“No! Just please, stop!” she pleaded. “Murder… Carter don’t do this!”
Miamor’s voice fell on deaf ears, because both Murder and Carter kept their weapons locked and loaded.
Miamor let off a shot in the air to get their attention, and then aimed her gun at them.
“Shoot this nigga, Miamor!” Murder ordered. “He did this to you. Kill him, Miamor!”
Miamor turned her gun toward Carter, tears in her eyes. Their eyes met. No words needed to be spoken between them for her to know that she couldn’t pull the trigger. She sobbed uncontrollably as she changed her mind and turned the gun toward Murder.
“Miamor,” Murder uttered, disappointment and hurt in his tone.
Miamor shifted her gun back and forth indecisively. Who do I choose? “I can’t choose!” she said aloud. Click-clack!
They heard the sounds of a fourth gun being cocked back. They looked around in confusion, wondering where it was coming from. It wasn’t until Miamor turned her head that she saw Mecca Diamond, but by then it was too late.
Boom!
Mecca sent a bullet crashing through Miamor’s skull, finally winning the game of life and death they were playing.
“Nooo!” Carter and Murder screamed as they watched in horror as Miamor’s body dropped to the ground, and Mecca stepped out of the shadows with a smoking gun in his hand. On instinct, both men loaded Mecca up with bullets.
Mecca’s body jerked, and he tried to squeeze off a few crazed shots before the bullets from Murder and Carter’s guns robbed him of his life. He went out with a smile, because he had finally gotten his revenge. Now he was going to reunite with the rest of the Diamond dynasty.
Carter rushed to Miamor’s side and held her in his arms. The crimson hole in her temple let him know that she was long gone, but he cradled her anyway, and cried as he kissed the top of her head. He was in shock and hysterical. All of the beef that he had been through, and all of the material things that he had gained seemed worthless to him now as he sat in a puddle of Miamor’s blood. Her death had broken him down to his weakest state.
Murder fell to his knees and put his hands on the top of his head. His heart was broken and in complete anguish as tears also fell down his face. He pointed his gun at Carter. “You did this to her!” Murder screamed. He wanted to end Carter, but it would not bring Miamor back. Murder lowered his weapon and hit the floor with his bare hands as he cried and mourned over Miamor.
Carter didn’t focus on anything but the woman in his arms. He tuned everything else out as he spoke in Miamor’s ear. “I’m so sorry, ma! I love you, Miamor! Wake up for me, ma! You got to wake up!” Carter cried. “Wake up, ma… wake up! Wake up!”
“Wake up, bitch!” Miamor gasped and sucked in air as her eyes shot open and she looked around in confusion. Her vision was blurry, but she could see that her arms were still bound, and Fabian loomed over her, swinging the deadly chain in his hands.
“It’s about time you woke up, bitch! I thought you had died on me for a minute,” he said with a devious smile. “You passed out, but don’t worry, I’ma make sure the next time you black out it’ll be for good.”
“Carter… Murder?” she mumbled frantically as she looked around the basement that she was trapped in. The hope that had filled her slowly fizzled away. I passed out. None of it was real, she thought as tears came to her eyes. I’m dying. I just saw my entire life flash before my eyes. It was all a dream. I’m right back where I started… right back at the beginning. None of it ever really happened. Carter, Murder, Mecca, Breeze… I made it all up in my head. It was at that moment that Miamor realized that she was not invincible. This was not a dream, and the lifestyle that she had lived was finally catching up to her. Her karma had come full circle. I’m going to die down here, she admitted to herself.
Miamor was truly terrified, and she began to weep as she realized there was no avoiding her fate. “It was all a dream!” she whispered in disbelief as she cried desperately. The mind is a powerful tool. It’s the most powerful weapon that a human possesses, and when Miamor’s body could no longer endure the physical pain, her mind had temporarily taken her to a different time and place… to a place of relief. But now that she was awake, her circumstance was still the same.
The putrid smell of human waste mixed with blood filled the air. This was truly hell on earth, and her torture had just begun. It wouldn’t end until Fabian said so, and he had a whole lot planned for her before putting her out of her misery.
Her eyes widened as Fabian lifted the chain and brought it down across her naked body. “Aghhh!” Miamor screamed in agonizing pain. Just when she thought it was all over, the torture had just begun.
The entire story you just read was all a figment of Miamor’s imagination. Not until you open the pages of The Cartel 3 will you figure out her fate.
Ashley, JaQuavis
