The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [95]
“He’s right, bruh. We have to play their game and see if they give her up first. But you have to stay levelheaded and chill with that wild shit. You have to think and play chess with that Haitian mu’fucka. If we outthink him, we will always win, trust me,” Carter said, sounding just like his father.
Mecca could do nothing but respect it. He just wanted his sister back.
Zyir and Carter sat in his Range Rover and waited for the man that was supposed to pick up the ransom money to arrive. They were behind a closed-down steel factory and seemed to be alone, but that wasn’t the case. Carter had arranged for his goons to circle the building, and Ace and Polo were on top of the factory with telescoped semi-automatic rifles, to make sure everything ran smooth.
Carter’s plan was to do the switch and have one of his henchmen tail the money, hoping that it would lead them to Breeze. He decided to make Mecca stay home with Taryn. He told him that his mother needed him, but the reality was, Carter didn’t want Mecca to do anything hotheaded and stupid.
“Yo, you ready, Zyir?” Carter pulled the duffle bag from the backseat.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Zyir said without enthusiasm, still feeling badly for falling off his square.
Carter could sense that Zyir was taking it hard, because he knew Zyir loved to bust his gun and lived for moments like this one.
“Listen, that could’ve happened to any one of us, young’un. We’re going to get her back though. Watch what I tell you,” Carter said as he saw a tinted Hummer pull up. He watched as the man rolled down the window, exposing himself.
A dreadhead who didn’t look over a day over 16 years old appeared. He was dark as tar, with wild, nappy dreadlocks all over his head. “Yuh got de money?” he asked as he looked down into Carter’s car.
“Where’s Breeze, lil’ nigga?” Carter yelled as he gripped the gun that was placed on his left.
“Yuh will get de girl after we get money, after I make call to me boss, feel me?”
Before Carter could even answer, he saw Mecca swiftly come out of nowhere on a motorcycle and pull up next to the driver. Before the young dread could even react, Mecca had him by his collar, and put a shiny chrome .380 to his head. “Where is my fucking sister?! Huh?!” he yelled while getting off his bike. Mecca pulled the boy out of the window and had him on ground.
“What the fuck is this nigga doing?” Carter said in frustration as he got out of the car.
He rushed over to Mecca and screamed for him to fall back, but Mecca was zoned out. He only wanted to know where Breeze was at.
“I’m-a ask you one more time—Where . . . is . . . my . . . sister?” Mecca gripped the gun even tighter and dug it into the boy’s neck.
The boy remained silent.
Mecca, tired of playing, pointed the gun at the boy’s thigh and let off a round.
“Aghhh!” the boy yelled as he squirmed like a fish out of the water.
“Where is she?” Mecca yelled again.
The young dread was full of loyalty and honor, and he knew that if he told Mecca where the safe house was, he was going to die. He also knew that if he didn’t, he was still going to die. So he did what would make Ma’tee proud. He spat in Mecca’s face. Blood splattered over Mecca’s bottom half of his face. The young dread followed by these words,” Bitch, she’s dead. Chu’ sister is dead bitch. Me see you in hell!”
Mecca lost it. He put five bullets into the boy’s head at close range, rocking him to sleep forever, and sealing his own sister’s fate.
Carter screamed, “Noooo!”
Robyn and Aries had already packed up their things. Word got back that Ma’tee’s worker got killed, and they knew at that point that they had to kill Breeze. They were finished with Miami. Finished with Miamor. In their eyes, she had gone soft, which was against their creed.
As they boarded the plane, Aries asked Robyn, “Yuh ready to leave Miami for good?”
“Fuck Miami. L.A. is our next playground. They never saw bitches like us. Murder Mamas