The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [99]
In the meantime, Carter and Mecca began to converse.
“It’s good to see you, Mecca. How is that place that I set you up in?” Carter asked, referring to the low-key apartment that he had for Mecca in Atlanta, far out of the reach of Estes and his goons.
“It’s cool. But, look, I have to tell you some shit about your girl. She’s not who she seems to be.” Mecca rubbed his goatee.
“What?” Carter asked, totally taken aback by Mecca’s comment.
“Look, man, the bitch is foul!” Mecca said under his breath as he looked in Carter’s eyes.
“Watch yo’ mouth, fam,” Carter said through clenched teeth. He put one hand in his pocket and raised a wine glass to his lips with the other. He eyed Mecca and could see the larceny in his heart. It took everything in him not to smack the shit out of him for even having Miamor’s name in his mouth.
Before Mecca could respond, Miamor walked up to them. She had watched their entire conversation and couldn’t tell what they were saying, but Carter’s body language told her that he was upset. She gently kissed him on the cheek, calming him down, and then she grabbed Mecca’s hand.
“I never got a chance to get acquainted with you. Can I have this dance?” she asked sweetly.
Carter looked at her like she was crazy and thought about what Mecca had just told him. He was totally confused. What the fuck is she doing? He stepped back and watched them begin to dance. Miamor wasn’t being disrespectful since there was distance between them while dancing, but Carter was still heated.
“So I guess we finally get to talk, huh?” Miamor asked as she danced with Mecca.
They both squeezed one another’s hand tightly, obviously both of them trying to hurt the other.
“Yeah, bitch! Finally!” Mecca said as he kept a fake smile on his face as a front.
At that moment Miamor knew that Mecca knew her past and her connection with Ma’tee and the woman that killed Breeze.
“You knew about Breeze getting kidnapped, didn’t you? You were how they got so close and told them how to get her, didn’t you?” Mecca asked.
Miamor’s nails were dug so deep into Mecca’s hand, blood began to trickle. “No, I had nothing to do with that, but I am going to have something to do with your murder. You killed my sister, and you’re going to pay,” she said between clenched teeth.
They continued to dance as if they weren’t having a murderous conversation.
“Let me tell you something—You won’t get the chance to kill me. I’m a mu’fuckin’ Diamond, and Diamonds are forever. I got a surprise for you, Murder Mama,” Mecca said sarcastically with a scowl on his face.
“And what’s that?” Miamor never showed an ounce of intimidation. She was indeed a bad bitch and had tangoed with the best in her field, always coming out victoriously. This dance she was doing with Mecca was nothing new. She was going to kill him, even if it meant she had to die in the process.
“You know, that glass of wine you just drank, it was full of sodium hydroxide, a poison that first invades your respiratory system and makes you feel like you’re drowning right before your heart bursts and kills you. That shit is killing you right now. I say you have about thirty more seconds until you drop dead. You’re dying, bitch,” Mecca said smugly.
“Is that it?” Miamor asked. “Now, I have a surprise for you, Mecca Diamond.” Miamor stopped dancing and then leaned over to whisper in Mecca’s ear, “I would never drink anything you give me. I’m a Murder Mama for a reason, nigga. I gave the drink to your mama. She’s dying, bitch,” she muttered just before gently kissing Mecca on the cheek.
Mecca instantly looked over at Taryn, who grabbed her neck as if she was choking, her face turned bloodshot red. A small crowd began to form around her. He took off to try to help his dying mother, but just before he reached her, dozens of FBI agents burst through the door with guns drawn.
Mecca crawled