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Zyir shook his head and returned the smile. “You a crazy li’l nigga. You know that?” Zyir said as he held out his hand and gave Boogie a pound.
“And you know this!’ he said playfully as he dapped up his mentor.
Zyir got out of the car and began to walk the opposite way. Fly Boogie put the pedal to the metal and shot out of the tunnel like a bat out of hell. He shot out of the tunnel and the helicopter got right back on his tail.
The federal agent in the helicopter called in Fly Boogie’s location, and a mile down the road the cops were back on him. This time it was double the amount of marked cars chasing him. Fly Boogie was about to go down like a G.
Zyir casually walked into a gas station that was nearby and used the payphone to call a cab. Within thirty minutes he was pulling up at the jet strip where Carter was waiting for him.
Carter helped him into the jet, and Zyir was startled when he reached the door and saw a hand reaching to help him in. It was Monroe.
Zyir got onto the aircraft, and Carter immediately shut the door. “Okay, let’s go!” he yelled to the pilot as they took off.
Carter looked at Zyir and then Monroe. He was determined to bring his family back together, and he was not taking no for an answer. Before they would kill each other, Carter would kill them both. He wanted the war to end for good. They had other problems ahead of them—problems that they could have never forseen. The three biggest gangsters in history were on their ass: The F—B—I.
The jet lifted into the air and disappeared into the clouds as three of the realest niggas in Miami flew off into the sunset. Carter directed the pilot to head directly toward the Bermuda triangle—a no-fly zone where many aircrafts have vanished in American history. He instructed Zyir and Monroe to sit back and relax until they reached their destination. He had a plan—a master plan.
Carter sat back in the luxury chair and stared out of the window. Just before they entered the Bermuda triangle, he smiled and whispered, “Diamonds are forever.”
Final Chapter
“I’m numb to the death around by now. It doesn’t even matter.”
—Breeze
 
Weeks Later
Leena lay in bed, holding her son to her chest as she cried her eyes out over Monroe. She had lost him once before, and now she was reliving the horror of his death all over again.
How can a plane just fall out of the sky without anyone noticing? God, please keep them. Bless their souls,
she prayed silently.
The minutes on the clock ticked by, torturously slow as she waited for the sun to break through the dark sky. She needed to speak with Breeze and Miamor. They were all that she had left. Leena felt more vulnerable than ever, and they were the only women in the world who could relate to her pain. Widows of The Cartel, they had more in common now than they ever had before. Through circumstance they had been made sisters, and everything that their men had left behind was now in their hands. Power, paper, prestige . . . an entire empire now lay at their feet.
Leena kissed her son’s head, grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand, and rose from the bed. Putting on her silk kimono robe, she walked out onto the balcony that overlooked the entire estate. Monroe had her living in the lap of luxury. Their mansion rested on a ten-acre compound on the outskirts of the city limits. He provided her with the best of everything. From labels to diamonds, she was afforded her heart’s desires, but the material things seemed so pointless now. None of it mattered. She would burn the multimillion dollar walls she dwelled in to the ground if it meant Money could live again. What she wanted most was time with the man she loved. It seemed as though life always tore them apart, and for a second time she was mourning his loss.
Her mind was so full and her heart so heavy that she could barely breathe. She felt weighted with emotion, and she needed to get some of it off her chest.
Leena dialed Miamor’s number. Full of tension, she didn’t even realize that she was holding her breath.
“Leena, why are you awake? It’s so late,” Miamor answered.
Leena exhaled loudly and chuckled slightly. “I could ask you the same thing. Doesn’t sound like you’re getting much sleep either.”
“The baby is restless. To be honest, so am I. I miss him. I can’t believe he’s gone,” Miamor admitted. “He was all I had left. So what the hell do I do now?”
Leena’s heart went out to Miamor. To see Carter and her together was to see true love. Leena knew that not even her own relationship with Monroe could rival the one she witnessed whenever she was around them. “Have you spoken to Breeze?” Leena asked.
The sound of sirens broke through the silent night, and Leena looked around in confusion, and then she looked at her security cameras.
“The police are here,” Leena announced. Unmarked black cars were pulling onto her property. “They must’ve found the plane,” Leena whispered as she rushed back into the house, tightening the belt on her kimono as she raced through the massive mansion. “I’ll call you back,” Leena said.
“Lee . . . wait . . .” Miamor began to protest, but Leena ended the call.
Her feet slapped the cold tile floor as she headed toward the front door, frantically, as hope began to rise in her broken heart. She flung open the door and ran out into the yard, meeting the officers in front of her home before they even got out of their vehicles. She was taken aback when she saw how many had come. By the time she realized something was wrong it was too late. Twenty federal agents exited their vehicles swiftly with automatic weapons aimed toward her face. Red beams appeared all over her upper torso, and as Leena looked down she realized that all it took was an itchy trigger finger to end her life.
“Let me see your hands! On the ground now!”
Leena went deaf as the thunderous hum of a helicopter roared above her head. The windstorm that it created as it circled above her, shining a bright spotlight on her, caused her hair to blow wildly.
“What? What is going on?” she shouted frantically.
“Hands up! On the ground now!”
Leena was manhandled to the cement as she resisted their demands. She watched as the Feds swarmed her home. “Wait! My son is inside! My son is in the house!” she screamed as she tried to stand.
One of the men put a forceful knee in her back, causing her to grimace in pain as he cuffed her wrists tightly. The metal bit into her skin, and her wrist snapped from the agent’s brute force. They held no sympathy for her as they made their arrest.
“You can’t do this! I’ve done nothing wrong! My son! If you touch one hair on his head, I will have your fucking head!” she screamed as she resisted arrest. She lunged, kicking and screaming as she tried to break free. All she could think of was her son. Leena had no idea why she was even under arrest, but the Feds had come at her so heavy that she could only assume the worst.
