The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [42]
“Hello?” he answered.
“What the fuck you mean, hello? Mecca! You left me here! Why would you just pull off on me like that?” Leena screamed.
Mecca could tell that she was crying, and guilt immediately plagued him. He hadn’t even thought to retrieve her from the house when he pulled off. The only thing that was on his mind was fleeing the scene before the cops arrived.
“Mecca!” Leena cried.
“Leena, listen to me, all right. Calm down. You know I wouldn’t leave you for dead. You couldn’t ride with me, baby girl. You saw how I left that nigga leaking. I didn’t want you tied up in no murder, so I just pulled off. I’m gon’ send somebody through to pick you up, a’ight.”
“Mecca, oh my God, the police just pulled up. Please come and get me,” Leena whispered, her tears flowing.
“Leena, I’m-a send somebody through for you. Just sit tight. You didn’t see shit, and you don’t know shit, understand?”
“Yeah, baby, I understand.”
Mecca told her, “Hurry up and put Sheed on the phone.” When his block lieutenant came on, Mecca instructed him to hide the cash.
“What you want me to do about ol’ girl?” Sheed asked.
“Just let her stay there for an hour or so. I’ll send somebody to pick her and the money up when shit die down.”
“Mr. Diamond, your brother Mecca is here to see you,” the receptionist called out over the interoffice intercom.
Monroe hit the reply button on the intercom and picked up the phone so that the other members of the board couldn’t hear both ends of the conversation. “Porscha, can you tell him that I’m in a meeting right now.”
“I know, sir. I’m sorry for interrupting, but Mecca says it’s an emergency.”
“I’ll be right out.” Monroe turned to his business associates. “If you all will excuse me for a couple minutes ... I have some business to tend to.” Monroe quickly exited the room, and his eyes widened in shock when he saw his brother covered in blood.
“Umm, Porscha, can you tell the board members that this meeting is adjourned and find a time that works with them so that we can reschedule. Hold all calls too please.” Monroe nodded for Mecca to follow him.
“Fuck happened to you?” Money asked as they entered another conference room.
“I just bodied a nigga in front of Sheed spot.”
“In front of Sheed’s spot? What were you thinking, bro? You supposed to be handling the street business and you making shit hot on one of our most lucrative blocks?”
“I know but—”
At that moment Money’s cell phone rang, interrupting Mecca. He checked his BlackBerry and noticed that it was Carter. He immediately picked up and put Young Carter on speakerphone.
“What’s good, fam?” Carter greeted.
“Man, we got problems this way.” Money knew that Carter could give them good advice on how to fix Mecca’s mess.
“What up?” Carter asked.
“Mecca caught a body.”
“What?”
“Man, Young Carter, it ain’t even how Money making it sound. I wasn’t on no hot shit or nothing. I send Leena into one of the spots to collect the cash, and these mu’fuckas run up with they pistols blazing and shit, trying to rob ya boy.”
“You had your bitch with you while you were picking up the money?” Carter asked.
“I told yo’ ass about having Leena riding with you during business,” Money stated sternly in disbelief. “You need to keep her out of harm’s way, bro. Today is the perfect example.”
“Look, the police came, so I hopped in the truck and sped off, but everything happened so fast, fam. I left Leena there with the money.”
“You left her there?” Money askd.
“With the money?”
“Yeah, mu’fuckas, damn! I left her there with the money.”
“That’s your brother,” Carter stated in amusement.
“That’s your brother,” Money told him.
“But on a serious note, Mecca, fall back for a couple days, just to let things