like roaches as Mecca continued his therapy session.
They reached the helicopter, and the driver was waiting, just as Carter had told him to.
“I can’t do this anymore,” Carter whispered to himself, referring to burying loved ones. It was as if a healed wound was reopened when they saw Breeze’s body hanging from that belt. They had to suffer her death twice, and it was taking a toll on what was left of The Cartel.
They entered the helicopter and the pilot carried them back to the States. The chopper ride remained silent and painful, as tears fell down all of their cheeks.
Carter, Mecca and Zyir stood over the hole in the graveyard. Two of the graveyard’s workers began to dump dirt on the cherry oak casket that contained Breeze’s body. Breeze’s headstone was next to the rest of the Diamond family.
Mecca looked at all the tombstones, and noticed that he was the last one left alive with the Diamond bloodline, besides Carter.
Zyir stared, as the dirt getting dumped on top of the casket and the flowers that he laid on top of it, slowly disappeared with each scoop.
Nothing was said. Each of them were entertaining their own thoughts and grieving within themselves. They all had stonecold stares with heavy hearts. They were all cried out, and at that moment, they knew that The Cartel was over. All of the heartache and anguish wasn’t worth it.
“I’m done,” Mecca said as he stared at the hole in the ground.
“Me too… me too,” Carter whispered as he threw his arm around his brother.
“This game is so cold. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We supposed to pop champagne and live the life; but not this. The game has no loyalty,” Zyir added as he fought back a single tear for Breeze.
Carter began to think about Miamor, and how he had left her there alone for the past couple of days when they had gone to Haiti, and then took care of Breeze’s burial. He was fed up and ready to move on and start a life with Miamor.
He looked over at Zyir, the only real nigga he had besides Mecca. He didn’t want Zyir to fall victim to the game, and promised himself at that moment that he would not let Zyir fall into the pitfalls of this game.
They stayed there for hours and mourned her death before they headed back to the Diamond residence. Carter knew he would have to start making plans for his exit out of the drug game.
Carter pulled into the Diamond Estate, and the gates were opened by one of his many henchmen that he had guarding the house. Carter gave him a nod and pulled up the long, curvy driveway. He had just dropped Zyir off at his condo, and Mecca decided to stay over at Zyir’s.
Mecca was acting strange in Carter’s eyes. Carter chalked Mecca’s awkwardness up to him mourning his sister’s suicide. But little did Carter know, Mecca wanted to stay away from Miamor, because he knew that he would eventually kill her if he stayed under the same roof as her. Mecca wanted to wait until she woke from her coma before he killed her. He wanted Miamor to see his eyes as he sent her to her Maker. He was determined to finish the job Fabian had failed to do.
Carter got out of his car and entered the house. When he walked in, his henchmen were all on the couch, playing a video game. They were so busy ranting and raving that they didn’t notice him come in. “What the fuck is going on here?” he asked loudly, startling all five of the henchmen. They quickly jumped up, sensing the hostility in Carter’s voice.
“We were just-” the henchmen said, just before Carter threw up his hand, dismissing whatever he had to say. He began to walk over to the crowd of men with both hands behind his back. His body gestures didn’t display anger, but the veins that were forming in his neck and forehead was a sure giveaway. “Who is watching Miamor?” he asked calmly, as he looked each one of them in their face.
“Carter, it wasn’t-” one of the men said, trying to explain why they were on the east wing, and no one was guarding the front door or Miamor’s room as Carter had ordered.
Carter grabbed the man and pulled out his own gun, putting it in the man’s mouth. “Open up, nigga!” Carter yelled as he harshly rubbed the barrel of the gun on the man’s lips.
The man opened his mouth and put both of his hands up, not believing what was happening. The other henchmen just looked on in fear. They had never seen Carter lose his composure whatsoever, so to see him so irate was terrifying.
“I pay you niggas good to watch and protect my fortress, and look what you do. You niggas don’t know how to make money. The only thing you have to do is stay on your post. I don’t pay you niggas to stand around and play games. What the fuck? Anybody could have come in here and hurt my lady!” Carter yelled as he thought about how he could’ve crept past them without anyone knowing. “Who was supposed to be at the door?” he asked as he continued to grip the man by his collar. He glanced around looking for an answer, but no one said anything. “Who!” he asked again as he dug the gun deeper in the man’s mouth.
The man he was holding raised his hand, unable to talk because the gun was in his mouth. Carter had found out all that he needed. He pulled the trigger, rocking him to sleep. Blood and noodles shot out the back of the man’s head, and Carter released his grip, letting his body fall to the floor. He didn’t even look at him fall. He just turned around and headed to check on Miamor. “Clean that shit up!” he yelled as he put his smoking gun on his hip. He had to send a message that he wasn’t playing, and that’s exactly what he did. Maybe if so much wasn’t going on, he would not have gone that far. He wasn’t the one for making regrets, so he whispered, “Don’t fucking play with me!” to himself, as he climbed the stairs to get to Miamor.
When Carter walked in the room, he saw the nurse that he had hired sitting next to Miamor, half-asleep. She was an older black woman who seemed to be in her early fifties. He had hired her from a health care service just before he went to Haiti. Carter walked over to the nurse and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Hello, Mrs. Smith. You can leave now,” he said as he greeted her with a smile and pulled out a wad of cash.
She smiled back and got up to retrieve her things.
Carter looked at Miamor, who was still in a comatose state. She never looked more beautiful in Carter’s eyes. He bent over and kissed her on the head. “Hey, baby,” he said as he smiled.
The nurse headed out of the door, and Carter remembered what he had just done downstairs, so he told her to exit out of the west wing’s door. He didn’t want her to see the gory scene that was downstairs by the main door.
She nodded her head in agreement, and exited the room, leaving him alone in the room with Miamor.
Carter sat at the edge of the bed and placed his hand on top of Miamor’s. He would give anything for her to just open her eyes. He would pay for her to tell him that she loved him. He still didn’t know who could do such a heinous act to such a beautiful girl. But when he found out who had done it, he would make them pay.
Never in his wildest dreams could he have guessed that her injuries were at the hands of his own flesh and blood, Mecca.
Carter was exhausted, and he was ready to go to sleep. He pulled up a chair so that he could fall asleep right next to Miamor, hoping that she would awaken. He grabbed a small blanket from the foot of the bed and positioned himself comfortably. He prepared to call it a night and closed his eyes. So much had been going on over the past week, and it had him drained. He said a quick prayer for his sister, Breeze, and whispered, “I love you.”
Out of nowhere, Miamor, with a cracked and low voice, whispered, “I love you too,” as she opened her eyes and let out a small grunt.
Carter quickly jumped up and looked into her eyes. He smiled. It felt so good to see her eyes after so long. “Oh my God, baby! You’re up! I’m here. I got you,” he said as he bent down and kissed her repeatedly on the forehead.
Miamor was so weak that she could barely keep her eyes open. They were so heavy that it felt like someone was pulling her eyelids down. She tried to move, but her body wasn’t responding. It took all of her energy to whisper those three little words, “I love you,” but those words were music to Carter’s ears. He was so grateful, so
