Page 23 of Bodyguard My Heart
“You ain’t seen me calling you for the last six hours, Samara!” Royale shouted from the background. The phone must have been on speaker. “We in the middle of a damn war and you pull this stunt. You don’t care about your damn life.”
Samara rolled her eyes and folded her arms as Royale scolded her like he was her damn daddy. I understood his anger. This wasn’t the time for no damn impromptu road trip.
“What were you thinking, Samara?” I questioned.
“Demetrius needs to heal not run our father’s stupid cartel. Y’all weren't listening.”
“That’s not yo’ decision to make, though,” I said.
“Last time I checked, I was your wife.”
“Oh, now you my wife? Last time I checked you didn’t want that title, Samara.”
She didn’t say anything else... Just sat there rolling her eyes. I wanted to chew her out, but I couldn’t bring myself to kick her while she was already down.
“Where was we going for real? Bristol City couldn’t have been your plan.”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged.
“How the hell you gon’ kidnap a nigga and not know where you taking me?”
“Fuck you!” She tossed up her middle finger.
“Nah, I’m good on that,” I teased her. I watched her roll her eyes from the rearview mirror as she exited the car to pump the gas. This damn girl was truly my heart and my fucking headache. I ain’t know what to do with her sometimes.
“We’re headed back now, Polo.” I turned my attention back to the conversation at hand. Samara’s little stunt had taken upenough valuable time. We needed to ship the women off to Mexico and get to work tracking down Grant.
“Hold that thought. Shit actually a little hectic here.”
“What you mean, nigga?
“We found Grant dead, and word on the street is it was us who sent the hit in retaliation for you. On top of that, our shipment was hit. Everybody at the containment facility is gone,” Polo explained. My head spun. What the fuck was happening right now? My head throbbed as I tried to piece it all together. I came up dry. None of these rival gangs had the manpower or the resources to pull off such a move. The containment unit that was hit was hidden. Only members of the cartel knew about it. It had me thinking that this was somebody on the inside.
“It was an inside job.”
“We already know, but we can’t pinpoint who,” Polo said. “Ro closing the clinic for three weeks or until we can get this shit figured out. Samara had the right idea.”
“’Cause I’m a genius. Where’s Aliza and Becca?” Samara climbed back into the car.
“We’re here!” they both called.
“Contessa too. We don’t want to risk it,” Polo confirmed.
“Aye, add Fabian to this call. We need to all be on the same page.”
The line grew silent, and Samara dropped her head. I could feel it before anything was even said.
“He gone, ain’t he?” I questioned.
“Yeah, there was too much bleeding on his brain, bruh. I’m sorry,” Polo informed me.
My chest felt like a thousand big booty bitches sat on it. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t process what he was saying.
“Why y’all ain’t tell me!” I slammed my hand against the car door. “Fuck! Why y’all ain’t tell me!”
“We wanted you to get out of the hospital first, bruh. I know this one is hard.” Polo tried to comfort me. He was right. This one was hard. I was the reason Fabian was over here. I’d convinced him to come to the States. I’d involved him in this fucked up ass cartel shit, and now he was gone. I didn’t cry often. I could count that shit on one hand, but this was heavy. I could feel the tears rolling down my face.
“The plan is to lay low until we find out who the fuck sent the hit. Leave the country if need be.” Polo’s voice echoed through the car. Business didn’t stop ’cause a nigga was mourning. This was how this cartel shit went.