La Bella Mafia by Ashley & JaQuavis

around the game, but she had never been a player in it. She was a pampered princess. All she knew was the money and the reputation that she got from being affiliated. She knew nothing of the stripes that it took to lead an army of street niggas. Then there was Leena. A pretty face who had stood on the arms of made men for years. She had been around, but Miamor was almost sure that she was just like the average hustler’s wife, she knew no details. Leena wasn’t street, but could still prove valuable because she was sharp, and she seemed to be loyal. Still, she lacked the raw courage that it took to run things. In an organization as infamous as The Cartel, there couldn’t be weakness. Miamor was used to running with a pack of thoroughbreds. Leena and Breeze were a far cry from The Murder Mamas. Miamor had trusted them with her life, she wasn’t sure if Breeze and Leena could compare.
    The doorbell rang causing Miamor’s body to tense. Her son was so in tune with her body that he erupted with cries simultaneously. “Shh!!” she whispered as she stood to her feet, her maternal instincts to protect kicking in. “Shh, its okay.” She ran into the panic room that was attached to the nursery and put in a code quickly, her hands shaking violently. Miamor was normally so rational, so meticulous, but having another life to look out for besides her own made her emotional. Just the ring of a doorbell scared her. Normally the security cameras would have announced the identity of whoever was ringing her bell, but the Feds had disarmed all of her cameras when they had hit her with the warrant. The streets knew that Carter was gone. There was no telling who would come to her door trying to usurp her kingdom. Miamor was on edge. She placed her baby in the bassinet inside of the panic room and then rushed to the safe. With her hands free she calmed herself slightly as she punched in the combination. She grabbed the loaded .357 out of the safe and rushed out, locking her crying child securely inside. It was two o’clock in the morning. Nothing good could possibly come to her at that hour and whoever was at the door was about to feel her wrath. Miamor rushed to the door and pulled it open swiftly, ready to pop off, her gun aimed, arm steady.
    â€œWhoa!! Whoa!”
    Miamor popped off, shooting past the kid’s ear only missing his head by an inch.
    â€œWho the fuck are you?” she asked.
    The kid grimaced as his mouth fell open from the deafening ringing in his ear. “Whoa ma, chill out. Fuck! You gon’ blow my fucking eardrum! Who are you? Femme Nikita or some shit! You busting at niggas,” the guy responded with his hands still raised to show he had come in peace.
    â€œYou’ve got five seconds to tell me who you are and why you at my doorstep in the middle of the night,” she demanded, voice cold, finger wrapped securely around the trigger.
    â€œI’m a friend. My name is Fly Boogie. I was with Zyir the day that he ran from the Feds. I distracted the cops so that Zyir could go meet Carter and Monroe. I swear on everything I’m a friend. I ran one of the trap spots,” Fly Boogie said. The words flew from his mouth so quickly that Miamor knew they had to be true. He was fearful of his life. He wanted to give her no reason to pull the trigger. “Can I put my hands down now?”
    Miamor eyed him suspiciously and then grabbed his collar and put him against the brick wall. Her pistol kissed the back of his skull. She felt his waistline for a gun. He wasn’t carrying. “I don’t got shit on me. I just got out of county. They locked me up for the high-speed chase I took them on the day it all went down. Look, I know it’s late and I shouldn’t have come but I came straight here as soon as they let a nigga go. I received this post card in prison. Your address was the return address but there was no message written on it. I know the game. Seems