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of the one that sent Robyn to the death chamber. “You know this is how Robyn got caught up. We aren’t bigger than the law.”
    Miamor’s gaze toughened. “We are the law Aries. You’re a Murder Mama. This suburban neighborhood with manicured lawns got you confused ma? Anybody can get it. Niggas, bitches, children . . . white, black, fucking purple. I will do anything to bring my man home.”
    â€œYeah but you’re not Mia. You’re asking me to and I just can’t. I’m out of the life,” Aries protested firmly.
    â€œMaybe but this certainly isn’t living Aries,” Miamor’s tone softened as she sympathized with her friend. “You have to be lonely here. You have no family, no friends . . . just you and your son. Come back to Miami with me. I want to be a part of your son’s life. I want you to be an aunt to mine. We are the last two standing,” Miamor said genuinely.
    â€œMiami is Cartel territory Miamor. You can forgive and forget because you love the nigga that’s in charge of it, but I still remember. I remember the war. The beef . . .”
    â€œThey are good people,” Miamor interrupted. “And I need you there. Carter’s half way across the world and he won’t ever come home unless I make it happen. I need you to help me get this case off his back.”
    Aries shook her head. “Nah, Miamor. That’s your problem, not mine. I’m not ever coming back to Miami.”
    Miamor wanted to press the issue but out of respect she didn’t. They had done a lot of dirt together and it wasn’t Miamor’s right to push Aries into re-entering the life. “Okay,” she said. She stood to her feet thinking that there was nothing left to say. Miamor needed Aries, but she did not blame her for declining the proposition. Aries was loyal, she always had been; Miamor knew that it would not be easy to get her to change how she felt about The Cartel. Love had caused Miamor to become soft, but Aries was still Aries and she would forever throw the middle finger to the organization who killed Anisa. It was just the way that she was built.
    Miamor began to walk toward the door but was halted by the sound of her name. “Mia . . . you want to at least meet your nephew before you leave?” Before Miamor could answer the whistle of the teapot erupted in the air. Aries went to the stove poured two cups as steam drifted from the spout. She handed one to Miamor. “Come on,” she said. Miamor followed Aries up to the little boy’s room and when they opened the door they found him fast asleep on his bed.
    â€œYou don’t have to wake him,” Miamor said. She walked over to the bed and knelt over the small child. “Auntie loves you.” She planted a kiss on his forehead.
    â€œHis name is Tre,” Aries said.
    Miamor stood and went into her clutch. She removed a piece of paper and pen. “Take care of yourself Aries. I am so proud of you. If you ever need anything just call me.” She wrote down her number and address before handing it to Aries.
    â€œThanks for coming by Mia,” Aries responded. She took the paper but they both knew that she would never use it. She was shutting the door on her past life and silently Miamor wished that she could do the same.
    â€œI love you Murder Mama,” Aries whispered sadly.
    Miamor closed her eyes for a moment and thought back to when they all were together; there had been five of them at a point in time. She was flooded with instant grief at the fact that three of them were no longer breathing. Did I lead us here? Are their deaths my fault? She thought. It was a burden that she would always carry on her shoulders. The loss of her sisters weighed heavily on her conscience. “I love you too Aries. Always.” Miamor opened the door.
    â€œMia . . .”
    Miamor turned around to Aries.
    â€œDon’t try to kill the P.A. or the judge or