them.
“What up, mon?” the boy said in his heavy Haitian accent.
“You want to make some money, baby boy?” Carter asked as he reached into his pocket.
The young boy’s eyes followed Carter’s hands. Carter pulled out a roll of money, and the young boy’s eyes grew as large as golf balls. He had never seen a man carry so much money in his entire life. Wealth was not something common in Haiti, and the boy was astonished. “Wow!” he said as he snatched the money from Carter. “Yeah, mon, I want to make dis money!” His eyes were glued on the big-faced bills that were in his hands.
“Okay, well I need your help,” Carter said as he placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“Anyt’ing, mon! Chu’ just name it!” he said energetically.
“I need you to take me to…” Carter started to say just before he looked at Zyir for the name of the hospital.
“Hondas Hospital,” Zyir said, reading the piece of paper that he had pulled from his pocket.
“Hondas is down the road,” he said as he pointed north, in the opposite direction where they thought the hospital was.
“Show us,” Carter said as they followed the boy’s finger.” What’s your name, lil’ man?” Carter asked.
“Ziggy,” he said with his rabbit-like two front teeth.
“Alright, Ziggy. We following you,” Carter said as he urged Mecca and Zyir to follow him.
Mecca frowned up his face and pulled Carter close as he began to whisper. “How we know this lil’ nigga ain’t taking us into a trap?” he asked as he kept his eyes open.
“You don’t trust anybody, do you?” Carter asked smiling. “Let’s just follow him. How else are we going to find our way around?” Carter said, giving Mecca reason to see things his way.
“Alright, Carter. But if this lil’ nigga on any bullshit, I won’t hesitate to blow his shit back,” Mecca said as he patted the gun that was on his waist.
Carter shook his head and continued to follow the young boy up the path.
After about fifteen minutes of walking, they reached the small hospital. It was a rundown building that resembled a plantation style house more than an actual hospital.
“Here it goes,” Ziggy said, pointing at the front door.
“Let’s go,” Carter said as he hurried into the building, looking for the nurse that called them. He told Ziggy to wait for them on the outside, and whistle if anybody comes in. He slipped him another hundred dollar bill for good measure.
Ziggy proudly accepted the responsibility as the watchman, and smiled proudly as he stuck out his chest and answered, “Yes sir!”
Carter, Zyir, and Mecca rushed through the hospital, all of them with gun in hand.
Mecca called the doctor’s name loudly, and his voice echoed throughout the halls. “Where is the nurse that called us?” he yelled as loud and clear as he could.
Nurses and patients gasped at the sight of the men mobbing through the place like they owned it. A woman emerged from one of the rooms, and Mecca immediately knew that she was the person that they were looking for.
“May I help you?” she asked, frowning in confusion.
“Are you the nurse that called?” Mecca asked as he gripped his pistol and pointed it directly at her. Carter quickly placed his hand on Mecca’s gun and lowered it for him.
“Yes, I’m Azor,” she answered with fear all over her face and shaking limbs.
“Relax!” Carter said under his breath, as he knew Mecca was at his boiling point, ready to shoot whomever. “Let me handle this,” he said, just before he focused his attention on the doctor. “Azor?” Carter asked the lady as he stared at her with kind eyes.
“Yes, that’s me. Let’s talk in here,” Azor said, and she opened up an empty room. They all followed her in, and the doctor closed the door after she looked around to make sure that the coast was clear.
“You called my man right here, and said that a young lady was in this place, right?” Carter asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder to calm her. She was noticeably shaken up.
“Yes, I did,” she said.
“Is this the young lady you saw?” Carter asked, wanting to make sure that it was Breeze. He pulled a picture out of his pocket of Breeze. It was one of her senior picture she had taken years before. The doctor stared at the picture for a minute and nodded her head to verify that it was her.
“What the fuck you doing?” Zyir asked in confusion as he saw the murderous look in Mecca’s eyes.
“Fall back, Mecca!” Carter yelled as he put his hand up to signal Mecca to stop.
“No, fuck that! My sister is alive, and this bitch is going to take me to her!” Mecca screamed as the veins in his neck and forehead began to slightly bulge out.
The doctor’s words got caught in her throat as she tried to give Mecca the best answer she knew. “She is with Ma’tee. That’ all I know. Ma’tee is a very powerful man in this town, and all that I know is that he lives somewhere in the Black Mountains. You have to go up the mountain and through the jungle to get to his place,” she said quickly.
“Where’s that at?” Carter asked as he listened closely while Mecca still had a tight grip on her.
“It’s five miles down the road and up the mountain. It’s barricaded, so no cars can get through. You will have to hike the trail and climb the mountain to get there,” she said as tears streamed down her face. Her hands shook nervously, and she flinched at every little movement that Mecca made.
Carter heard enough, and headed out. “Come on, Mecca,” he said as he opened the door.
“If you are lying, I will come back and kill you and your whole family,” Mecca said, meaning every word that came out of his mouth. He unleashed the doctor and headed outside.
Carter rushed outside and went directly to Ziggy, who was waiting for him on the steps of the hospital. “Ziggy, I need you, lil’ man,” Carter said.
“Anything. What chu want?” he asked.
“Do you know how to get to the Black Mountains?” he asked.
“You mean Ma’tee’s place?” Ziggy asked as he scratched his head.
His statement was music to their ears. They knew that they were about find Breeze and bring her home at that point.
Zyir was beaming on the inside. He knew that it was a chance for him to reunite with the woman he loved; Breeze. “Yeah, you know where it’s at?” Zyir asked.
“I know exactly how to get there,” Ziggy said as he headed north toward the Black Mountains.
Chapter Nine
Breeze cried as she watched Ma’tee pull up his pants and look down at her. There was no remorse on his face. The fact that he was killing her slowly on the inside meant nothing to him. The sweat from his brow dripped down his dark face, causing Breeze’s stomach to turn in disgust. The sick smile that he wore terrified her. He was so sure of himself… so proud of the sexual acts he had forced upon her. Ma’tee had even gone as far as to ejaculate inside of young Breeze, in a twisted attempt to impregnate her. He knew that a child would join them together forever, and that was his ultimate goal. Without saying a word, he walked away and up the stairs. Breeze heard the sounds of Ma’tee locking the deadbolts that trapped her in the basement.
Breeze sat up and began to cry. She felt so violated and dirty. Ma’tee had degraded her on many occasions, and she was forced to give her virginity to a man that she hated; the same man that was responsible for her father’s death. She got on her knees and began to pray to God, hoping that her father also heard her prayers. She
