Array Ashley - Tale of the Murda Mamas

A tear slipped down Miamor’s cheek, and Carter believed it was tears of joy. But in actuality, it was a tear of pain. It pained Miamor to think about how she would have to tell him that she was connected to the man that killed most of his family, that she gave the drink to Taryn that killed her, and that she was a killer-a cold killer.

The nurse had just arrived, and Carter looked back, greeted her with a smile and stood up. “Get some rest. I will be back to check on you in a while,” he said as he pecked her on the forehead and exited the room gracefully.

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Zyir asked half jokingly as he watched Mecca take a shot of Patrón.

Mecca was noticeably angry and irritated. “Nothing. I’m good, Zy,” he said, thinking about how he couldn’t get to Miamor. I’ma kill that bitch tonight. I don’t give a fuck. She’s got to die, he thought as he tried to conceal his feelings from Zyir, who was staring at him like he was crazy.

“You sweating and shit. I’m just saying, you look like you got something on your mind,” Zyir said as he sat on the couch.

Before Mecca could respond, Carter entered the room. “Yo fam, I need to talk to y’all for a minute,” Carter said as he sat on the Italian leather couch next to Zyir. Mecca sat across from them and wanted to hear what Carter had to say.

“Our time has passed with this organization. We have to clean our money and get out of the game. I have been talking to a couple of business associates, and I’m putting something together for us in Phoenix. We can wash our money and get into the casino business.”

“A casino?” Zyir asked as he sat up, not expecting to hear what was coming out of Carter’s mouth.

“That’s right, Zy. We have to get out of the dope game and go legit. Some business partners of mine are willing to sell us a small share of a new casino that’s being built there. It’s the only way that we are going to ever prosper. The Feds are on me, and the connect ain’t fucking with me because of the indictment. We are in a lose-lose situation. It’s only a matter of time before The Cartel goes under, feel me?”

“What you talking about? Diamonds move dope! We run these streets, and I’m going to run these mu’fuckas until I die. Just like Poppa did,” Mecca said, sounding more ignorant with every word.

“That’s the mentality that’s going to land us all in jail. Think about it, Mecca,” Carter said as he emphasized his words with subtle hand gestures. “If snitch-ass Ace would not have had a baby mama, I would be serving a life sentence right now. We just barely got out of that situation, Mecca. We are under a microscope, and next time, I might not be so lucky!” Carter said, breaking down the truth to his younger brother.

“Maybe Carter is right,” Zyir added as he began rubbing his hands together. “We have to get out of this ‘hood mentality and expand. Think about not having to worry about, ‘are we going to get caught’ or ‘whose next to die'. We’re losing those we love behind this shit,” he said as he thought of Breeze. “I’m with it,” Zyir conceded as he held out his hand and slapped hands with Carter.

“Mecca, you in?” Carter asked as he and Zyir looked at him.

Yeah, I’m in, but first I got to kill your girl, Mecca thought as a small smirk appeared on his face. He was going to have fun killing Miamor. The fact that he was doing it right under Carter’s nose added more enjoyment for him. “I’m in, bro,” he said as he reached over and slapped Carter’s hand.

“Good, good,” Carter said as he stood up. “Look, but first we need to finish off the last shipment. We have to get our money out of the streets. Anybody that owes us money from consignment needs to pay up. We are out of the game officially today. I know that the business slowed down while I was locked up, but now I’m home, and it’s time to collect. Zyir, I want you to collect from them Liberty City niggas, and Mecca, you need to collect from the Overtown crew. We hit them each with fifty joints, right?” Carter asked, not sure of the amounts that they had spotted the crew with on the previous shipment.

“Yeah, that’s about right. I haven’t heard from any of them either,” Zyir added as he thought about the money that they had in the streets.

“Niggas thought that they wouldn’t have to pay up since you got locked up. They think The Cartel is over. It’s time for them niggas to pay,” Mecca added as Carter refreshed his memory. “I almost forgot about that debt they owe us.”

“I didn’t,” Carter added as he stood up to walk out of the room. “It’s time for The Cartel to collect,” he added just before he disappeared in the darkness of the hallway.

Zyir grabbed his keys, and so did Mecca. “I’m going to head out and take care of that,” Zyir said, planning to head to Liberty City.

“Me too,” Mecca said as his trigger finger began to itch.

He wanted to go and put a bullet in Miamor’s head so badly, but he decided to wait until he came back. He wanted Miamor to be in fear. She didn’t need to know when he would kill her, but she knew he was lurking, and that was enough to plant his seed of fear. He wanted to make her miserable before taking her life. Mecca smiled and headed out of the door, followed closely by Zyir.

Miamor watched as the nurse dipped the towel in the soapy wash pan. It pained Miamor to know that she was helpless and couldn’t move on her own. I feel so weak, she thought as she felt the warm towel on her skin. Mecca constantly stayed on her mind. She didn’t know when he would return to kill her, and she knew that he would succeed, because she was too weak to defend herself. She saw a man’s silhouette in the door and her heart began to speed up, hoping that it wasn’t Mecca.

Before she could play the guessing game, Carter appeared, leaning in the doorway. “How is she doing?” he asked as he slowly walked in.

“She is going to be fine. She just needs a lot of rest and love,” the nurse said as she continued to wipe Miamor’s arms and neck, cleaning her.

“Great,” Carter said as he leaned over and kissed Miamor’s forehead. He stared at Miamor, and couldn’t wait until he took her away from the chaos. He had already decided that he would ask her to marry him and be his forever. But first, he would have to nurse her back to health.

“Yeah, that’s the nigga right there,” Robyn said as she watched Mecca and Zyir leave the house. “The Dominican on the right, that’s Mecca Diamond, and the other one is Carter’s lil’ nigga, Zyir.”

Murder clenched his jaw and breathed heavily through his nose as they camped in a truck outside of the Diamond’s estate. They had been eyeing the place for hours, because Murder wanted to check out what he was going up against. He wanted to find Miamor, but first, he would have to find Carter.

“He’s the one that killed Anisa?” he asked as he grinded his teeth together, feeling the anger building up inside of himself.

“Yeah, that’s him,” Aries added as she remembered when Anisa was murdered.

Murder didn’t get the name “Murder” for nothing, and he was good at what he did. That’s why he always checked out the competition before just jumping into the situation blindly. He knew he would kill Mecca in due time, but he would have to be patient. His main concern was finding Miamor.

Zyir and Mecca got into two different cars, and they pulled out. Murder decided to follow Zyir, hoping he would lead him to Carter or Miamor.

Zyir slowly nodded his head to Nas as he maneuvered his car through the streets of Liberty City. He smiled as thoughts of Breeze invaded his mind, and just as quickly as the thought lit up his world, it brought him down. He blinked away tears as he thought about how their relationship never got the chance to grow. She had been taken away from him before they could build their love, and he missed her in a new way as each day passed. He looked at the picture he had of her on his dashboard, and gripped the steering wheel tightly as visions of her hanging crossed his mind.