The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [11]
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Get the fuck away from her. We don’t know you, mu’fucka!” Mecca stated harshly as he pulled Breeze off the ground. Her head fell into his chest as he walked her away.
Polo looked around at the carnage inside of the sanctuary. A couple people had been injured, and the church was destroyed. “We’ve got to get the fuck out of here,” Polo stated. “How did they get in?” Polo yelled in anger. He patted the Young Carter on the back. “Come on, let’s go before the police show. Follow me back to your father’s house.”
A look of surprise crossed Carter’s face.
“Yeah, I know you’re his son, but right now that’s the least of my worries. Just follow me back to the house. We need to talk.” With those words, Polo escorted the family out of the church, and they darted inside of the limo.
The Haitians had sent a clear message—They were out for blood, and they weren’t going to stop until The Cartel was out of commission.
Chapter Three
“Brother or not, next time homeboy step to me like that, I’m-a rock his ass to sleep.”
—Young Carter
The Diamond family sat in their living room along with Polo and Young Carter. The room was quiet; no one knew what to say. Taryn’s and Breeze’s eyes were puffy because of all the crying they had been doing, the horrific images of their loved one being kicked out of his casket haunting their thoughts.
Mecca’s Armani shoes thumped the marble floor as he paced the room back and forth, totally enraged, two twin Desert Eagle handguns in his hands. The Haitians had shown the ultimate sign of disrespect and was sending a clear message that they were trying to take over Miami. In fact, it was Carter’s decision to not cut the Haitians in on his operation that ultimately led to his assassination.
Polo stood up and slowly walked to the window. He looked in the front and saw henchmen, all strapped, scattered around the house to ensure their safety. With the Haitians merciless tactics, he didn’t underestimate them. He saw the fire in Mecca’s eyes and tried to calm him.
“We have to keep our heads on straight. These niggas are going hard at us. The Cartel still runs Miami, remember that! We have to retaliate to get our backs out of the corner.” Polo removed the suit jacket that rested on his black silk shirt.
“Fuck that! Let’s get at they ass, guns blazin’! I don’t give a fuck no more!” Mecca screamed, a single tear sliding down his cheek.
Money stared into space without blinking. He was in complete shock. The death of his father was very hard on him. He remained silent as his twin brother let out his frustrations. He couldn’t come to grips with his father’s death.
Money snapped out of his daze and looked over at Young Carter. It was obvious that he was his brother. He looked so much like Carter, it was unbelievable. Young Carter had thick, dark eyebrows just like his father, and he even shared his tall, lean frame. His mannerisms were even the same. He watched as Young Carter rested his index finger on his temple while in deep thought, just as his father used to do.
It hurt his heart that his father had an illegitimate child. The perfect image that he had of his father was somewhat tarnished by the news. How could this nigga be my brother? Daddy wouldn’t step out on Momma like that, Money thought as he stared at Young Carter.
Taryn noticed Money staring and decided to address the issue. She knew that there were other things to worry about and wanted to explain the complex situation. With tears still streaming down her face, she stood up. “I want you guys to meet Carter Jones . . . your brother.” Taryn rested her hand on Young Carter’s shoulder.
Breeze lifted her head in confusion. She looked at her mother and then to Young Carter. “What?” she managed to murmur. She couldn’t believe what her mother was telling them. The words were like daggers to her heart. She was so busy grieving, she didn’t even notice how closely Young Carter resembled her Poppa.
As she looked at