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Carter nodded at the warehouse that sat adjacent to the airstrip. “There’s a mechanic waiting inside there. He will get you refueled and make sure you’re good before you take off.”
    â€œTake-off? I though Bermuda was the final destination?” he asked.
    â€œIt is our final destination, you will be going elsewhere,” Carter answered sternly. The pilot nodded in reluctant understanding as Carter, Zyir, and Monroe walked away.
    They looked like Mafioso as they strutted powerfully across the clear port in their expensive Italian suits.
    â€œYou know he is going to go right back to Miami right?” Monroe stated. “There is no telling who he’s going to run his mouth to. We need to dead that nigga.”
    â€œHe’ll never make it. The mechanic is going to make sure of it. The Feds will find the plane at the bottom of the ocean, assuming that we were on it,” Carter replied. He swiped his nose arrogantly, feeling no remorse for double-crossing the pilot. He knew that the man would not be able to resist returning to Miami. He had just come into a million dollars. He wouldn’t want to be rich alone; he would want to share it with the people who knew him. There was no point in getting money if you couldn’t floss in front of the people that you were once broke in front of. He would disobey Carter’s orders and surely attempt to return to Miami. Unfortunately for him Carter had anticipated this. The man would be half way across the Atlantic ocean when the engines on his plane gave out. It was cold blooded, but the men couldn’t afford any slip-ups. The pilot was a casualty to the game. No one, not one witness to their escape could remain alive. No one needed to live to tell the story of how they had evaded the law. A black, tinted, Escalade pulled up directly in front of them with two Arab men in dark suits inside.
    Zyir instantly reached in his waistline, but Carter grabbed his wrist, halting him. “They’re allies,” he informed. “Polo arranged for us to hideout in Saudi Arabia. We’ll be safe there.”
    â€œThe Middle East? That’s not an easy move bro. We don’t have friends there. We don’t speak the language. This is the plan?” Monroe protested unsurely.
    â€œYour father,” Carter paused. “Our father, had friends there. He put in work that is protecting us today. We will be well taken care of. It’s our only play right now, unless you have a better idea. We can’t stay in Bermuda. The Caribbean will be the first place that the Feds look. Its too predictable.”
    â€œThe way you’re talking we ain’t never going back,” Zyir interjected solemnly. “My lady is in Miami. You have a new baby in Miami? Li’l nephew is there . . .”
    â€œWhat about family?” Monroe finished for Zyir. Zyir shook his head unsurely.
    â€œI’m not going to leave her unprotected fam. You talking about letting them think we’re dead,” Zyir stated. The thought of never seeing Breeze’s face again, or hearing the sweet tone of her voice sickened him. He knew what his “death” would do to her. She would crumble.
    Carter sighed in frustration. “Look. I would like to move as a unit but we’re all grown men. I’m going to Saudi, but if this is where the road separates for the three of us I understand. I’m not worried about Miamor. I know her. She is more than capable of holding things down while I’m away. Until I can get word to her that we are safe the girls will just have to go through the pain of our loss. Eyes are on them right now anyway. Their grief will make it look real.”
    If Zyir could think of any other solution he would have offered it. The situation was just bad from all angles. Zyir may not like the plan but he trusted Carter with his life. It was time for loyalty to kick in. Everybody in the crew couldn’t be chief. It was