The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [98]
“You my lady forever,” Carter whispered in Miamor’s ear as he smoothly spun her around. I love this woman with all my heart, and I want her to be my wife. He closed his eyes and swayed back and forth to a rendition of Bob Marley’s “No Woman, No Cry.”
Miamor closed her eyes and enjoyed her man’s embrace, swaying back and forth with him as she rested her head on his chest. “I love this song,” she whispered, snapping her fingers that rested on Carter’s upper back.
Just as Miamor opened her eyes, her heart nearly skipped a beat as she saw the crazed eyes of Mecca staring at her from across the room. The way he was looking at her would’ve sent chills through the toughest man’s body. She regained her composure and stopped dancing.
Carter felt her body tense up. “What’s wrong?”
“Your brother just walked in,” Miamor said, trying to not seem startled. She immediately thought about her deceased sister and instantaneously wanted to get at Mecca. When the time is right, when the time is right, she repeated in her head as she imagined herself putting a hole through Mecca’s neck.
Mecca viewed the whole room. He rubbed his neatly cut hair, trying to get used to not having his natural longflowing mane. He had been dead to the world for six long months for three reasons: to stay away from Estes, to grieve his sister’s death, and also to plot. He walked in and noticed that all eyes were on him. He ignored the staring and made his way to his mother, who was so busy sobbing into a handkerchief at the front table, she didn’t see her son approaching.
“Hello, mama,” he said as he stood before her.
She didn’t respond, so he reached over the table to try to hug and comfort her.
“It’s okay, mama. I’m here now,” Mecca said in a soft voice. The guilt of killing the man that picked up the ransom for Breeze burdened him. Every day he regretted that he let his anger get the better of him.
Taryn looked up and saw that her baby boy was holding her; she hugged him tightly and placed her hands on his cheeks. “Baby, I was worried about you. I didn’t know where you were,” she said as she hugged him again tightly, squeezing him as if he might disappear before her eyes.
“I know, I know, but I’m home now, mama, and I’m not going nowhere,” Mecca assured his mother as he rubbed her back.
Mecca then looked over at Carter and Miamor and decided to go have a chat with Carter. He wanted to tell him about his woman. He was about to put Miamor on blast. He knew that Carter didn’t know who she really was.
During his brief absence, he began to do research on the Murder Mamas and confirmed that they were allies with Ma’tee. Fabian had known a lot of people that the Murder Mamas had done jobs for. That immediately threw up a red flag with Mecca. Miamor was a cold-blooded killer, and he knew she had an ulterior motive with Carter, who was sleeping with the enemy.
Mecca poured a glass of wine and headed across the room to talk to Carter.
Carter continued to dance with Miamor, but he knew that her mood had suddenly changed since Mecca entered the building. “Is everything all right?” he asked concerned and confused.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just got a light headache, that’s all,” Miamor responded distractedly.
As soon as she finished her sentence, Mecca came over with a wine glass in his hand. He came over with a smile and greeted his half-brother with a light hug. “What’s up, bro?” Mecca yelled.
“What’s good, Mecca? Glad to you could make it,” Carter answered.
Mecca looked at Miamor and put on a fake smile. “Hello. It’s Miamor, right?”
“Yes, it is. Hello to you,” she answered coldly as she stared into his eyes.
Mecca quickly picked up Miamor’s hand and kissed it like a gentleman would do. He then gave her the glass of wine and said, “May I borrow your fella for a minute? We have to discuss business.”
“Sure.” Miamor grabbed