The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [5]
“I know that we have to live like this, but it’s just not fair. I feel like I don’t belong here. All the girls at school look at me funny because I’m mixed, and they whisper bad things about me. I try to ignore them, but it still hurts my feelings.”
“Girl, females are going to hate, regardless. That’s how you know you’re that bitch.” Taryn smiled and squinted her nose.
Breeze couldn’t help smiling at her mother’s comment. She looked at how beautiful her mother was, and her comment made her look at things differently. Maybe they do look at me enviously, she thought.
Before Breeze could say anything in response, Carter cleared his throat, startling them. He looked at how gorgeous the two main women in his life were. He suavely leaned against the doorway with his arms folded. “What are you guys smiling at?” He walked toward them.
“Nothing, baby.” Taryn smiled and winked at Breeze. “Just girl stuff.”
Carter bent over and kissed Taryn and then kissed Breeze on top of the head.
Taryn knew that Carter had come to tuck Breeze in, as he did every night, and decided to leave them alone. “I’ll be in bed,” she whispered to him. “Goodnight, baby,” she said to Breeze as she tapped her leg. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Mommy.”
Taryn strolled out of the room, her stilettos clicking against the marble floor as she made her way out. Taryn would never get caught without her heels on. Nightgown and all, she always looked the part, playing her role as the queen of her husband’s empire. She was wifey, there was no doubt about that.
Carter stared at his wife as she walked away and then turned his attention back to Breeze. “Hey, baby girl.” He sat next to her.
“Hey, Poppa.” Breeze sat up and focused on her father.
“How was school today?” Carter asked as he rubbed her hair.
“It was okay, I guess.”
“Breeze, you know I know when you’re lying. Tell Poppa what’s going on.”
“I just miss my friends. The people at my school are so funny-acting. I wish we could move back home.” Breeze dropped her head.
Carter placed his finger under her chin and slowly raised her head. He looked into his daughter’s green eyes and smiled. “Baby girl, don’t worry about that. Everything takes time. They will come around eventually. I tell you what”—Carter stood up and smoothly put his hands in his $400 Armani slacks—“Why don’t you call up some of your friends and tell them you’re having a sleepover. You can invite as many of them as you want. I’ll have a limo pick up each girl. Would you like that?”
Breeze eyes lit up, and she gave him the biggest smile ever. “Yes! Thank you, Poppa,” she said as she leapt into her arms.
Carter had promised himself that he wouldn’t let outsiders enter his new home, but he had a weak spot for Breeze. She was his only daughter, and he spoiled her more than he did his twin boys.
“What about boys?” Breeze looked at her father. “Can I invite them too?”
His smile quickly turned into a frown as he looked at Breeze like she was insane.
“Gotcha!” she said as she broke out into laughter.
“Baby, don’t do that,” he said, joining her in laughter. “You almost gave this old man a heart attack.” Although Breeze was joking around, he knew that the day when she would be serious was soon to come. A day that he would dread.
Chapter Two
“There is strength in numbers,