Murder Mamas
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He wrestled with Aries, but she was relentless and more cold-blooded than ever. She gripped his shoulder with one hand as she jabbed her gun into his gut with the other.
POP! POP! POP!
Case folded like a lawn chair as lead filled his abdomen.
“Wait. Please, I don’t want to die,” Case stated as he watched Aries’ back as she turned to leave.
Her nostrils flared as she heard his dying words. Aries detested men like Case; they were weak. Case had ended so many lives, ruined so many futures with his reign of terror over L.A.’s streets. Now when it was his time to meet with the Grim Reaper, he was bitching up, begging for mercy.
Aries walked back over to Case and blew his brains out of his head. His body fell limply to the floor as Aries walked away without looking back.
Macy swept the floors of the empty elementary school. It was 3:00 A.M. and he was about to clock out from his second shift job. Macy had come a long way from the lavish life. Because he was such a recognizable political figure it had been hard for him to find a new place to call home. His face had been plastered on the national news for weeks so he was forced into seclusion in the countryside of North Dakota. It was a lonely life, but it was a free life and he would do anything to ensure that it stayed that way. He purchased a small home and maintained it with his janitorial job at the local school. It was a far fall from grace but an adjustment that he was willing to make to maintain control over his own life. Macy wasn’t built for the system so running was his only option. He clocked out after a long day’s work and drove his Chevy Silverado truck home.
Macy wished that he had someone to come home to. Years of being in love with Fatima had spoiled him. There was nothing like having a wife to tend to his needs and despite all the treachery that had crept into their relationship, he still thought of her from time to time. If he could take back that fateful night that he had murdered Boomer, he would. Their relationship had been solid until he had done the unthinkable. Fatima had meant the world to him and when he heard of her death he had grieved heavily. He had no family, no friends. It was only Macy and the lifetime of regret that he was filled with. Macy was a man seeking redemption, but he had yet to find it, and until he did, he forever felt the empty hole in his chest where his heart used to be.
He put his key in the door and stepped inside. He was greeted by the warm colors of his comfortable living room. Exhausted, he removed his shirt and went into his bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror, noticing his full, scruffy five o’clock shadow. Macy chuckled to himself because he had always been clean cut. The new look appeared odd to him, making him feel like a completely different person.
Macy turned on the water and splashed water on his face. When he came back up, all color left his face at the face in the mirror behind him.
Aries stood unflinchingly cold, with a gun pointed at the back of his head.
“You came after me,” he stated as he continued to rub the soap into his beard.
“Because of you I’m a widow,” she replied.
“No, because of you you’re a widow. You knew the consequences of your actions and you also knew that one day you would meet your match. I’m sorry that you had to experience such pain, but I’m not to blame for it. Case is. He’s the one who you should be killing.”
Aries pulled back the hammer of the gun.
CLICK!
All she had to do was pull the trigger.
“I did that already.”
Macy looked at her in shock, revealing his true emotions to her for the first time.
“Then what is this about?” he asked.
“I always finish the job,” she replied.
As he stared into the eyes of a killer, he had no choice but to respect her. She was thorough, and even though she had the power to end his life, he was fascinated by her. He held up his hands in defeat. “I played the game and lost. Now it’s time to pay up. Do what you have to do, ma. Just business, right?”
Aries placed her gun directly against Macy’s forehead and her trigger finger itched. For the first time in her entire career as a murder-for-hire, she hesitated. She gritted her teeth and ice-grilled Macy as they stared at one another. For some reason, Macy sparked something inside of Aries ... something good.
“Aghh!” she yelled as she withdrew her weapon. “I’m not going to kill you—today. I can’t guarantee that I’ll feel this way tomorrow or the next day or the day after that, but today you get to keep your life. As you can see, I can touch you. Anywhere you go, I can get to you. You will live every day thinking if it is the day a Murder Mama is coming for you.”
Aries walked out of the house feeling as if she had just taken the first step toward beginning a new life.
Aries hurried into her hotel room and smiled when she saw her son’s sleeping face. She was grateful to God for sparing Tre. Although Prince had paid the ultimate price for her sins, her son had been safely tucked away in the panic room before Case ever knew he was home. After everything that she had been through, she had made it through. She looked at the luggage that sat next to the door. She had only come to town to tie up loose ends with Macy, but she no longer felt the need to end more lives. She was pretty sure that she and Macy had an understanding, and that was good enough for her. Enough blood had been shed. The Murder Mamas had taken a lot of wins, but had also experienced some heart-shattering losses.
“We are out of here first thing tomorrow, baby boy. You and I are going to live happily ever after. We have a new life to begin living,” she whispered as she admired his innocent face.
As she went to the door, she locked it and then rubbed the tattoo on the back of her wrist. She remembered the day that she and her girls had pledged their allegiance to the game and gotten them inked on. That seemed like so long ago. Who would’ve ever thought that I’d be the last one standing? she thought.
“Beatrice ... Anisa ... Miamor ... Robyn. Rest in peace, Mamas! I love you bitches forever, but it’s time to let it go.” A single tear slid down her face, because there had been so many good times. She would miss them every day, and because of the lessons they had taught her, she would value every breath that she took. She would live life to the fullest on behalf of them all. “R.I.P., ladies. I’ll never forget you.”
The Murder Mamas are no more
but...
The Cartel 4 is coming.
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