Chapter 19
Three Years Later
Carter emerged from the prison and looked up at the sky. It was the first time that he had seen the sun without wires and barbs interrupting the picture. His appearance was different. He had grown a full beard and his body was chiseled to perfection from the time he had dedicated to his body. His face held a scar from a fight that had broken out on the yard, but still his swag was the same. His walk was still powerful, his stare still deadly, and his mind sharper than ever. The past five years had changed him and for the better. He looked back at the prison as he thought, I’ll never let a man put me back in a box. Ever.
As he strolled over to the black Maybach that awaited curbside he frowned as he removed the prison issued shirt, revealing a white wife beater underneath. He was relieved to see Brock, his old driver. It wasn’t the first face he wanted to see, but seeing as how he had been released 6 months early and wanted to surprise Miamor he would have to be patient.
“Good to see you Boss,” Brock stated.
Carter slapped hands with the seven-foot killer and pulled him in for an embrace before stepping into the car. He smiled when he saw the Cubans waiting for him in the seat. He quickly clipped the ends and sparked a match as he puffed the cigar to life.
As the smoke danced in his mouth he savored the feeling of freedom as he melted into the leather seats. “I thought that would be your speed boss.”
“My nigga you thought right,” Carter said.
“Where to?”
Carter tossed the prison shirt out of the window as the car pulled away from the curb. “Take me to the nearest Neiman’s my nigga. It’s been four and a half years since I’ve seen my bitch. I want to walk back into her life and be the same as she remembered,” Carter said.
Time seemed to stand still when he saw her. Five long years had passed and he sat back admiring her as she walked through the beautiful casino, smiling graciously at the players. The dealers seemed to fawn after her. He could see the admiration in their eyes as she blessed each of them with a bit of her presence, even if only for a second. The casino and resort was flawlessly designed. He saw Miamor’s personality throughout the entire establishment. She had chosen every detail from top to bottom and its modern vibe was impressive. She had gutted the place completely and if the crowd was any indication than business was booming. He couldn’t be more proud. Miamor moved around the casino like a fish swimming through water. This was where she belonged. She was in her element and he found her incredibly sexy. The way she commanded respect. The way her beauty stood out amongst the sea of people. She was radiant and in that moment he didn’t think it was possible to love anyone more than he loved her. His eyes scanned the room and he immediately peeped Fly Boogie, sitting back hawking Miamor’s every move. She was protected and he made a mental note to hit Fly Boogie off with some bread for being so on point. He didn’t want to interrupt. Instead he turned around and walked back out of the door. Miamor was busy right now . . . busy holding him down . . . busy being the boss and he wouldn’t interrupt that. He would re-enter her life when the time was right.
Miamor felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand and she turned around, scanning the room to see why she was suddenly paranoid. She felt eyes on her. It was the murder mama in her. She always knew when something in the universe was off. She felt like she was being preyed on. She tensed and as soon as her smile turned into a frown Fly Boogie was out of his chair and across the room at her side.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said as she shook her head. “It just feels like someone is watching me.”
“The entire room is watching you ma, you’re the star of the show,” he said.
“This feels different. I just need to go upstairs for awhile and regroup. I’d feel much more comfortable if I wasn’t naked down here,” Miamor said.
“You don’t need your strap ma. You’re protected within these walls. Anybody breathe on you too hard, I’m plugging em’,” Fly Boogie stated. “Relax. Nobody’s here to hurt you. The people come here to see you, because you make them feel like you know each one of them. You’re like a drug ma. They can’t get enough and as long as they see your face them wallets stay open. Do you. I got it.”
Miamor nodded and continued to seduce the room, but she still couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that had suddenly killed her vibe.
She saw Leena coming through the casino. Impeccably dressed and cuffing legal documents in her hands. “Hey, where are you headed?” Miamor greeted her. They kissed once on each cheek.
“I’m headed to financial to drop off these insurance papers and then I’m conducting interviews for a housekeeping manager,” Leena said.
“Where is Breeze?” Miamor asked as Leena began to walk away, obviously in a hurry.
Leena shrugged. “If I see her, I’ll tell her you’re looking for her.”
“And the kids?” Miamor asked, yelling after her.
“They’re with Aries.”
Miamor nodded and tried to go about her day but something was nagging her. She had no idea that Carter was free but she would soon find out.
