by Ashley
“Can we have him moved to Miamor’s room? I want them together at all times,” Carter explained. He looked to Breeze. “And call up Fly Boogie. I need a man on her door around the clock until I can get her home. How is Zyir?” Carter asked.
“I haven’t been in to see him yet,” Breeze said.
“What?” Carter exclaimed, surprised.
“He and Money would have killed each other if Leena and I hadn’t shown up. You should have seen them, Carter. I can’t even look at Zyir right now or Monroe,” Breeze said as she shook her head in disgrace.
“I’ll go in and have a talk with him first, but he needs you right now, B. So get yourself together. The last thing he needs is his wife against him too,” Carter said. He kissed her cheek and then held her hand as they walked toward Zyir’s room.
Carter entered the hospital room and saw Zyir lying with his head against a pillow, eyes open, face solemn.
“What’s good, Zy? How you hanging in there?” Carter asked.
“Shit hurts like a mu’fucka, fam,” Zyir stated. “They talking about keeping me for a week.”
“You need anything? You comfortable in here? I can send you home, set you up with a nurse and everything if you want. Just say the word, li’l homie,” Carter offered.
“Nah, the way B is acting, home might be a little chilly, nah mean?” Zyir replied.
Breeze opened the door and stepped inside, keeping her distance as she looked at Zyir.
“You alive?” Breeze asked.
“Yeah, B, I’m breathing,” Zyir answered with a charming smile and a wink.
Breeze shifted uncomfortably in her stance. “If I hadn’t stopped you, would you have killed him?” she asked.
Zyir knew that his answer could change the course of their relationship, but he didn’t want to lie to Breeze. He owed her more than that. He had spoken nothing but truth to her since they first met. He wouldn’t start lying now. “If I had the best draw, yes. If the shoe was on the other foot, I’d be in the basement morgue,” he said.
“I won’t stay around and watch you put my brother in a casket, Zyir. I will not bury another person with the last name Diamond, and if you make me, I will hate you until the day I take my last breath. You end the beef with Money and I’ll come home,” she said as she slipped her five-carat wedding ring off her finger. “Until then you can have this back.” She set the ring on the foot of the bed and rushed out of the room before he could see her tears.
Zyir grimaced as he reached down and picked up the ring. He held it inside his hand as he brought his closed fist to his mouth and kissed it. He looked at Carter, who gave him a gentle pat on the back.
“Looks like I don’t got a choice, fam. I better get comfortable in this hospital bed, because I may not have a home to go back to.”
* * *
“Get off of me!” Leena screamed as she snatched her arm away from Monroe as he ushered her into the house.
“I want niggas all around the house,” he shouted to his three most trusted henchmen as he breathed hard and his eyes lit up in anger. “Niggas on the roof and around the perimeter. If Carter or Zyir even drive past this house, blow them straight to fucking hell!” he barked.
Leena covered her son’s ears as she rocked him in her arms. “Money, just stop it! Do you hear yourself? You sound insane! Have you lost your fucking mind?” she asked. Her once beautiful white dress was covered in blood. What was supposed to be the happiest day of her life had turned into the worst. “This was our wedding day!”
“The nigga Zyir is out of his league. He ruined your day, not me! He started it, but I’ma finish it and snatch the fucking crown off of his dead head. I’m going to hang the disrespectful nigga from the fucking streetlights,” Monroe barked.
Leena stormed out of the room enraged as she carried her son to his room. She marched into the master bedroom and pulled out a suitcase, stuffing clothes, jewelry, and shoes inside sloppily as tears flowed down her cheeks. She was fed up. The people she loved were fighting like enemies on the street.
She grabbed the Louis Vuitton luggage and wheeled it back to the living room. Monroe turned toward her, confused.
“I know you’re mad, Lee, but where you going? Huh? You’re not going anywhere, baby,” he said, softening his tone.
