, so naturally he began to put it off on someone else. He didn’t respond to Money and looked over to Leena, who was leaning on his car and crying in her palms.
He stormed over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders forcefully. “It’s all yo’ mu’fuckin’ fault! If yo’ ass wasn’t flirtin’ with the nigga, this wouldn’t have happened. You were inviting that nigga to touch all on you.”
Leena yelled, “Mecca, stop! You’re drunk, and you’re hurting me!” She tried to break loose from his grasp.
Mecca’s mixture of intoxication and anger caused him to backhand Leena, and she fell to the ground. Mecca quickly grew remorseful as he saw his woman hit the concrete.
Money rushed over and pulled Mecca away. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled. “Hitting a female?” He helped Leena up and examined her face and bloody lip. “Are you okay?” Money whispered, as he wiped the blood away from her lip.
Leena looked in the eyes of the man she was desperately in love with. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She wanted to be with Money rather than Mecca so badly. Even though Mecca and Money were twins, they were the exact opposite, and Leena felt like she was with the wrong sibling.
“Get in the car, okay. I’ll take you home.” Money focused back on his drunken brother. “What the fuck is yo’ problem, Mecca? You are getting out of hand.” He gripped Mecca up by his collar, pulling him close to him so that he could be the only one about to hear what he had to say. “If you ever hit a woman again, I’ll”-Money was so enraged by his brother’s actions, he couldn’t finish his sentence. He just pushed Mecca toward his car and pointed his finger at him and shook his head in disappointment.
Mecca remained silent, knowing he was dead wrong.
Money looked at Breeze, who was in the passenger side of his car, and yelled to her, “Take this drunken fool home! I’ll take Leena home and meet you at the house.” He walked over to Mecca’s car and opened the passenger door for Leena.
Mecca was overwhelmed with guilt as he tried repeatedly to apologize to Leena, but the pleas fell on deaf ears.
“Come on, Mecca.” Breeze grabbed his hand and helped him into the car.
Mecca dropped his head in shame as he realized that he had overreacted, and the guilt began to sink in.
Carter drove Mecca’s Lamborghini down the highway toward Leena’s home.
Money hated driving Mecca’s cars. In his eyes, they were way too flashy and drew too much attention. He glanced over at Leena, who was crying quietly, wishing she had never come out that night.
Money wanted so badly to be with Leena, but he couldn’t betray his brother in that way. He gently ran his hand over her cheek and wiped away her teary eyes, trying to comfort her. “Mecca doesn’t mean any harm. He does love you. He just has a fucked-up temper, nah mean?”
“He sure has a fucked-up way of showing me he loves me,” Leena said, tears streaming down her face. She kissed Money’s hand as he rubbed her cheek.
Money thought Leena was crying because of what Mecca had just done to her, but that was the farthest thing from her mind at that point. The tears were coming from the thought of her knowing that she and Money could never be.
Leena placed her hand on her stomach as she melted in Money’s hand. She had found out that morning that she was three weeks pregnant with his child. She knew it was Money’s, because she hadn’t been intimate with Mecca in months. He had been too busy to satisfy her lately. She decided to have an abortion and take her secret to her grave, but the pressure was too much to handle by herself. She had to tell Money.
“Money, I’m pregnant,” Leena said almost in a whisper.
“What?” Money asked as he swerved in traffic, not believing what he had just heard.
“I said I’m pregnant, Money. It’s your baby.”
“What are you talking about? How do you know it’s mine? It ain’t mine. I strapped up every time.”
“I know it’s yours because you are the only person I have been with. Mecca and I haven’t done anything in months. I know it’s yours. Remember that night, after them niggas tried to rob Mecca?” Leena asked, referring to the last time they’d made love without using protection.
Money kicked himself inside, knowing the time she was talking about. He was so caught up in the moment, he’d slid up in her raw. “Fuck!” He hit the steering wheel out of frustration. The guilt began to set in as Money thought about how he had betrayed his best friend and twin brother.
“I love you, Leena,” Mecca whispered just before he lowered his face to his table to inhale the line of cocaine.
As soon as Breeze had dropped him off, his conscience began eating at him. He felt bad for putting his hands on the only woman he’d ever truly loved. His long hair was wild and unbraided, which made him look like a mad man as he used his nose as a suction vacuum for his preferred drug. Mecca threw his head back and held it up to prevent his nose from running. Mecca was high out of his mind. He had snorted five grams of coke within twenty minutes, and the effects of the drugs were kicking in.
