The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [97]
I can’t wait for this shit to be over, she thought as she tried her best not to look at the projection on the wall.
She was itching to see Mecca as she scanned the room. No one knew where he was. She was ready to leave her past life alone and spend the rest of her life with Carter, but not before she got even with Mecca. That was one itch that she just had to scratch. She couldn’t let go of the fact that he had taken her sister from her. Revenge was still fresh in her heart, and she wanted him dead.
“Excuse me, ladies.” Carter stood up so that he could go and talk to Ace, who was standing guard by the door, making sure only invited guests entered. Carter approached Ace and slapped hands with him.
“Yo, what’s good? How you holding up?” Ace asked.
“I’m good. Just can’t wait until this shit is over. I can’t look at Breeze’s pictures without wanting to break down, feel me?” Carter shook his head from side to side.
“Yeah, it was fucked up how everything went down. Zyir taking the shit hard too. I think he was feeling shorty,” Ace said, talking too much.
“Is that right?’ Carter didn’t like what he heard, but he didn’t want to ask Zyir about it, not now at least. “Yo, how is that money in Liberty City? Did they come to see you yet?” he asked, referring to Liberty City’s hustlers. He wanted to know if they had re-upped yet.
“Yeah, they got ten yesterday. Them Overtown niggas, they copping heavy too. We’re going to need another shipment in soon.”
Carter began to rub his hands together and nodded slowly, knowing that Ace was talking big money. Ever since Carter had put his coke on the streets, he’d been making a killing. He saw more money in six months in Miami than he had seen his entire life back home. Carter had expanded his operation outside of Florida, hitting major cities like Atlanta, Houston, and New Orleans as well, and labeled his organization “The New Cartel.”
The New Cartel was run completely differently from The Cartel. Carter recruited young hungry cats from all over Dade County and pushed out the old heads. He had a clique of goons trying to make a name for themselves, which made them ruthless. Miami was definitely treating him good.
“Cool, I will put in an order later this week. The way shit going, we’re going to be able to retire in a couple of months, feel me?” Carter said.
“No doubt,” Ace added.
Carter walked over to Zyir, who seemed like he was in a daze. He had to nudge him to snap him out of his mental hiatus. “Zyir, you good?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just got a lot of shit on my mind.”
“We all do right now. You holding down them blocks I gave you, right?”
“Yeah, everything gravy. But yo’ man been acting kind of funny lately. I don’t know what’s up with the nigga.”
“Who you talking about, Ace?”
“Yeah. He be taking all day when I call him so I can reup. My young’uns be running through that shit. So when he takes all day to call me back, we losing money. He never picks up my call. Shit gets frustrating, feel me? Nigga acting like a fed o’ something,” Zyir stated seriously, as he ice-grilled Ace.
Although he and Ace lived together, Zyir had noticed a lot of things that didn’t sit right with him. Since being in Miami, Ace had changed, and it definitely wasn’t for the better.
“I’ll talk to him about it. Don’t worry about Ace. I’ve known him since we were in the sandbox, fam. He ain’t no mu’fuckin fed, believe that.”
Carter smiled, admiring Zyir’s boldness. He reminded Carter of himself at his age. Zyir was only 18, but moved through life like it was a big chess game. That nigga don’t trust anybody.
Carter felt a hand on his back. It was Miamor.
“Hey, can I have this dance?” she asked sexily as the reggae band began to play a number.
Carter smiled as he took Miamor’s hand