Leena smirked and snaked her neck like only a black girl can do. “You fucking right I’m not going anywhere. You are. Take your shit, Money, and leave. You want to beef with Zyir. You two want to kill each other, you can do it without me. I won’t watch that. I won’t stick around for the bullshit,” she said.
“Lee, there are some things you don’t understand.”
“Just leave, Money,” she said with hurt eyes and with defeat lacing her tone.
“Leena,” Monroe said more sternly this time.
“Get out! And take your goons with you!”
Monroe stormed out of the house, and it took everything in Leena not to call him back. He didn’t even turn around before slamming the door to their home, and as soon as he disappeared from her sight, Leena dropped to the floor in devastation. She cried her woes of despair, drowning in a heap of lace and sadness as she prayed for a resolution to a winless war.
* * *
When Miamor opened her eyes, Carter’s was the first face that she saw.
“Hey, you,” she said with a lazy smile as tears came to her eyes. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
Carter leaned down and kissed her dry lips. “Why did you run from me?” he asked.
Miamor frowned and shook her head in protest. “I would never run from you, Carter. A nigga snatched me off the street in broad daylight. My old boyfriend. Someone I knew from my past took me,” she whispered.
“Did he touch you?” Carter asked. “What old boyfriend, ma? What’s the nigga name?” Carter spit venom with each word he spoke as Miamor saw flames of anger dancing in his eyes.
“He didn’t touch me, but I don’t think he had any intention of ever letting me go,” she answered honestly. “We used to be close. He went to jail years ago and I forgot about him. I met you, and I left him in my past. I guess he didn’t want to stay there.”
“What’s his name?” Carter asked again.
“Murder,” she replied.
“What about the letter?” he asked. “He made you write that too?”
“I don’t know anything about a letter,” Miamor replied. “The first opportunity I got, I ran. I stabbed him and I took off. I didn’t look back. I don’t know if he’s dead or alive. I just kept running until I couldn’t anymore. He’s the only person besides Mecca that I’ve ever been afraid of. What if he’s not dead?”
Carter was livid as he saw the fear and heard the anxiety in her voice. “Don’t worry yourself, ma. I’ll handle it. He won’t ever touch you again. Just lay back and rest. You’ve done enough work. You did good, kid. You gave me the greatest gift . . . my son. I’ll protect you both at all costs. I love you.”
He kissed her once more then sat back in deep contemplation as she drifted into a restless sleep.
Chapter 24
“No Guns. No Goons. Just me and you.”
—Carter
Carter looked in his rearview mirror and noticed that the same two cars had been following him for blocks. At that moment, he knew that the Feds were on him. The white boys who were driving the cars that were tailing him were a dead giveaway. Carter immediately put the pedal to the metal and bent a couple corners to shake them. With his foreign car and world-class speed, there was no competition.
Carter checked his rearview mirrors after a couple corners and brief stretches and just as he expected, he was in the clear. He headed toward the hospital for Zyir. It was a must that they shook out of town until things died down. The heat from the authorities was too much to bear.
As Carter made his way toward the hospital, his phone began to ring. He looked down at his caller ID and noticed that the call originated from Los Angeles, California. He picked it up, o
nly to hear another person breathing on the phone.
“Hello,” he said again and still received no answer. He then knew that the call was coming from Polo. It was a discreet way of telling Carter that the Feds were about to move in on him.
Carter hung up his phone and shook his head in frustration. He knew that if he stayed around, it was only a matter of time before he went down. First and foremost, he had to get his li’l man out of the city too. Zyir was his right-hand man from day one, and he refused to flee the city and leave Zyir hanging out to dry.
Carter arrived at the hospital and immediately knew that he would be walking into a trap. He could spot unmarked cars from a mile away, and the entrances were swarmed with them.
“Fuck!” he said as he hit his steering wheel with force and aggression. He picked up his phone and called Zyir.
“Hello,” Zyir answered in a low, raspy tone.
“Listen, who is in there with you?” Carter asked, cutting straight to the point.