He grabbed the bottle of Rémy Martin and took a large swallow of it. He distantly heard a Tupac song pump out of his home stereo and recognized the tunes. He stood up almost stumbling and went over to turn the music up.
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the very end, just me and my girlfriend.
Mecca held the bottle of Rémy in his grasp and drunkenly rapped along, thinking about his love, Leena. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to go over to her and make things right. Although he treated her bad at times, he really was in love with her, and she was the only woman he had truly ever loved.
Mecca staggered over to the keys to his Benz and snatched them off the counter. He was about to confess his love for Leena. “Leena, I love you, baby. I’m sorry,” he said as he stumbled out the door and into his Benz to go see his woman.
“I don’t know what to do, Money. I’m in love with a man I can’t have,” Leena said as tears streamed from her eyes. She sat on her sofa across from Money expressing how she felt about him.
Money was speechless as he looked into Leena’s eyes and realized the feeling was mutual. He began to slowly shake his head, knowing that what they had done was wrong. His father had taught him that family always came first and that loyalty was the single most important thing a man can have for his family. Money’s father’s teachings were embedded in his brain as his heart and mind played tug of war. On one hand, he knew that betraying his brother was wrong, but on the flip side, not taking responsibility for what he had created would eat at him. His father had also told him that abortion was wrong and that a real man takes care of his family by any means necessary. Money was lost.
“Leena, this ain’t right. This ain’t right,” Money mumbled as he buried his face in his palms. All he could think about was his twin brother.
Money had no other choice but to force an abortion upon Leena. He wasn’t willing to let a woman come between him and his sibling. That’s my flesh and blood, my brother. Blood in, blood out, I can’t let her have that baby, Money thought as he looked at Leena crying her eyes out.
He sat next to her so that he could console her. He ran his fingers through her hair and gently put his finger under her chin and made her look at him in the eyes. “Leena, we are going to get through this… together.” He returned the deep stare at Leena. “We can’t have this baby, though. It’s wrong.”
“I never wanted it to be like this,” Leena told him, heartbroken.
“Everything is going to be okay. But this between us has to stop.” Money gently kissed Leena on the lips. Money’s lips were magic to Leena. Just by his touch, he drove Leena wild. She felt her friend in between her legs begin to thump, and before she knew it, her hands were in his pants looking for his rod. She gently began to stroke it, to make it grow.
Money promised himself this would be the last time he would have sex with his forbidden love.
“All I need in this world of sin…;” Mecca sung drunkenly as he approached Leena’s house. He was going to apologize to his woman and make things right.
When he pulled up, he noticed his Lamborghini parked in her driveway. “Money still here?” he asked himself as he pulled two houses down from Leena’s house. He threw the car in park, grabbed the half-empty bottle of Rémy, and hopped out.
Mecca staggered to Leena’s house and noticed that the front light was on. He walked in front of the house, and what he saw through the front glass made his heart drop. Mecca dropped the Rémy bottle, causing it to shatter into pieces on the sidewalk. He saw his twin brother passionately kissing his woman. He watched as Money pulled out one of Leena’s big brown breasts and began to suck on it. Mecca was in complete shock as he watched Leena straddle his brother. His eyes bugged out as he saw his brother rub on Leena’s behind with one hand, while removing her thong with the other.
“What da fuck!” Mecca walked closer to the front glass and witnessed the treachery happening.
Money and Leena were so into one another that they didn’t notice Mecca staring at them through the large front glass. And Leena’s moans could be heard from the outside as she rode Monroe with more passion than she had ever ridden Mecca.
Mecca’s sadness instantly turned into rage as he reached for his gun and headed for the front door. Seconds later, bullets from his.40 caliber pistol was ripping through the wood of the front door.
Leena scrambled to the corner of the room out of fear. She didn’t know what was going on, and Money grabbed his pistol from his waist and pointed it at the door. Then he saw Mecca burst through the front door, tears in his eyes.
“Mecca!” Leena yelled as she saw the look in his eyes. She knew that their secret was out of the bag.
Mecca pointed his gun at Leena. He screamed, “I can’t believe you, bitch!”
Money put away his gun and tried to calm down his brother. “Mecca, put the gun down. It’s not what it looked like,” he tried to explain.