As soon as Miamor stepped into her suite the overwhelming aroma of fresh flowers invaded her senses. Her mouth dropped in an O of surprise as she looked around. She was baffled. This was a romantic gesture and although she was aware that Fly Boogie was fond of her, he knew his place. He would never cross that line. Would he? she thought, confused. She picked up her phone to call him. If he was responsible for this she had to correct this problem. She didn’t like how good the gesture felt. It was time to create some space. I’ve got to put some distance between me and his charming little ass, she thought with a smirk as she shook her head. Perhaps being her personal goon was becoming a bit too personal. She was flattered but she was also taken. She would give nothing but heartbreak for the young kid. She hit the dial button and placed the phone to her ear as she made her way further into the suite.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Fly, we need to . . .” she halted her step and stopped mid-sentence when she looked out on the balcony. A shadowy figure stood, overlooking the strip. Alarm shot through her. If Fly Boogie was on her line . . . who the hell is that? She thought.
“Hello?” he asked again.
“There’s someone in my suite,” she whispered. She hung up the phone and tip toed to the couch where she kept a gun tucked under the cushions. She removed the small .22 and let the gun lead her to the balcony. It was dark. The only light that illuminated the space was the glitzy lights from the streets below.
“The only reason I’m talking first instead of plugging you with holes is because my suite is full of flowers. Who the fuck are you?” she asked.
“Ask questions last next time ma, never give a nigga a chance to catch you slipping.”
The gun fell from Miamor’s grasp as she cupped her mouth in complete shock. “Carter?” she whispered. He turned toward her, his hands tucked in his Gabbana slacks. “Oh my God,” she whispered as tears filled her eyes. Suddenly Fly Boogie’s boyish charm was the furthest thing from her mind. Carter Jones was a man . . . her man . . . and he was 100 percent all man. The way he hung the Italian cut suit made her heart swoon as she ran into his arms, their lips meeting while his hands roamed all over her body.
“I missed the shit out of you Miamor,” he said, practically growling into her ear. She could hear his need and feel it too as he pulled her behind into him.
His kisses stopped her from speaking and his fingers ripped her panties to shreds as he lifted her leg, leaning her against the balcony door. When he filled her she gasped. It had been so long since she had felt him inside of her and she fit him like a glove. He grinded and she bucked hungrily, his face buried in her neck as lust took over them. His dick hadn’t been wet in five years and it was too long for him to do any real damage. When he came, he didn’t pull out. He spilled his seed inside of her. He would give her ten babies if it meant their souls could unite. Panting, he placed her on her feet and rested his forehead against Miamor’s. Her hands touched his face, to make sure that this was real. She had dreamt of their reunion so many times that it felt like she was in a daze. “If you ever leave me again, I’ll kill you,” she cried, her tears burning her eyes as they slid down her cheeks. “Five years was too long. It felt like a lifetime.” She wept. Finally, able to free the turmoil that she had concealed since the day he had been taken away. There was no better feeling than his embrace as he wrapped her in his arms.
“Shhh, I’m back Mia. I’m home and I’m never leaving again. The only thing that will ever take me away from you is death,” he promised.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Who the fuck is that?” Carter asked as he adjusted his clothes. She pulled her skirt down and followed him inside as she wiped her eyes.
“It’s probably Fly,” she said. “I called him when I saw you standing on the balcony.”
“My murder mama called Fly Boogie?” he asked. “He your body guard or something?” Carter asked.
“He’s not the same kid he was five years ago,” Miamor said. “He’s put in a lot of work for me over the years. I trust him.”
“Yo Miamor!” Fly Boogie’s voice came through the door.
Carter pulled it open and Fly Boogie’s eyes widened. He was caught off guard at Carter’s presence. “Oh shit, my bad fam,” he said. “I thought there was a problem up here. I didn’t know you were home. When you touch down? Welcome back.”
“Just now,” Carter replied.
“You good?” Fly Boogie asked Miamor directly. She nodded, giving him a half smile. She could see that his feelings were slightly hurt by Carter’s presence. They had spent a lot of time together over the years. Now that Carter was home that would surely cease. She was recognizing the signs of a crush from Fly Boogie, she hoped that Carter wasn’t getting the same vibe.
“She’s good,” Carter confirmed, answering for her. “We can chop it up tomorrow li’l homie. I hear you’ve helped hold shit together in my absence. I’ll get with you. Have a good night.”
Carter closed the door dismissively and turned back to Miamor. “Where’s my son?” he asked anxiously.
“He’s at home with Magdalena and Aries,” Miamor said.
“This ain’t home?” Carter asked looking around.
“No, this is just a suite that I keep here at the casino. I’m usually here all day. I like to rest or switch clothes without having to leave the property,” she revealed. She grabbed his hand and pulled her into him. “The home that we’ve built here is amazing Carter. It took so much work and so much time but we did it. I did it . . . for you. I’ll show you everything tomorrow. We might as well spend the night here. C.J. is already asleep and you and I have a lot of catching up to do,” she whispered seductively. She planted a kiss on his full lips and then dropped to her knees. Carter’s head fell back in bliss as she went to work. She was determined to show her man just how much she had missed him. Tonight would be all about his pleasure.