“Just me and Fly Boogie,” Zyir said as he slowly sat up in the bed while grimacing.
“Listen closely, because we don’t have a lot of time. The Feds are coming in. Do me a favor. Tell Boogie to look outside the door and see if there are any agents outside your door,” Carter said as he pulled off and looked at the cop cars filing into the hospital through his rearview mirror.
Zyir immediately told Fly Boogie to check, and he poked his head outside of the door and came back.
“It looks clear. Just a couple of nurses,” he said as he stood there wide-eyed, trying to figure out what was about to go down.
“Shit looks normal,” Zyir said to Carter.
“Okay, good, good. That means that they are on their way to you right now. Listen, you have to get the fuck out of there, Zyir. Like right now,” Carter said.
“Damn. Okay, cool. Where are you at?” Zyir answered.
“Meet me at the take-off spot. You already know what it is,” Carter said, not wanting to tip off anyone, just in case he had wiretaps on his phone.
“On my way,” Zyir said as he began to snatch the wires off of him that were monitoring his heart rate.
“Yo, Zyir,” Carter said as his tone dropped.
“What up, big homie?” Zyir replied.
“I’m not leaving without you, so make sure you get there,” Carter said with all sincerity in his voice.
“I’ll be there,” Zyir confirmed just before he hung up the phone.
Carter headed in the direction of Monroe’s condominium. He had unfinished business with his brother that needed to be handled.
Carter made sure that there wasn’t anyone trailing him before he turned into Monroe’s place. Carter took his gun from his waist and exited the car. He threw the gun in the seat, not wanting to even have it on him when approaching Monroe. He didn’t want to go that route with Monroe. Carter just had to tie up loose ends.
Carter walked to the doorstep and knocked. He didn’t know what to expect on the opposite end, but he was prepared for whatever God had in store for him.
As Carter waited for someone to answer, he got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He took a deep breath and then exhaled, trying to calm his nerves.
The sounds of locks being unclicked sounded, and Carter stood strong as he waited for the face of his brother to appear. Once the door was open, he realized that it wasn’t a face that he was staring at, but it was the barrel of a double pump shotgun that Monroe was holding about five inches from his nose.
“I come in peace,” Carter said as he put both his hands up. Carter walked toward the gun, pressing his chest against the barrel and slowly walking Monroe backward. “I don’t want no smoke, bro. Just want to talk,” Carter pleaded as he spoke softly, slowly, and collected. There was no hostility showing in his voice or mannerisms. He knew that he was playing Russian roulette at that point, but he knew it had to be resolved.
“You come to my house after you sent ya li’l mans to get me? You must be out of your mind,” Monroe said as he stopped and dug the barrel into Carter’s chest even deeper.
“You’re right. But if I recall right, you sent Buttons’ niggas to kill me in Rio. Remember that? Look, we both have been at each other, but this shit has to stop,” Carter said with no malice in his heart.
Monroe was at a loss for words.
“I’m tired of the killings. I just want this shit to end. Honestly, I would prefer if you get this gun out of my chest. If you want, I’ll shoot you a fair one and we can handle it like men,” Carter said, referring to a one-on-one fight. “No guns, no goons. Just me and you,” Carter suggested.
Monroe paused as if he was in deep contemplation and then released a small smile, gladly wanting to take Carter up on his offer. Monroe slowly lowered the gun and then tossed it on his couch. Carter stepped completely in the house and closed the door behind him. He then took off his shirt, exposing his chiseled body and ripped abs.
“I thought you would never ask, playboy,” Monroe said as he snatched off his shirt and put up his hands. They were both the direct bloodline of the most fearless man who ever walked the earth: Carter Diamond. So there was no fear in either one of their hearts.
Carter also put his hands up, and the men began to circle each other in the middle of Monroe’s living room.
“This ass whooping has been a long time coming,” Carter said as he began to inch closer to his brother.
