Array Ashley - Tale of the Murda Mamas

He lowered his head and rested his face in the palm of his hands. He picked up his cell and dialed Mecca’s number. He needed his brother. He couldn’t handle all of the chaos alone, and he was not trying to lose the only family he had left.

Carter did not know that in order to keep Miamor, he was going to have to let Mecca go. He would eventually have to choose one or the other, because there was no way that Mecca and Miamor could ever co-exist.

Mecca sent Carter to voicemail as he pushed his Lamborghini through the streets. His foot was like lead on the gas pedal. There was only one thing on his mind… murder. He called Fabian repeatedly, but never got an answer. Bitch ass nigga couldn’t handle one fucking job. Kill the bitch! That’s all I asked him to do, he thought.

His luxury whip left rubber on the ground beneath him as he made his way to his destination. He pulled up to an apartment community and slammed his car door furiously as he made his way inside. Too impatient to wait for the elevator, he stormed up the stairway all the way to the seventh floor. He found apartment 7B.

Knock! Knock!

Fabian opened the door, keeping the security chain in place, but when he saw Mecca’s face, he tried to close it quickly.

Mecca pushed his way into the apartment, causing the door to hit Fabian in the face.

“Oww, shit!” Fabian grimaced as he held his nose and backed up into the apartment. M-M-M-Mecca! What’s good, homeboy? Fuck is all this for?” Fabian stuttered nervously while blood leaked from his busted nose.

Mecca didn’t say a word. He removed his.38 and then began to screw the silencer on as his eyes burned a hole through Fabian, daring him to move.

“Mecca, man! Please, man!” Fabian begged.

Mecca aimed his pistol at Fabian’s head and fired two shots. The only sound that could be heard was Fabian’s body hitting the floor, and just as quickly as Mecca had come, he left. He had no regrets and no remorse. All he wanted was revenge. He knew that talking to Carter was useless. Miamor had him blinded. Carter had placed Miamor on a pedestal so high that he refused to see the truth, but Mecca was determined to get to her. As soon as the nigga turns his back, I’ma murder his bitch.

Dr. Nataya Azor walked into her practice and sighed. She knew that today would be a long and dreadful day. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, thinking about the young girl she had treated the day before. She knew for a fact that Ma'-tee was not the girl’s father, but she wanted to stay out of it. She wanted no part of whatever was going on. To get into the business of a man as ruthless as Ma’tee could put her in a bad position. She could easily come up missing if she chose to intervene. She tried her best to ignore the situation, but then she thought of her own beautiful children. If they were in trouble, I would not want another mother to turn a blind eye to dem, she thought with indecision. Dr. Azor had gotten the message that Breeze had written her, but fear had stopped her from making the call on the girl’s behalf. She had tried to put the note in the back of her mind and remain professional, but all night she tossed and turned, thinking of the look of terror she had witnessed in Breeze’s eyes.

She looked at the clock. She still had an hour before her office opened. She put her things down and walked over to the file cabinet where she kept her patients’ files. She flipped through them until she retrieved what she was looking for. “Breeze Diamond,” she whispered aloud. Her mind told her to put the file away and go about her day, but the motherly instinct in her forced her to find Breeze’s note. She took a deep breath and picked up the phone, but quickly changed her mind and slammed it back down. Her foot tapped nervously against the floor as she contemplated on what to do. She read the note again:

Please help me! Call this number.1- 810-625-1816. Tell him I am alive. I’m trapped somewhere in the mountains.

Please!

“One phone call will not hurt,” she said. She picked up the phone and slowly dialed the number, silently hoping that no one would answer.

“Hello?”

“Please listen carefully. A girl by the name of Breeze was treated in me doctor’s office yesterday. She asked me to call this number. She’s in danger. She’s is in Haiti. Ma’tee has her trapped in de mountains,” Dr. Azor said.

“Who is this?” Zyir shouted as he sat straight up in his bed, but all he got in response was a dial tone. He immediately threw on some jeans and his kicks and grabbed his keys. Haiti! he thought in despair. What the fuck? Ma’tee? Zyir knew that if what the caller said was true, then Breeze was in much more danger than anyone could have ever imagined, and he had to get to her… before it was too late.

Breeze began to feel better, and Ma’tee had allowed her to roam free in the secluded basement without being bound to the bed. It had been a week since she was at the hospital, and she couldn’t stop thinking about Zyir’s voice. She knew that she had blown the only chance that she had to be saved. She paced the room back and forth as she tried to think of a way out of the clutches of Ma’tee, but she was beginning to realize that she would never escape. He was in complete control, and had become obsessed with her. She broke down into tears as she began to accept her reality. “I would rather die!” she whispered as she felt like giving up on life. She was a Diamond, and she took pride in that name. She would rather die on her feet rather than live on her knees. She, at that moment, gave up on life.

The sound of the door unlocking startled her, and she stared at the steps until she saw the feet of Ma’tee emerging. He walked down, smiling as if he was a husband coming home to his wife.

“I hate you!” Breeze whispered as she backed into a corner, watching him walking toward her. She saw the look in his eyes, and already knew what his intentions were. He came down there for sex. “No, Ma’tee! Don’t do this!” she begged as she held her hands out in front of her.

“Relax, beautiful gal,” Ma’tee said as he licked his lips and thought about how good it felt to be inside of Breeze’s tight wound. He had broken her virginity months ago, but every time seemed like the first time to him.

Breeze learned that fighting back only made it worse for her, so she reluctantly got up and walked toward the bed. Ma’tee followed closely behind her and began to rub her behind. He relieved her of her gown and looked at her naked, slender body as she lay on the bed. Tears were running down her face, but he paid them no mind as he prepared to have his way with her. He dropped his pants and began to degrade her.

Ma’tee went down on her and performed oral sex on her as she laid there not responding to him at all. Her legs shook, not in pleasure but in fear as he ate her out sloppily. Tears ran down her face as she had no choice but to submit to Ma’tee.

Zyir’s heart raced as he waited patiently for Mecca to return. He had been blowing his phone up, trying to let him know that Breeze was alive and somewhere in Haiti. Zyir looked at Carter, who was coming down the stairs while talking on a cell phone. Carter was scheduling a helicopter to drop them off in Haiti. Zyir had never come clean about everything that happened on the night that Breeze was kidnapped. Carter and Mecca knew that he was the last one with Breeze that night, but what Zyir didn’t tell them was that he was in the process of taking Breeze’s virginity. Their sexual act had caused his distraction, and his sloppiness had led to her being taken. How would he take it? Zyir asked himself as he buried his face in his hands. He quickly shook off the feeling of overwhelming guilt and focused on the positive; Breeze was alive.