“No,” Breeze protested as she pushed the woman off of her violently. She ran away from the scene and found an empty cot near the safety site. She collapsed as she tore open the fruit and sucked the juices from the inside. She resembled an animal as she ate ravenously, keeping her eyes up as she guarded the only meal she had received in days.

Her heart tore in half when she saw a little girl eyeing her desperately. Breeze knew that her soul had disappeared when she shouted, “What the hell are you looking at? I don’t have anything for you!”

It was then that she realized that Ma’tee really had turned her soul black. Before landing in his company, she had been selfless and giving. Even amongst the worst of predicaments Breeze had always maintained a good heart.

Guilt plagued her as she looked down at the three other pieces of fruit she had stolen. “Here,” she said to the small child as she held out an orange for the girl. The little girl’s eyes lit up as she thankfully took the fruit.

They sat eating the meager meal together as if it would be their last. Breeze did not know what her next move would be. Waiting would be like torture, but she had no other choice. She didn’t know if she was waiting to live or waiting to die; she only hoped that a resolution would eventually come.

Chapter Three

“The connect ain’t fucking with us because we got that federal eye in the sky on us.”

– Zyir

Mecca sat back in the large meeting room of the Diamond family mansion. Pretty soon it would belong to someone else. Mecca had put the beautiful property up for sale. It was too hot, and now it was time to rebuild the Diamond legacy somewhere else. Everything had been cleared out except for this one room.