Monroe threw the first punch. Carter side-stepped to the left, just barely missing getting hit by Monroe’s punch. Almost simultaneously, Carter snapped a quick jab to Monroe’s kidney.
“Too slow, li’l nigga,” Carter said as he smiled and swiped his nose, taunting him. This enraged Monroe.
Monroe began to throw haymakers at Carter, trying to knock his head off. Carter caught a couple of them, but the majority of them he dodged artistically.
Carter saw that Monroe was getting tired, and he knew it was time for him to put in work. He went after Monroe relentlessly. Left hook, right hook, jab—sending Monroe flying onto his back. Carter then pounced on Monroe, straddling him while wrapping both hands around his neck, trying to choke the life out of him.
Monroe fought for air as Carter gripped his neck tightly. Monroe felt that Carter was much stronger than him and knew that he needed help getting Carter off of him. He reached for the lamp and grabbed it. He then smashed it against Carter’s head, making the lamp shatter into pieces and temporarily getting Carter off of him.
Carter flew to the ground as the world began to spin. He temporarily saw stars and tried to get up, but couldn’t keep his balance.
Monroe, on the other hand, was panting on the ground, trying to catch his breath. Blood leaked from Monroe’s swollen lip, and Carter had a huge gash on the right side of his head. It was an awkward moment of silence as both of them leaned their backs against the wall and tried to regain their composure.
“We could have been a dynasty. We . . . could . . .” Monroe tried to say in between breaths as he steadily held his throbbing neck.
“That was the plan,” Carter said as he sweated profusely and sucked air, trying to get his wind.
“You let that nigga Zyir take my place,” Monroe admitted as he expressed his true feelings. He was envious of the place that Zyir held in his brother’s life. They were close, and Monroe felt as if he had missed out by being away from life for so long.
“Zyir is my nigga. He’s been there with me from the start. He wasn’t taking anyone’s place, because he always had a place of his own. So that’s what this is all about, huh?”
“I just believe in blood over everything. I was raised in this drug game, and what I learned is that anybody will cross you for the right price. But family, family doesn’t have a price. Family is forever. Diamonds are forever.”
“Diamonds are forever. We have to end this, Money. We have to,” Carter said as he looked over at Monroe. Neither of them wanted the beef to go any further. It was as if them saying that Diamonds are forever re
leased the tension out of the room.
“I’ve lost everybody from this game. This game has no love for anyone. I don’t want to lose the only brother I have left behind this,” Carter admitted.
“I want this shit to be over too, bro. I swear to God I do. It seems like it’s at a point of no return,” Monroe replied.
“It’s never too late, my nigga. All we have to do is let it end here,” Carter said as he slowly stood up, sneering at his aching headache. He reached down his hand to Monroe and looked at his brother in the eyes.
Monroe paused and took a long, hard thought about what he was about to do. He took a deep breath and reached out his hand, letting his older brother help him up. They embraced and rocked back and forth, both of their souls being cleansed in the process.
“Now we have to go. The Feds are coming,” Carter said as he went to the window and looked down over the street cautiously. “We have to go. They will be here any minute.”
“What?” Monroe asked, trying to grasp what was going on.
“They’re on to Estes, which means they’re on to all of us. Just come on! I don’t have time to explain, but I have a jet waiting to take us to Bermuda. All we have to do is make it to the airstrip. We have to go!” Carter said as he fled out of the door.
Monroe followed closely behind, and just like that, they were gone out of the door.
* * *
Zyir looked at the dashboard and saw Fly Boogie pushing over 120 miles per hour. Zyir then looked in his rearview mirror and saw the trail of police cars and flashing lights. They were on a high-speed chase, and Zyir knew that it wasn’t looking good. He looked at Fly Boogie and noticed a grin on his face. He was actually enjoying the high-stakes car chase. A helicopter was hovering above them, keeping up with their every move. Zyir shook his head and had no choice but to smile. He gripped his wounded stomach and felt his phone vibrate. It was Carter.