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business must go on. Carter would’ve wanted it that way. The Haitians, them mu’fuckas have no respect for the game. These niggas playin’ fo’ keeps, but we won’t bow down to anybody, believe that. We have to let them know that The Cartel still runs Miami, point-blank!” Polo slammed his fist on the glossed oak table.
    The occupants of the room included all of the head block lieutenants from each district of Miami. They all seemed to see their paper begin to decrease and knew exactly what the reason behind it was.
    Polo looked at Money, who had a law notebook in front of him. “Money, how much did we bring in this week?”
    Money ran his finger down the pad and uttered reluctantly, “Two hundred fifty-three thousand.”
    This only added to Polo’s frustrations. “What the fuck is going on, fam? Our operation does a million easy. That’s barely enough to pay the runners. What the fuck!” Polo said as he focused back on the henchmen.
    One of the henchmen rubbed his hand over his face and goatee. “Man, most of my workers are quitting or siding with the Haitians. They got niggas shook. Ma’tee and his crew are trying to take over the city.”
    “Got niggas shook? Fuck outta here. Y’all need to recruit more thoroughbreds then, real talk! We have to let the Haitians know that just because Carter is gone, it doesn’t mean we’re layin’ down. We have to get back at them.”
    “That’s all I been trying to hear.” Mecca pulled out his twin pistols and laid them on the table. “And you know what? Them mu’fuckas tried to send some bitch at me the other day, like I wouldn’t peep the shit.”
    “What happened?” Polo asked.
    “What you mean, what happened? I left that bitch stankin’ in the room.” Mecca nonchalantly looked around the table.
    “I told you about fuckin’ with them hoodrats, Mecca. We in a war right now! You can’t do that, bruh. You could have got yo’self killed,” Money said, obvious aggravation in his tone.
    “Bitch ain’t gon’ catch Mecca slippin', believe that! I knew what the bitch was on from the jump. I just wanted to get the pussy before I off’d her ass.” Mecca leaned back in his chair.
    The henchmen laughed at how cold Mecca’s attitude was.
    Polo and Money were the only ones not amused by his overconfidence. They knew how wild and careless Mecca could be. They also knew eventually his rashness, if not controlled, would lead to their downfall.
    Before Polo or Money could respond, the room grew quiet. Everyone’s eyes shot to the door. Some of the henchmen thought they were seeing a ghost, but it wasn’t a ghost. It was Young Carter.
    Polo turned around to see Young Carter standing there with an all-black hoody, and a diamond cross that hung down to his belt buckle. Polo smiled, knowing that his talk with him paid off.
    Mecca sucked his teeth, letting it be known he wasn’t comfortable with Young Carter’s presence.
    Polo waved his hand over the table. “Come in and join us.”
    Young Carter scanned the room slowly and looked at each man present. He then walked over to the table full of hustlers.
    “Everyone, this is Carter … Young Carter,” Polo said, introducing him.
    Everyone greeted him with a simple head nod or a “What up,” and Carter returned the greeting with a nod.
    Money pulled the chair out that was next to him. “Have a seat.”
    Carter accepted the gesture and took a seat.
    Young Carter and Mecca traded mean stares as he walked over to the chair, but both of them knew that it couldn’t escalate, seeing they were blood brothers.
    Polo cleared his throat and picked up where he left off.
    Carter peeped the surroundings and realized that his father was a powerful man. The man he went his entire life hating had boss status, the same thing he was trying to achieve. He looked at the henchmen and noticed that all of them wore luxury, expensive threads and didn’t look like the hustlers he was used to back home. Miami had a whole different