“I swear, that nigga is dead, word to my mutha,” Miamor said to herself in her strong New York accent. She pulled off the freeway and entered the town of Little Haiti, where Ma’tee lived.
After taking several back streets and dirt roads, she made it to Ma’tee’s residence. Miamor looked at the elegant mansion and the 15-foot steel gate that was the entryway. She pulled the luxury car up and stuck her hand out of the window to push the intercom button. A video surveillance camera faced directly toward her from the gate.
“Wan, state cha name?” a voice sounded in a Haitian accent.
Miamor yelled loud enough so she could be heard, “Yo, it’s Mia!” “Who?”
“Miamor, mu’fucka! Open up!” she spat out of frustration.
A brief moment of silence came about just before the sound of the metal clanked, opening up for her. Miamor maneuvered the vehicle through the gate onto the long driveway leading up to the palace. She noticed that Haitians were scattered throughout the property, all holding assault rifles.
It was only the second time she had been there, but the view amazed her once again. The grass was perfectly even and greener than fresh broccoli. The driveway was filled with luxury cars and lined with beautiful flowers.
As she got closer to the front of the house, she noticed that a birthday party was going on. It was about fifty children in the front yard with noise-makers and birthday cake on their faces and hands. She saw all of the children gathered around watching the clowns making balloon animals, the kids screaming loud in excitement, and all of them having a ball.
A beautiful dark-skinned girl with long, kinky hair was front and center. She had on a princess crown and was happily being entertained by the clown as she instructed him on what balloon animal to make.
That must be Ma’tee’s daughter, Miamor thought, immediately noticing the resemblance. She felt bad for intruding on an obvious family event, but she needed to speak with Ma’tee. She also saw a couple of grown women amongst the crowd, obviously the mothers of some of the children. She thought about returning another day, but she had to find out more about Mecca. She was itching to slice his throat. It was only a matter of time.
Miamor made her way to the front door, where two dreadlocked men stood guard. “I’m here to see Ma’tee,” she stated as she stood before them.
Without saying a word, the guards, both with pistol in hand, stepped aside and opened the door for her.
Miamor stepped in and admired the crystal chandelier that hung from the cathedral ceiling. The glass wraparound stairs stood in the middle of the room and sat on white marble floors. The all whitewalls and furniture gave the home an immaculate look. Miamor headed to the back for the sliding glass door.
Another man stood in front of it with a pistol in his holster. Unlike the other men, he didn’t wear dreads; he had a neat low cut, but was darker than all of the other guards.
Miamor looked past him, trying to spot his boss. “Where can I find Ma’tee?”
“I need to check you before you approach Ma’tee,” he said, shifting his stance.
“I left the guns in the car,” Miamor shot at him.
“Sorry, ma. I still have to search you.” He shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms.
Miamor let out a loud sigh, letting him know that she was irritated. She held out her hands and spread her legs. Her Seven skinny jeans hugged her large behind. Her stiletto heels made her assets seem even more enticing as she remained bent down and he began to search her from feet on up.
He felt her tiny ankles in search for a gun hostler. “You know I can’t fit a damn pistol in these tight-ass jeans.”
“You never know,” he said, continuing to feel her upper leg. He paused, his nose level with her crotch.
“Smells good, don’t it?” Miamor said, hip to his game.
“Yeah, smells very good actually.” He looked up at her and gave her a perfect smile.
“Too bad you’ll never see her. I wouldn’t even let you taste it. Hurry up. I ain’t got all day.” Miamor turned her eyes to the ceiling. She didn’t even give him the respect of looking at him.
The man was obviously embarrassed as he hurried up and finished searching her. Once he was done, he opened the sliding door and pointed her toward Ma’tee, who was laid out in front of the pool, accompanied by beautiful women. There were beautiful women swimming completely nude in the pool while a shirtless Ma’tee watched in enjoyment as he sat on a beach chair, his feet crossed, and his hands behind his head. His dark skin glistened in the sun, and his muscular abs seemed to poke out of his stomach.
As Miamor slowly walked over to him, the clicking of her heels against the ground gained his attention.
He slowly sat up and looked at Miamor, admiring her shape and oversized behind. He loved the way her jeans hugged her hips, and the way she switched them when she walked. Her thighs seemed to stick out more than her waist. Ma’tee’s fantasies were short-lived as he realized that Miamor was more than just a stunning woman-She was a coldhearted killer too.
His dreads were much neater than his henchmen’s, and the tips were bleached brown. He shook his head, letting them fall freely from its original ponytail. “Hello, Miamor,” he said, greeting her with a smile.
“Hi, Ma’tee,” she answered as she took a seat next to him. “Sorry I interrupted your daughter’s birthday party, but I really needed to talk to you.”
“Ey, mon, no problem. Miamor me girl, ya know,” he said as he put on his shirt.
“Yeah, I know. But, listen, I need to know more about this nigga Mecca.” Miamor stared in Ma’tee’s eyes with deep sincerity.
Ma’tee saw the desperation in her eyes and stood up. “Why don’t chu come to me office. We talk ‘bout it.”
Miamor nodded her head and got up to follow Ma’tee.
Just as they were about to reach the glass door, Ma’tee’s daughter came running out. “Dadda, Dadda, the clown made me a giraffe, see?” She handed him the balloon animal.
“Yes, me see me baby girl’s giraffe. Wonderful!” Ma’tee scooped her up in his arms.
“Dadda, when are you coming out to play with me?”
“Dadda gots to talk to me friend Miamor. Then me come back to you, okay,” he said before he kissed her on the cheek.
“Okay. I have to use the bathroom now,” his daughter said as she wiggled down and ran towards the wraparound stairs.
Ma’tee stared at his only child and smiled. He looked back at Miamor and said, “That’s me baby girl, right dere.”
Miamor smiled and continued to follow Ma’tee into his back office. She walked into the office, where Ma’tee had shelves of books. In fact with his extensive collection, the office sort of looked like a library. His shiny red oak table sat in the middle with a deluxe leather chair behind it.
Ma’tee made his way over to the chair and sat down. He waved his hand to the seat in front of him. “Sit, sit.”
Miamor accepted his offer and sat down.
Ma’tee continued, “Me sorry to hear ‘bout your sista. Me never meant for dat to happen, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” Miamor dropped her head.