Money knew his brother too well and saw that he was getting ready to flip. “Yo, Mecca, fall back. They’re just dancing, nigga. Goddamn!” Money laughed lightly and nodded his head to the song.
Mecca took another gulp of the champagne, menacingly staring at the guy who was feeling up his woman. “Do he know who the fuck I am?” Mecca asked himself as he continued to down the drink.
Money brought his ear closer to Mecca. “What?”
Before Money could stop him, Mecca jumped up and walked over to Leena and the guy. Without warning, he broke the champagne bottle over the guy’s head, causing him to drop instantly.
The guy’s friend, who was dancing with Breeze, ran up on Mecca, but before he could touch Mecca, he was staring down the barrel of a pearl-handled 9 mm handgun.
“What, nigga? What!” Mecca screamed as the DJ stopped the music.
“Mecca! Stop!” Leena yelled as she grabbed his arm. “We were just dancing, baby!” She looked at the man holding the back of his bloody head.
Mecca wasn’t trying to hear that. “Bitch, you my woman! This nigga was grabbing yo’ ass like y’all was fuckin’ or something!” he yelled.
The vision of another man groping his woman was too much to bear, and jealousy took over. Mecca pointed the gun to the man’s leg and let off a round, causing a loud thud to echo throughout the spacious VIP room.
“Aghhh!” the man yelled in agony as he gripped his bloody leg. The entire room was in complete pandemonium as people ran for cover, afraid of getting hit by a stray bullet.
Money got up and grabbed his drunken brother. “Yo, Mecca, that’s enough!” He signaled for one of his henchmen to come over to them. Money leaned in the henchman’s ear and told him to call their family doctor to fix the man up and instructed him to give the man twenty-five thousand dollars as hush money.
Money was noticeably frustrated with his Mecca’s recklessness, since it wasn’t the first time he had to clean up his mess. He forcefully grabbed him and took him out the back exit, where their cars were parked.
Leena and Breeze followed them out, not believing what had just happened.
“Mecca, you always fuckin’ shit up. Damn!” Breeze shook her head from side to side.
As Money, Mecca, Breeze, and Leena exited the club through the back, all you could hear was Breeze arguing with Mecca. “You always go and do some crazy shit. Damn, Mecca! We can’t even have a good time without you popping off! You’re nothing like Poppa. You need to learn how to control your emotions!”
“Breeze, I’m sorry, sis, but the nigga was tryin’ to disrespect me. You know I ain’t having that shit. This city is mine,” he said in a drunken slur as he stumbled to his car.
“Whatever!” Breeze said before she got into Money’s Escalade.
Money was giving Mecca a look of disappointment and shaking his head from side to side. He knew his brother was getting out of hand and that his rashness could eventually lead to his own demise. “Bro, you can’t move like that. That shit was straight-up stupid. Shooting a nigga don’t make you no gangster. That ain’t what we about, family. Now, if the nigga went against the grain, I would’ve been right there with you, but what you did was wrong and simple-minded. You have to think first and then react,” Money said, quoting his deceased father. Carter Sr. had always told hotheaded Mecca, “Think first and then react.”
Guilt began to set in with Mecca, so naturally he began to put it off on someone else. He didn’t respond to Money and looked over to Leena, who was leaning on his car and crying in her palms.
He stormed over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders forcefully. “It’s all yo’ mu’fuckin’ fault! If yo’ ass wasn’t flirtin’ with the nigga, this wouldn’t have happened. You were inviting that nigga to touch all on you.”
Leena yelled, “Mecca, stop! You’re drunk, and you’re hurting me!” She tried to break loose from his grasp.
Mecca’s mixture of intoxication and anger caused him to backhand Leena, and she fell to the ground. Mecca quickly grew remorseful as he saw his woman hit the concrete.
Money rushed over and pulled Mecca away. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled. “Hitting a female?” He helped Leena up and examined her face and bloody lip. “Are you okay?” Money whispered, as he wiped the blood away from her lip.
Leena looked in the eyes of the man she was desperately in love with. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She wanted to be with Money rather than Mecca so badly. Even though Mecca and Money were twins, they were the exact opposite, and Leena felt like she was with the wrong sibling.