Leena’s heart broke in half as they forced her into the car. She looked out of the rearview window and saw her son crying hysterically in the arms of one of the men. She broke down instantly. She had no clue of what would become of her and her child.
“Please, just tell me what is going on. What will happen to my son?” she asked as snot and tears wrecked her pretty face. There was no keeping her composure. Leena was distraught. She knew that the tides of life were changing. With the death of the men, the Feds had grown balls of steel. They would have never come at The Cartel with such arrogance and disrespect otherwise.
“Your son will be placed in temporary custody of the state,” one of the Feds said as he drove away from her home.
“No, please! You can’t,” she said with a gasp.
“We can and we will, unless you can tell us something that will make us change our minds and set you free. Your cooperation will make all of this go away. So do yourself a favor and tell us what you know about the murders, the cocaine, the dirty money laundering that The Cartel is involved in. It’s in your best interest to start talking.”
“I’m not telling you anything,” Breeze stated as she sat with her hands behind her back, handcuffed to the hard chair.
“We have evidence against you and everyone affiliated with The Cartel. We’ve got you for drug trafficking, running a criminal enterprise, fraud, tax evasion, the list goes on and on.”
Breeze kept her eyes on the wall in front of her, barely blinking as she blocked out the voice of the federal agent. The olive-skinned man leaned in menacingly over Breeze, using intimidation tactics to get her to break.
Zyir had trained her well. Breeze knew better than to volunteer any information. They couldn’t even get her prints on a coffee cup, she was so seasoned. Growing up in the folds of the largest organization in the South had prepared her for this moment.
“We found pieces of an aircraft, scattered throughout the Atlantic Ocean, about 150 miles off the coast of Bermuda. Too bad the cowards left their ladies to take the fall for their bad deeds.”
Breeze’s eyes turned dark at the insult and her heart wrenched. “You don’t have anything on me,” Breeze said.
“We have everything on you. You recognize this face?” The agent tossed a photo of Estes onto the table in front of her, and Breeze turned green as her stomach turned.
“Let’s just say family doesn’t mean much these days. He’s singing like a canary and has implicated not only your husband and brothers, but you and over a hundred other mid- and low-level dealers across the state,” the agent said. He noticed that Breeze’s demeanor had changed.
“Not so cocky now, huh, princess?” he mocked. “We picked up over thirty people directly affiliated with The Cartel. You’re standing tall, but do you honestly think all of them will too? Now the way this works is whoever talks first gets the deal. There is only one way out of this.”
“Magdalena!” Miamor yelled in urgency as she quickly dressed. The Spanish housekeeper appeared in the doorway. “I need you to watch the baby. Do not let anyone into this house under any circumstances. I don’t care if God himself knocks on the door. You don’t let anyone in.
Comprende?
”
“Sí, sí,” Magdalena replied.
Miamor placed a call to Carter’s attorney and within minutes she was headed to the federal building. She knew the game, and now that the Feds felt The Cartel was weakened, they were coming in for the kill. There was no way that Miamor was letting all that Carter had built be destroyed. She had watched him closely, studied the way that he reigned, and just as she had in life, she would now hold him down in death. She already knew that Leena had been arrested, and when she couldn’t reach Breeze, she had a gut feeling that she was being held too. Surely they had intended to come for her next, but Miamor moved to her own beat. She wasn’t being taken into custody without representation.
She rode in the back of the plush interior of the Maybach as her driver guided it through the city’s streets. Miamor’s chest heaved as anxiety crept into her bones. Today her worst fear was coming true. She was about to go up against the law. Most who did it had no wins, but with the team of sharks that Carter had left her with she was confident that she could come out of things unscathed.
The car arrived at her destination and Miamor saw that Carter’s legal team was waiting at the top of the steps. Steve Rosenberg, the best esquire in the city, was already on retainer. Standing confident and dapper as ever in a Brooks Brothers suit, he waited with a briefcase in hand. Miamor waited for her driver to open her door, then she emerged from the vehicle.
“Ms. Matthews, I’m glad you were smart enough to call me,” he said as she shook his hand.
“Thank you for coming, Mr. Rosenberg,” she replied anxiously.
“Looks like they’re reaching a bit. They do have extensive evidence on Carter, Zyir, and Monroe, but seeing as though they are now deceased, that pigeonholes their investigation. They’re using scare tactics to try and get an informant out of you ladies. The Cartel has been responsible for drugs and crime in this city. They need a kingpin to tie it to, but in this case they are willing to settle for a queen pin. Since they can’t get your men, they now are gunning for the three of you.”
“They have Leena and Breeze. Have they turned them?” Miamor asked as she bit her inner jaw, hoping that the ladies could stand tall under pressure.
“Not yet, but let’s go get them out of there before one of them do. The DEA has been known to flip the most hardened of criminals.”
Just seeing the face of such a prestigious defense attorney turned to tables in the girls’ favor. Within an hour Breeze and Leena were released, but the struggle was far from over.
“They’ll keep coming for you. As long as they have Estes’s cooperation, it’s only a matter of time before they bring indictments down on anyone he’s naming. I’ll do more research in the morning to find out what we’re up against. I’ll be in touch,” Rosenberg said.
“What about my son?” Leena asked urgently.
“I’ve already made arrangements to have him returned to you. As soon as they process the paperwork, a caseworker will drop him off to your home. Shouldn’t take more than a few hours.”
He bid adieu to the ladies, and they each watched him pull away.
“They found the plane,” Breeze informed sadly as tears flooded her eyes. “It crashed in the middle of the ocean. Divers are still looking for their bodies.”

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