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    â€œIf the Feds go after the ladies the case won’t stick,” Carter said. “I know Miamor. She’ll handle it and I left a bank account full of money with the lawyers. Nothing will happen to them, they’re protected.”
    â€œI hope you’re sure,” Monroe said.
    â€œI am brother,” Carter confirmed.
    Zyir raised his head. “Is there a chance we could go back?” He had left without a good-bye, without warning. One moment he was with Breeze, the next he was not. He had done so many things that he had yet to apologize for and still had so many I love yous that he wanted to express to her. He felt as if he had left his home unstable. He could only imagine how she felt at the moment.
    â€œI don’t know,” Carter admitted. “Right now, this brotherhood here . . .” He pointed between the three of them. “This is all we have. This is the family that we can rely on. We left Leena, Breeze, and Miamor with enough money to last a few lifetimes. The Feds took some of it, but there is so much more that they will never trace. Our families are set. They will survive. Miamor is a shooter with a reputation behind her. Niggas won’t run up on her without thinking twice. She can hold down The Cartel. They are safe. The question is are we?”
    â€œThe Fed case is solid,” Monroe said dismally. “If we get caught . . .”
    â€œWe can’t get caught,” Carter said with finality.
    He stood and walked up to the captain’s cabin. The middle-aged white man had large headphones on his head and aviator shades covering his eyes. He focused intently on the sky before him. The serene look on his face was understandable. As Carter looked out of the front window he realized that the pilot had the best view. Nothing but white clouds filled his vision. It was easy to get lost in the sky and Carter stood mesmerized for a moment at the incredible sight. It was one that not many people got to see. He placed a hand on the captain’s shoulder. “It’s time,” he announced. “Turn off all communication. As far as the government is concerned this plane should drop out of the sky. We’re all dead to the world from this moment forward. You do understand that you can never go back to the States?” he grilled.
    â€œI understand. A million dollars is enough to make a new life somewhere else,” the pilot responded.
    â€œGood,” Carter said. He gave the pilot a pat on the back and then watched as the man made the flight disappear from airspace.
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    The ocean below them sparkled many shades of blue and turquoise as the plane descended out of the sky. They arrived in paradise as the plane’s wheels touched the ground with a gentle thud. The cabin rocked slightly as the pilot slowed and taxied to a stop on the private clear port. The three men emerged, suited, and unscathed as if escaping federal custody was a simple feat. When the federal scope fell upon most empires it fell instantly, but The Cartel would survive. Carter was smart. He had prepared himself for the scrutiny. It was his ability to foresee the government’s attack that had allowed him to elude it. Carter shrugged on his suit jacket as he frowned from the bright sun that shined into his eyes. A titanium briefcase was gripped tightly in his hand. The three men stood at the bottom of the steps and waited for the pilot to exit.
    â€œSafe and sound in Bermuda! Just like I promised you boys. Now where’s my million dollars,” he said as his face pulled outward in a wide, gap filled, smile. He was already spending the money in his head. His greedy palms couldn’t wait to feel the tax-free dollars flipping through his fingers.
    Carter passed the man the briefcase and shook his hand firmly. “Stay out of the states. Go anywhere but there,” Carter instructed.
    â€œYou’ve got it, you’re the boss,” the pilot replied.