Carter laughed and signaled for the driver to pull off. They had to catch a flight to Brazil. The Cartel was officially dead to the world.
2 Weeks Later in Brazil
Zyir looked at Breeze as she approached him with a flowing white dress and a veil over her face. Breeze had never looked more beautiful to him than she did on that very day.
Mecca walked on her right side, where their father should have been, and he gripped her hand for support. It was her wedding day, a day that their mother and father had looked forward to since Breeze was a young girl. Although they could not be present, Mecca felt their spirits in the air.
“They’re looking down on you today, Breeze. They’re here,” Mecca whispered.
Breeze knew that he was speaking of their parents, and smiled as her eyes lifted to the sky to acknowledge them.
Carter was next to Zyir, acting as his best man for the ceremony. The only witness present outside of The Cartel family was the Catholic priest of the church they used.
Zyir smiled from ear to ear as he patiently waited to be joined by his bride. As they approached, Zyir looked at Breeze and promised himself that he would take care of her forever and a day. She made him happy, and he was determined to return that favor for a lifetime.
Zyir asked Breeze to marry him while they were on the jet coming to Brazil, and she graciously accepted. It didn’t take long for them to start planning for the small ceremony and make it happen.
Breeze approached Zyir, and they stood face to face, looking into each other’s eyes.
Breeze was full of tears because not only was she overwhelmed with happiness, but also great sadness. She wanted to share this special day with her family, but she only had a few people left. This day had brought about mixed emotions for her. She had never missed her parents and Monroe more than she had today, but the man who stood before her gave her strength. In his eyes, she saw her future, and it was filled with love. Her newfound joy with Zyir allowed her to push the sadness out of her mind, and she smiled from ear to ear.
The priest began the ceremony, and it was nothing but love in the room. They were a match made in heaven.
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the priest said as he smiled and nodded his head at Zyir.
Zyir then slowly raised the veil that covered Breeze’s face and exposed her magnificence. He put both of his hands under her chin and kissed her.
Carter and Mecca clapped as Zyir kissed his wife. They both turned toward the door and started to walk down the aisle, but before Zyir took two steps, he turned back to Carter and whispered something that was one of the hardest things he ever had to ask him.
“Do you want me to take care of it?” Zyir asked.
Carter watched as Breeze hugged Mecca and looked at Zyir.
“Nah, I got it. Enjoy your wedding day. I will see you when you get back,” he said calmly and smoothly, all with a small smile on his face. “I love you, Zy, Carter said to his protégé that was now a man.
“I love you too, big homie,” Zyir replied.
Breeze approached Mecca as he held his arms out. He had tears in his eyes. Crying was something Breeze never saw Mecca do.
The tears in Mecca’s eyes were ones of joy rather than pain. It felt good to see his sister smiling for a change. He saw that Zyir made her happy, and that was what was important to him.
He glanced at Zyir, who was talking to Carter, and smirked, knowing that Zyir would take good care of his sister. Mecca then focused back on the approaching Breeze.
“I love you, sis,” Mecca said as she slid into his arms and into his warm embrace. Mecca was so happy to see his sister in the pretty white dress, and he knew that his mother and father would have been proud of her if they were still alive.
Their family had been through war and rain, but now it was time for sunshine. He was her only remaining full-blooded relative, and he knew that he symbolized more than himself. He was there on the behalf of Monroe, Taryn, and their father, Big Carter.
“I love you too, Mecca,” Breeze said as she rested her head on his chest and hugged him tightly. Her eyes were closed, but a tear managed to slip down her cheek. She enjoyed that moment like it would be her last. The drama and turmoil that she had been through over the years with the ills of the drug game and the family business had her jaded.
She thought about being in the basement of Ma’tee’s home and being hopeless and ready to die. She thought she would never escape his grasp, but to be married and starting a new chapter in her life brought joy to her heart.
Mecca wanted to confess to his sister and tell her all of the wrong he had done, just as he had done with the priest, but he could not bring himself to let Breeze know that he had betrayed the family in such a heinous way. How was he supposed to tell her that he had murdered his own twin brother and reignited the beef with the Haitians? All of Mecca’s betrayals eventually led to the death of Taryn and Breeze’s own kidnapping. How could he tell her this? He couldn’t, because he feared that she would never forgive him, and he needed his sister to look at him with admiration as she had always done.
He needed her love like he needed the air in his lungs, so as he stood before her, the only words he could let slip out of his quivering lips were, “Sorry. I’m so sorry.” He gently grabbed her shoulders and looked into her beautiful eyes. He saw his father’s features in Breeze, and also their mother’s, and it tore Mecca’s insides apart.
Breeze looked into Mecca’s eyes and felt his pain through the windows to his soul. She didn’t understand fully what Mecca was sorry for, but something told her not to ask. Breeze just smiled and nodded her head.
“It’s okay, Mecca. I forgive you,” she whispered as she wiped the single tear that streamed down his clenched jawbone. She didn’t know what she was forgiving Mecca for, but she understood that he needed to experience forgiveness. She felt obligated to let him know that whatever he had done, it was in the past.
Zyir finished his brief conversation with Carter and headed over to Mecca and Breeze. He approached Mecca as Breeze stepped back and gave them room to converse.
“Congratulations,” Mecca whispered as he looked at his comrade, Zyir.
“Thanks, fam,” Zyir said with a smirk on his face. He embraced Mecca and hugged him tightly as he cherished the moment. He knew Mecca was a gangster, and real always recognized real. Needless to say, Zyir respected Mecca and vice versa.
Mecca noticed that Zyir hugged him tightly, and Mecca felt the genuine love coming from his new brother-in-law. The moment was almost enough to make Mecca cry again, but he held his composure and respected the authenticity of Zyir.
Zyir hugged Mecca like it would be the last time he would see him. “I love you bro,” Zyir said as he released his embrace.
“I love you too. Take care of my sister, a’ight,” Mecca said as he winked at Breeze.
“I got you,” Zyir said as he held out his arm for Breeze to latch on. Breeze did so, and they strolled down the aisle and out of the doors, where a cocaine white limo was waiting for them at the foot of the steps. The newlyweds were off to board a private jet to Rome for a weeklong honeymoon.
Carter and Mecca watched as they disappeared behind the large double doors of the sanctuary, both of them with smiles on their faces. Mecca looked to Carter and rested his hand on Carter’s shoulder.
“That’s our baby sister right there. I’m glad to see her happy,” Mecca said with deep sincerity.
“Yeah, Zyir’s a good dude. I raised that kid. I know that he’s one hundred percent… no cut. He is going to take care of his family no matter what,” Carter stated with a blank expression on his face.