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Zyir’s turn to take the back seat so that anarchy didn’t divide them.
    â€œI’m with you my nigga,” Zyir conceded.
    Carter turned to Monroe. “What about you? We’ve got another flight to catch. What’s it going to be?”
    Since Monroe’s return he had been the rebellious soul. Carter half expected him to buck against him once again. Instead Monroe nodded. “I’m with you bro.”
    Good. Carter opened the back door of the truck and climbed inside. Zyir and Monroe piled in behind him. “By this time tomorrow we will be half way around the world.”
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    Breeze’s heart felt frozen. A plane crash. The moment she had heard those words her heart had stopped beating inside of her chest. It was like the blood refused to flow through her veins. Her fingertips were ice cold, her eyes void of emotion, and her mind blank. How could this have happened? Zyir, Carter, and Monroe were three of Miami’s most powerful men and they had been killed. Not by a bullet, a war, a rival or even a cop . . . but by a mechanical error on a private plane. She sat still, staring out of the window as the chauffeured Benz truck pulled up to the church. It was the same church that her father’s funeral had been held in. Now here she was years later, burying not only the love of her life, but her brothers as well. She rode alone. It was how she preferred it. Since hearing of the tragedy she had wanted no one around her. She needed time. Space. Silence. She and Zyir had been beefing before he fled town. Their last words had been hostile ones and it was a regret that she would live with for the rest of her life. What had once felt like not enough time, now felt like too much. With Zyir by her side it seemed like life was not long enough to love him, to be with him. She had wanted a couple of forevers to bask in the joy he gave her. Now with him gone, she didn’t want to go on another day, another year . . . let alone a lifetime without him. She was beginning to think that her family was cursed. No one she knew, no one with whom she shared blood had ever lived without looking over their shoulders. She was the last one standing. The only Diamond left of her generation. A heavy burden had been placed on her shoulders and she could feel it weighing her down already. As the driver sat silently in the front seat, waiting for her command to open her door she sighed deeply. Once she stepped out of the car all eyes would be trained on her. News cameras, the ghetto grapevine, friends, foes . . . they would all be awaiting her reaction. She had been young when her father had been murdered. She hadn’t known the rules. Now she was well versed in the ways of the underworld. She remembered how strong her mother had been during her father’s funeral and she vowed to be that strong today. If she was going to do that however, she needed to get it all out now because there was no way she was going to let the world see her cry. She cleared her throat. “Please lift the partition,” she instructed. The driver nodded and as soon as Breeze saw the dark glass slide up her soul bled through as a gut wrenching cry came over her.
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    Leena held Carter Junior in her arms as Monroe’s heir rested his curly head in her lap. Her red-rimmed eyes cloudy as she sniffled slightly. She wasn’t ready for this day. Burying Monroe. It was too soon. Life was not supposed to come to this. She had done this routine before and he had promised her that she would never have to see him lying in a casket again. She couldn’t help but be mad that he had broken their pact. She hadn’t bothered to put on make-up. She knew that her sorrows would do nothing but wash the charade of happiness away. She was shaken to her core. Her baby, their baby was left without a father and Leena didn’t know if she could do this alone. She had gone through a lot being first Mecca’s, then