Black Cartel

Chapter 20 The Last Rites

Ricardo

7:05am

"Buzzzzzz...zzzzzzzzzzz"

"What we lookin like" I answered my phone groggily

"Aye yo brothers touched down about an hour ago they should be heading your direction. I'm locking shit down tight out here for the fam...I should be around in about 2." Zay said  

"Ight that sound straight, Be safe out there bro we parlay when u get here.....one" I replied

"One..." he said ending the call

I squeezed my eyes and looked to see Mina still sleeping. She laid on top of me under the plush cream cover while tendrils of curls covered her face. I used my strength to lift her body then laid her on the other side of the bed. Even though my world was stormy due to the war with the Velez her presence brought a sense of calm to my spirit that I enjoyed. I knew love was a liability and a liability was a weakness. Even understanding that having her in my world could complicate my existence I however, was a man of true virtue. I always wanted what I shouldn't or could not have. That same ego could have been the ego that caused my uncle's demise.

I hovered over the sleeping beauty kissing her on the forehead before making my exit. After thirty minutes I walked down the steps toward the foyer. A black Alexander McQueen button up graced my body along with a Duer black slim fit pant.

Dong! Dong!

Sophia opened the door and stepped to the side as my brothers entered.

Julian's jet black mane was in a long braid and his black shades covered his eyes. His face read no emotion as he approached me first prompting for an embrace.

"Brother" he said and released our embrace

Elijah came in and took a long look at me.

"You good bro?" Elijah asked with a brief look of concern.

He ran his hand through his Cesar waves before taking his shades off.

"I have a clear mind, Uncs body is being prepared properly for the funeral." I said before strolling into the grand kitchen.

"I don't know about you but I'm tired of losing motherfuckers Ric" Julian stated taking a seat in the luxury stool.

"You know whats apart of the game we playing bro" I said slyly

"This ain't gotta be apart of our ga..."

We heard the front door close and looked toward the living room.

"Damn Ric I got here soon as I heard the news" Anya said stomping her way into the kitchen. Her long body waved hair flowed with each step she took. The white Prada romper she sported could barely contain her ass and she placed her cocaine colored Birkin on the counter.

The brothers eyes seem to both follow Anyas voluptuous behind as she strutted.

"I'm so sorry about Demario hunny...are you okay?" she asked clinging her arms around my neck.

"I'm here...and I'm fine" I said withdrawing her arms from around me.

Anya frowned harshly at my disapproval taking a step back but before she could address it Julian interrupted

"Long time no see Anya witcha fine ass" Julian licked his lips in delight.

"Still thirsty I see Julian" Anya laughed but didn't take her eyes off me.

She shot me a look that said we weren't finished and I knew I would have to dead things between me and Anya before shit really hit the fan.

"Ah you the one that's keeping a nigga parched" Julian replied coolly