this around for the rest of her life.
âI donât blame you. This is my fault. Just do it. Do it, Money! Do it!â she screamed. She saw how bad he wanted to. In his rage he was the spitting image of Mecca. If she didnât know any better, she would have sworn that Mecca was the one threatening her life. Goose bumps formed on the back of her neck, and despite the Nevada heat, she shivered.
Breeze finally managed to roll Carterâs wheelchair through the grass over to the heated scene. âTake a walk, Monroe,â Carter stated. He might have been out of commission, but his tone of voice was strong and it was clear. He wouldnât stand by and allow anyone to gun her down ⦠not right in front of him.
âAfter all this, you still defending this bitch?â Monroe said through gritted teeth. His nostrils flared as he lowered his gun and stormed off, completely livid.
Breeze rushed after him as Zyir lingered. âYou aâight?â Zyir asked.
âYeah, give me a minute, Zy,â Carter replied, conflicted.
Carter looked up at Miamor. He was a shell of the man she was used to seeing. She could see that he hadnât slept. His red-rimmed eyes and the bags beneath his lids gave away his restless nights. He seemed to have aged overnight. The burden of a dead child weighed on him heavily. The bullets in his chest had penetrated so deep that one had nicked his spine, rendering him to a wheelchair temporarily. It would take months of healing before he could walk without pain, but he could deal with that. It was the inner battle he was fighting that made life feel unbearable.
âYou played this shit all wrong, Miamor,â he said. He could barely look at her. âYou drugged me and tried to handle this by yourself, and you got our son killed.â
âI planned to turn myself inââ
âHe was our son, Miamor!â Carter yelled, interrupting her. His voice held so much judgment, so much contempt. He held up his hands and looked at them with tear-filled eyes. âAll I see is blood on my hands. I thought I wouldnât be able to choose between you and C.J., but we both understood what had to happen. I knew you were selfish, but I never thought you would put yourself over our son.â
âI didnât,â she shot back. âI would trade my life for his in a heartbeat, Carter. You have to believe me. You must know me better than that by now. I loved our son. I wouldnât have fucked up the exchange. I was taken. It was Murder. Heâs alive and heââ
Zyir walked back up as Carter interrupted her. âIâm done, Miamor. My son ⦠was the most innocent person Iâve ever met. His soul was pure, and he was killed because of something you did. I canât say it is all on you. I played my part. I chose this life. I chose you. I knew what type of person you were, and I still tested your gangster. I cheated. You retaliated the only way you know howâwith murder, with torture. We both caused this. But itâs over now,â he said. âBaraka has placed a million-dollar bounty on your head. Iâd advise you to go far away from here.â
âI canât live without you, Carter. Youâre all I have left,â she whispered. Tears clung to her thick eyelashes, threatening a downpour of emotion.
âIâm done with you. Done with all this shit. There is no us. There is no Cartel. Yâall can have this shit ⦠all of it. Iâm out,â he said.
Zyir gripped the handle of the wheelchair and looked at Miamor sympathetically as she fell to her knees. She placed a hand over her heart just to make sure it was still there ⦠still beating. It felt like he had ripped it right out of her chest. She wanted to say that she was the type of queen Fly Boogie spoke of, but she wasnât, and as she watched Carter being wheeled away, she broke down. Her pride wouldnât let her beg him to
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