“It’s not what it looked like? Nigga, fuck you!” Mecca pointed his gun at his brother. The two people he thought he could trust were the very ones deceiving him. He pulled the hammer back on his gun and aimed it at his brother’s head.
Money put both of his hands up and tried to reason with him. He knew his brother very well, and when he looked in Mecca’s eyes, it was obvious that he was high as a kite. “Bro, listen, put the mu’fuckin’ gun down. You high. Now stop, before you do something you gon’ regret.”
“The only thing I regret is fuckin’ with this stankin’ ho!” Mecca pointed his gun back at Leena. The thought of her being intimate with his brother sent him over the edge. “I hate you!” Mecca screamed as he put both of his hands on his head, and his tears began to fall freely. “I loved you,”
Mecca whispered just before he pointed the gun at Leena and let off two rounds. He watched as the bullets ripped through her chest, and she fought for air.
“Noooo!” Money yelled as he rushed over to Leena and cradled her in his arms. “Breathe, Leena, breathe!” he instructed her as blood oozed out of her mouth.
Leena fought for her dear life as she gripped Money’s hands and looked into his eyes.
“Breathe, Leena!” Money screamed as he tried to keep her from slipping away. “Call an ambulance!” He looked back at Mecca, who was pacing the room with both of his hands on his head.
Mecca whispered, “Oh my God! What have I done?” He frantically continued to pace the room. He looked over at his brother and Leena, and what he saw and heard broke his heart.
Leena was taking her last breath, but before she slipped away, she looked Money in the eyes and whispered, “I love you, Monroe Carter,” just before she stared into space, leaving this earth.
A single tear slid down Money’s face, and he felt Leena’s grip suddenly loosen. He knew that she was gone.
A tear fell from Mecca’s eye also, but it wasn’t one of sorrow, but a tear of rage. He’d just witnessed the woman he loved tell his brother that she loved him. “Her last words were that she loved you, not me,” he whispered as he slowly raised his gun and pointed at Money.
Money ran his hand over Leena’s eyelids to close them, and then he gently kissed her forehead before he turned his attention on his brother. “Mecca, put the gun down.” Money put his hands in front of him. He knew his brother was unstable.
“You always thought you were better than me, nigga. You could’ve had any woman you wanted, but you had to take mines. Now look at you. Look what you made me do.
Look! Poppa and Ma always favored you over me.” Mecca’s tears fell freely down his face, and his hand began to shake. He remembered what his parents used to say when he would get in trouble and began to mimic them. “You need to be more like Monroe. Monroe wouldn’t act like that,” he said, his voice shaky.
As all of his emotions boiled over, Mecca looked Money in the eyes and let off a single shot that entered the left side of his chest where his heart resided.
Monroe heard the gunshot, but didn’t believe his own flesh and blood had shot him. As the burning sensation in his chest settled in, he fell to the ground, and his life slowly slipped away.
High out of his mind, Mecca watched as his brother lay dying in a puddle of his own blood.
“Unc Po!” Mecca yelled into the phone as he held his twin brother’s corpse in his arms, “They killed Money. Oh my God! They killed my brother!” He instantly regretted what he had done, and remorse quickly brought his cocaine high down.
“Mecca, what are you talking about? Calm down! What’s going on?” Polo didn’t want to believe what he’d just heard.
“Them Haitian mu’fuckas, they killed Money!” Mecca responded as he cried like a baby.
“No, no, no.” Polo dropped to his knees. The news of his godson’s death was too much for him to bear.
“They killed Leena too. Come and get me, Unc. They killed Money. They killed my brother,” Mecca stated as he wept uncontrollably. He hung up the phone and put his own gun to his head. “I love you, bro. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Mecca whispered right before he pulled the trigger, but fortunately for him, the gun jammed.
A knock at the door awakened Carter and Miamor, and he sleepily arose to answer it.
“Mr. Jones, I have an urgent message from your uncle.” The concierge held out the piece of folded paper.
Carter opened it and read the words:
Money was killed last night. Come home immediately. It’s an emergency. Polo
“Fuck!” Carter screamed as he punched the wall nearest him and balled the tiny note up in his palm. He rested his head against the doorframe and let out a roar of pain that caused a shiver to run down the concierge’s spine.
Miamor rushed to his side. “Oh my God! Carter, what’s wrong?”
“We’ve got to go. Pack your things. I have an emergency back home,” he said through tear-filled eyes.