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They were being put up in mini-mansions in the sky. Each one came with a group of personal hand maidens, butlers, and a personal chef, not to mention the private plunge pool. This was the luxe life and Carter could appreciate the fact that the hideout felt more like an escape. He hadn’t been expecting much but this set up exceeded his wildest dreams. He had seen opulence in his day but nothing quite like this. The Cartel reigned in the fields of drugs, war, and even real estate, but it was apparent that they hadn’t amassed wealth on this level . . . yet. If Carter had anything to do with it they would make the transition soon, after his legal troubles subsided. After finishing the tour of Carter’s penthouse Baraka turned to his guests. He stood tall, strong, with his hands clasped in front of him. “I hope you find your accommodations most suiting,” he said. “Each penthouse is identical.”
    Monroe nodded and Zyir spoke, “No detail was left undone. Appreciate it.”
    Baraka smirked. He could spot a protégé in the making. Zyir was a chip off of Carter’s block. Their swag was almost identical. They may not be brothers by blood but they were definitely family. Always had been . . . always would be.
    The sound of a key card opening the door to the suite caused everyone in the room to look over their shoulders. When they saw her, they became breathless. The foreign beauty was the most beautiful creature that God had ever created. Her Miss Universe smile illuminated the room as she walked confidently pass the group until she was tucked safely under Baraka’s arm.
    Damn, Carter thought. He ran his hand down his goatee and exhaled as he shifted his stance. Her long, butt length hair was dark and mysterious, matching the charcoal colored eyes that pierced upon first glance. She was slim with a model’s physique. Her only curve was the perky c-cups that sat up out of the custom tailored Dolce pant suit she wore. Her skin looked like honey and Carter couldn’t help but wonder if it tasted just as sweet. He shook the thoughts from his head as Baraka spoke. “This is my daughter Yasmine,” Baraka introduced. “She knows my hotel better than I do. She is the hospitality manager. If you need anything she can take care of it for you. No matter how sensitive the matter, she can handle it and keep it in strict confidence. Do not hesitate to ask.”
    â€œGood to know,” Carter replied as he extended his hand to her. “Nice to meet you.”
    There was seduction in her eyes as she took his hand. He could practically feel the heat of her touch melting into his skin as she rubbed his hand slightly. “I look forward to pleasing you,” she said with a hint of mischief dancing in her eye. “Day or night, I’m available to you.”
    Carter smirked as he cleared his throat, bringing a balled fist to his mouth.
    â€œI know your journey has been long. We will let you gentlemen rest,” Baraka said. He led Yasmine out of the suite. The handmaidens remained stationed in the corners of the room, ready to serve.
    Monroe and Zyir stepped up next to Carter. “This shit is wild bro,” Monroe said. “Servants, butlers, and shit . . .”
    â€œDon’t take advantage,” Carter instructed.
    â€œFrom the looks these Arabian women been throwing our way, I’d say we are the ones at risk of being taken advantage of,” Monroe replied with a handsome grin.
    Zyir smirked but remained silent. He had caught the vibes as well and knew that this would definitely be an interesting trip. An interesting trip indeed, he thought.

Chapter 4

    â€œWe are the law Aries. You’re a Murder Mama. This suburban neighborhood with manicured lawns got you confused ma.”
    â€”Miamor

    The serene country street was void of all threats as Miamor sat in the rental car outside of a modest two-story home. The small city in middle of nowhere,