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black limo pulling away from the Diamond estate and halted his driver. “Wait,” Ma’tee instructed as he sat a block down from his intended destination, “me will sit here for a second and watch.” He checked the 9 mm Desert Eagle that was holstered in his waistline to ensure that it was locked and loaded before he nodded his head at his driver. “Tell de guard dat Mr. Diamond forgot something,” Ma’tee said, hoping that the guards would not want to check the inside of the car as they pulled up to the gated entrance. He wanted them to think that his limo was the same limo that had just left the estate fifteen minutes earlier.

His driver followed his instructions to the tee, and just as Ma’tee had expected, they were given access to the household without suspicion. The guards were clueless to the fact that their enemies were the true passengers behind the dark limo tint.

Ma’tee looked to his full-blooded Haitian soldiers that sat around him, all armed with semi-automatic pistols and ready for whatever. When the limo stopped in front of the house, he exited the limo calmly and rang the doorbell, his goons positioned behind him.

Breeze answered the door, and her smile quickly faded when she noticed the Haitian men at her doorstep. “Aghh!” she screamed.

“No need to scream, Diamond princess,” Ma’tee stated calmly, realizing that he was standing in front of the only daughter of his sworn enemy, Carter Diamond. “Me come peacefully to talk with de head of de Cartel.”

At that moment, Taryn came gliding into the room. “What are you screaming about, Breeze? Who is . . .” Her words trailed off, and her eyes turned cold as she stared into the eyes of Ma’tee, the man who had murdered her husband in cold blood.

“How dare you!” Taryn screamed as tears filled her eyes. She smacked Ma’tee across the face with all her might. Her rage was apparent, and she stood her ground, even though fear gripped her heart.

Ma’tee’s soldiers tensed up at her reaction, but again Ma’tee instructed them to stand down.

“Go and get your brothers.” Taryn spoke calmly but sternly, yet her eyes never left those of the enemy. She didn’t want to give them the pleasure of seeing her intimidated.

Breeze ran out of the room to get her brothers.

“Me come in peace,” Ma’tee repeated when Mecca and Monroe appeared.

“Fuck mu’fuckas coming to the estate!” Mecca screamed. He immediately pulled two .45’s from his waistline and trained them on Ma’tee.

“We need to talk,” Ma’tee stated. “As chu can see, chu family is not untouchable, young Mecca. If me wanted to bring malice to chu door, chu sista and mutha would be dead right now. Me come to call a truce.”

“Only after you murdered my father and we put the heat on your ass. You’re here because of what happened at your daughter’s birthday party. You are not untouchable, Ma’tee. If we wanted to bring malice to your door. then you would’ve buried your fucking daughter last week,” Monroe stated calmly. He pulled his own 9 mm from his waistline and rested it in his palm at his side.

“Me understand. Bloodshed came to close to me home wit’ me baby girl. Me will stand down if de Cartel will.”

Mecca yelled, “I’m-a murder your fucking daughter, mu’fucka. Fuck a truce, bitch. You took my father, I take her—Fair exchange ain’t no robbery!”

“Yuh kill me daughter, ah kill you sister, then what, young soldier? De Cartel has nothing to lose by calling a truce. Yuh keep yuh territory and we all gain peace of mind.”

Monroe knew that a truce made sense, but was reluctant to make a deal with the devil. “How do we know you will keep up your end?”

“Me a man. Me will keep me word. Me word is all me have.” Ma’tee held out his hand.

Monroe stared contemptuously at Ma’tee’s hand, rage burning in his heart from the fresh wound of his dead father. He knew that the truce was a wise decision, at least for the time being. He shook Ma’tee’s hand firmly, staring him in the eye. Monroe’s gaze was nothing short of menacing, and it held an underlying message. One that said he had not forgotten what Ma’tee had done to his father.

“We have an understanding.