The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [63]
“He’s not like that,” Miamor stated in Carter’s defense.
“I know I did not just hear she say that.” Aries put her hand on Miamor’s forehead. “Are you sick or something? ‘Cuz this ain’t de same bitch I sent over to that island.”
Miamor had to laugh as she knocked Aries’ hand away. “I’m serious. Yo, he’s not like that. I don’t know, there’s something about him that has me stuck. He’s . . . he’s . . .”
“You fucked him, didn’t you?” Robyn asked.
The smile that spread across Miamor’s face revealed the answer before she could even speak.
“Ohh. She fucked him! Was he good? ’Cuz he could get it any day from me.” Aries stood up and bounced her voluptuous behind up and down doing a freaky dance. “I would put it on him.”
Miamor laughed as she pulled a .45 from the shoulder holster she was wearing. She removed the clip and popped the single bullet from the chamber then pointed the pistol at her friend. “Bitch, I’m-a put this on you if you keep talking like that.”
Aries ignored Miamor’s idle threats as she continued to pop her ass and hips. “Whatever. I would have that fine mu’fucka all up in me. Them bullets don’t stop no show.”
Miamor and Robyn were laughing so hard that tears were coming to their eyes.
“Okay, okay, can ya’ll bitches concentrate for a hot little minute while we discuss this business?” Robyn asked.
Aries stopped dancing and sat back down on the bed, while Robyn pulled the daily newspaper from her Hermes bag and spread it across the bed.
“You think Ma’tee still want the Cartel job done?” Robyn asked.
“I don’t know. There was a truce or something established between them, so now I’m not so sure.” Miamor shook her head.
“Well, you need to call and see, because we gon’ get at the boy Mecca, regardless. We might as well get paid in the process. You feel me?” Robyn asked.
Miamor nodded and flipped up her cell phone to dial Mat’ee.
Ma’tee greeted her as soon as he answered the phone, “Miamor? Me ain’t hear from yuh? How yuh doin’?”
He knew exactly who was calling him due to his hightech security. When he received a call, he knew your first and last name along with your current location, so she wasn’t surprised. He was always on point.
“I’m well. Thanks for asking,” she hesitated but was urged on when she noticed Aries waiting in anticipation. “Look, I’m calling regarding that unfinished business we had with each other. You still need that job done?” she asked, getting straight to the point.
“Unfortunately, me have to put that on hold. After what happened at me little angel’s party, me hand was forced to call a truce. Me a man of honor. Me word is all me have. Me will not break de truce. The only way me will put the contract back up is if de Cartel break de agreement first. Then and only then will me pay yuh for de bounty.”
“I hear you. Look, if you change your mind, we’re ready. Just say the word, and we’ll make it happen. Is the ticket still the same on that?” she asked.
Ma’tee let out a small chuckle. “If they do not hold up their end, then me will pay one point five for it.”
“Well, like I said, Ma’tee, I’m trying to see that, so let me know,” she said before hanging up.
“What did he say?” Robyn asked eagerly.
“Bounty’s not good unless The Cartel breaks the truce first. Otherwise, he is going to keep his word. He’s willing to pay a mill five, if they do show shade.”
“Then we have to make sure the Cartel breaks de truce, so we can see that cash and kill de kid Mecca,” Aries replied.
“I don’t know, y’all. Y’all talking about initiating a war between two sides that have agreed to lay low. With everything that happened with Nis, my head is all over the place. Emotions throw my judgment off. Everything I’ve been going through with her death has me all fucked up. I don’t know if I’m ready to get at them again.”
“It’s hard on all of us, Mia. We loved Anisa too, and it’s not just about the money anymore. They made it personal when the nigga Mecca killed her,” Robyn