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stay. The farther he got from her, the more it hurt. She leaned her back against the tree and pulled her knees into her chest as she cried her eyes out. Carter didn’t want her. Her son had paid the ultimate price for her actions. She had nowhere to go but right back where she had come from … right back where she had spent years trying to escape. Murder had been right all along. He would always represent home to her. He was the only one who would put up with her treacherous ways, because he had taught them to her.
    She heard sticks breaking under the weight of approaching footsteps.
    She knew it was Fly Boogie. He wanted to be her knight in shining armor. He was determined to rescue the damsel in distress. What he didn’t know was that she was the wicked witch in the story. Everything she touched seemed to rot. If he wasn’t careful, she would curse him, too.
    â€œLet’s go, ma,” he said as he knelt down in front of her. “There’s nothing left for you here.”
    She stood up. “Take me back to Murder,” she said in a tone so low that he almost didn’t catch it.
    â€œWhy would you want to go back to that nigga? What’s so bad about staying with me? I’m not Carter. My pockets aren’t as heavy as his. I know I can’t compete with what y’all got, but Murder?” Fly Boogie stated.
    â€œI don’t want to hurt you, Fly Boogie. I like you. You’re loyal, you’re handsome, you have heart—but you’re young. You need a nice, fresh chick … someone like Breeze. You don’t want me. You just like what I represent,” she said.
    â€œWhy Murder?” Fly Boogie pressed, perplexed.
    â€œBecause he will kill anybody who tries to lay a hand on me, and I need protection. Baraka has money on my head,” she revealed. “How much did Murder promise you to play this game? To get inside The Cartel … to get close to me?” she asked.
    He shifted uncomfortably. “It stopped being about the bread a long time ago,” he replied.
    â€œHow much?” she insisted.
    â€œFifty bands,” he replied.
    â€œI’ll wire the money to an account for you. I want you to leave Vegas. Murder was never going to pay you. Once he was done and you were of no use to him, he would have killed you,” Miamor said.
    â€œI’m not leaving Vegas without you, ma,” Fly Boogie said.
    â€œFly! You’re not hearing me. Get lost. I’m trying to spare your feelings, lil’ nigga. You never had a chance with me. I like big boys,” Miamor said. Her words were so abrasive that she cringed on the inside, but she had to make a point. She had to bruise his ego, wound his pride so that he would finally turn his back on her. She didn’t want anyone else around her to die.
    He nodded his head defensively as his mug twisted into a scowl. “Yeah, a’ight, Miamor,” he said, feeling burned. He swaggered off in the direction of his truck, and she backpedaled in the opposite direction. Their good-bye was a silent one as she lowered her head and made her way back to the hotel … back to Murder.
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    TWO WEEKS LATER
    The musty mixture of rotting food, body odor, and alcohol filled the hotel room. It bitch-smacked Murder as soon as he entered. His lip curled in disgust as he spotted Miamor’s silhouette across the dark room. She was still lying there … in the same spot that she had been in for two weeks. “Nah, nah, you can’t keep doing this, baby girl. You’ve got to get up, Miamor. Snap out of it,” he said as he made his way across the room. He snatched open the curtains, allowing light to flood the space, revealing an ugly sight. Miamor’s hair was matted and nappy. Her clothes were dirty, she reeked, and her eyes were bloodshot. All she did was cry. He had witnessed death many times and had never seen grief in this form.