“Get in the car, okay. I’ll take you home.” Money focused back on his drunken brother. “What the fuck is yo’ problem, Mecca? You are getting out of hand.” He gripped Mecca up by his collar, pulling him close to him so that he could be the only one about to hear what he had to say. “If you ever hit a woman again, I’ll”-Money was so enraged by his brother’s actions, he couldn’t finish his sentence. He just pushed Mecca toward his car and pointed his finger at him and shook his head in disappointment.
Mecca remained silent, knowing he was dead wrong.
Money looked at Breeze, who was in the passenger side of his car, and yelled to her, “Take this drunken fool home! I’ll take Leena home and meet you at the house.” He walked over to Mecca’s car and opened the passenger door for Leena.
Mecca was overwhelmed with guilt as he tried repeatedly to apologize to Leena, but the pleas fell on deaf ears.
“Come on, Mecca.” Breeze grabbed his hand and helped him into the car.
Mecca dropped his head in shame as he realized that he had overreacted, and the guilt began to sink in.
Carter drove Mecca’s Lamborghini down the highway toward Leena’s home.
Money hated driving Mecca’s cars. In his eyes, they were way too flashy and drew too much attention. He glanced over at Leena, who was crying quietly, wishing she had never come out that night.
Money wanted so badly to be with Leena, but he couldn’t betray his brother in that way. He gently ran his hand over her cheek and wiped away her teary eyes, trying to comfort her. “Mecca doesn’t mean any harm. He does love you. He just has a fucked-up temper, nah mean?”
“He sure has a fucked-up way of showing me he loves me,” Leena said, tears streaming down her face. She kissed Money’s hand as he rubbed her cheek.
Money thought Leena was crying because of what Mecca had just done to her, but that was the farthest thing from her mind at that point. The tears were coming from the thought of her knowing that she and Money could never be.
Leena placed her hand on her stomach as she melted in Money’s hand. She had found out that morning that she was three weeks pregnant with his child. She knew it was Money’s, because she hadn’t been intimate with Mecca in months. He had been too busy to satisfy her lately. She decided to have an abortion and take her secret to her grave, but the pressure was too much to handle by herself. She had to tell Money.
“Money, I’m pregnant,” Leena said almost in a whisper.
“What?” Money asked as he swerved in traffic, not believing what he had just heard.
“I said I’m pregnant, Money. It’s your baby.”
“What are you talking about? How do you know it’s mine? It ain’t mine. I strapped up every time.”
“I know it’s yours because you are the only person I have been with. Mecca and I haven’t done anything in months. I know it’s yours. Remember that night, after them niggas tried to rob Mecca?” Leena asked, referring to the last time they’d made love without using protection.
Money kicked himself inside, knowing the time she was talking about. He was so caught up in the moment, he’d slid up in her raw. “Fuck!” He hit the steering wheel out of frustration. The guilt began to set in as Money thought about how he had betrayed his best friend and twin brother.
“I love you, Leena,” Mecca whispered just before he lowered his face to his table to inhale the line of cocaine.
As soon as Breeze had dropped him off, his conscience began eating at him. He felt bad for putting his hands on the only woman he’d ever truly loved. His long hair was wild and unbraided, which made him look like a mad man as he used his nose as a suction vacuum for his preferred drug. Mecca threw his head back and held it up to prevent his nose from running. Mecca was high out of his mind. He had snorted five grams of coke within twenty minutes, and the effects of the drugs were kicking in.
He grabbed the bottle of Rémy Martin and took a large swallow of it. He distantly heard a Tupac song pump out of his home stereo and recognized the tunes. He stood up almost stumbling and went over to turn the music up.
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the very end, just me and my girlfriend.
Mecca held the bottle of Rémy in his grasp and drunkenly rapped along, thinking about his love, Leena. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to go over to her and make things right. Although he treated her bad at times, he really was in love with her, and she was the only woman he had truly ever loved.
Mecca staggered over to the keys to his Benz and snatched them off the counter. He was about to confess his love for Leena. “Leena, I love you, baby. I’m sorry,” he said as he stumbled out the door and into his Benz to go see his woman.