Tale of the Murda Mamas

weeks were going to creep by torturously slow. I know lil’ mama better be a’ight, or niggas in Miami gon’ bleed!

Chapter Sixteen

(The Cartel)

Mecca stood over Miamor and looked at her with pure hatred. He had finally gotten a chance to be alone with her without any supervision, and he was going to make the most out of that opportunity. It was in between the nurse’s shift, and his heart was racing as he looked down at his worst enemy. He wanted to tell Carter about Miamor, but he didn’t want to take the chance of Carter siding with her. He saw how much Carter loved Miamor, and it enraged him, knowing that Carter loved the same woman that he hated so much. The last thing he wanted was to be in a beef with his only remaining blood brother over a female. He figured that what Carter didn’t know, couldn’t hurt him. This bitch got his head gone, but I’m about to end this game and send her to her Maker, he thought as he stared at her, clenching his jaws.

Mecca looked over his shoulder and made sure no one was coming just before he focused his attention back on his worst enemy. He bent down and began to whisper in Miamor’s ear, hoping to God that she could hear him. He was unaware that she had come out of her coma earlier that day, so when she opened her eyes, it startled him. He saw the lazy look in her eyes and knew that she was weak. He was glad that she was conscious. Now she would know who was taking her life. Mecca was about to gain his sweet revenge.

“I hate you, bitch!” Mecca whispered as he began to pinch her oxygen supply. “I want you to die a slow death. I’ma finish what Fabian couldn’t do,” he whispered and he smirked as he heard her heart monitor begin to beep faster.

Miamor wanted to return the gesture by saying, “Fuck you!” but she was too weak to even open her mouth. The only thing she could move was her fingers.

Mecca looked down at her hand and noticed that she managed to stick her middle finger out. He chuckled as he pulled the pillow from under her head. Stopping her oxygen flow wasn’t quick enough for him. He wanted her dead. He held the pillow up and prepared to suffocate her to death.

Miamor tried again to say something, tried to call for Carter, but only a low raspy grunt came out.

“Nobody can save you now, bitch!” Mecca whispered.

“What’s going on?” Carter asked as he walked into the room.

“I was just fluffing her pillow, bro. Your sleeping beauty looked uncomfortable,” Mecca said as he began to fluff the pillow, hoping that Carter didn’t see what he was really trying to do.

Carter smiled and walked over to Mecca and put his hand on his shoulder. “I’ll take it from here,” he said, not knowing that Mecca was just about to murder his only true love. “I have to talk to you and Zyir when I finish up in here,” Carter added, thinking about the plan that he was putting together for their relocation.

“Cool. I’ll be downstairs,” Mecca said just before he shot Miamor a cold stare.

Miamor matched his stare, and she wished that she could say something. Mecca and Miamor both despised each other with equal passion, and it was obvious that neither of them wanted to tell Carter the truth. Both of them wanted to kill one another and still keep a bond with an unknowing Carter.

Mecca exited, and Carter focused his attention on Miamor. He pulled up a chair to her bed and began to stroke her hair and look into her eyes. “Hey, beautiful,” he said just before he leaned over and kissed her cheeks. He heard Miamor grunt while moving her lips, trying to talk.

“Shhh. Save your energy, baby,” he said as he put his finger over her lips. “The nurse said it will take a couple of days before you will be able to talk or sit up. You just have to rest,” he explained.

Miamor looked into Carter’s brown eyes and knew that he was the man that she wanted to spend her life with. However, she knew that Mecca was trying to kill her. I wish I could just tell him. Come on, Miamor, move your lips. Talk! she thought as she tried to say something. But it was to no avail. I have to tell him the truth. Will he still love me? Will he understand and pick me over Mecca.

Carter picked up Miamor’s hand and kissed it softly. “I am going to kill whoever did this to you, I swear. I know it’s all my fault. I was in the middle of a war and never thought about my enemy coming for you,” he said, feeling guiltier with every word.

Your brother is the one trying to kill me! Miamor thought as she heard the sincerity in his voice. She promised herself that if Mecca didn’t kill her, she would tell Carter the truth as soon as she was able to. She was tired of running from herself. She was looking into the eyes of the future. Her future was in Carter Jones.

“Just listen,” Carter said slowly and sternly. “After you get well, we are moving from Miami. No more wars no more of the fast life. We can work on us and become one,” he said, meaning every word of what he was saying. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Miamor, and he was willing to give up the dope game for good just to make that happen.

Carter couldn’t take Miami’s ills anymore. Breeze’s death was the last straw. It was as if Breeze had died twice, because just when they were coming to terms that she was gone, she reappeared, but only to commit suicide when they were only seconds away from saving her. Carter was tired of everything… everything except for Miamor. She is the only thing good in my life, he thought as he clenched his jaw, thinking about his deep love for her. Just to see her lying in that bed helpless almost brought a tear to his eye. He was ready to make her a happy woman, and eventually, his wife.

A tear slipped down Miamor’s cheek, and Carter believed it was tears of joy. But in actuality, it was a tear of pain. It pained Miamor to think about how she would have to tell him that she was connected to the man that killed most of his family, that she gave the drink to Taryn that killed her, and that she was a killer-a cold killer.

The nurse had just arrived, and Carter looked back, greeted her with a smile and stood up. “Get some rest. I will be back to check on you in a while,” he said as he pecked her on the forehead and exited the room gracefully.

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Zyir asked half jokingly as he watched Mecca take a shot of Patron.

Mecca was noticeably angry and irritated. “Nothing. I’m good, Zy,” he said, thinking about how he couldn’t get to Miamor. I’ma kill that bitch tonight. I don’t give a fuck. She’s got to die, he thought as he tried to conceal his feelings from Zyir, who was staring at him like he was crazy.

“You sweating and shit. I’m just saying, you look like you got something on your mind,” Zyir said as he sat on the couch.

Before Mecca could respond, Carter entered the room. “Yo fam, I need to talk to y’all for a minute,” Carter said as he sat on the Italian leather couch next to Zyir. Mecca sat across from them and wanted to hear what Carter had to say.

“Our time has passed with this organization. We have to clean our money and get out of the game. I have been talking to a couple of business associates, and I’m putting something together for us in Phoenix. We can wash our money and get into the casino business.”

“A casino?” Zyir asked as he sat up, not expecting to hear what was coming out of Carter’s mouth.

“That’s right, Zy. We have to get out of the dope game and go legit. Some business partners of mine are willing to sell us a small share of a new casino that’s being built there. It’s the only way that we are going to ever prosper. The Feds are on me, and the connect ain’t fucking with me because of the indictment. We are in a lose- lose situation. It’s only a matter of time before The Cartel goes under, feel me?”

“What you talking about? Diamonds move dope! We run these streets, and I’m going to run these mu’fuckas until I die. Just like Poppa did,” Mecca said, sounding more ignorant with every word.

“That’s the mentality that’s going to land us all in jail. Think about it, Mecca,” Carter said as he emphasized his words with subtle hand gestures. “If snitch-ass Ace would not have had a baby mama, I would be serving a life sentence right now. We just barely got out of that situation, Mecca. We are under a microscope, and next time, I might not be so lucky!” Carter said, breaking down the truth to his younger brother.

“Maybe Carter is right,” Zyir added as he began rubbing his hands together. “We have to get out of this ‘hood mentality and expand. Think about not having to worry about, ‘are we going to get caught’ or ‘whose next to die'. We’re losing those we love behind this shit,” he said as he thought of Breeze. “I’m with it,” Zyir conceded as he