La Bella Mafia by Ashley & JaQuavis

wanted a comment, an interview; even Time Magazine had offered her money for a sit down. Street fame was turning into actual fame for Breeze; she wanted none of it however. The only thing Breeze craved at the moment was Zyir. Loneliness consumed her days while the only companionship she had at night was grief. Leena and Miamor were lucky. They had the seeds of the men they loved to cultivate. Even in Carter and Monroe’s absence, the children they left behind provided comfort. Breeze was alone. Breeze was not a mother. She had no piece of Zyir, besides her memories and even those weren’t enough. She wanted her man. She was skeptical about his well-being. A part of her didn’t believe that he was alive, but Miamor seemed so sure that it kept a tiny spark of hope blazing in Breeze’s chest. Breeze was the weakest link but she hid it well. Sunglasses were a permanent veil to cover her red, puffy, eyes. Her expensive clothes distracted the masses from her hunched shoulders. She disguised her burden well because she made sure she was always put together right. It was how her mother, Taryn had raised her. “You have to always be a bad bitch.” It was words she had lived by her entire life, but in the absence of all the people who had sworn to be her protectors, they never rang more true. The hired goon stood suited in Italian threads while concealing American metal in his holster. His six foot five inch frame pushed the reporters out of the way as she trailed him into the building to meet the federal prosecutor.
    â€œMs. Diamond, how does it feel to be the last member of The Cartel standing?”
    â€œIs it true that your family is responsible for seventy percent of the murders in Dade County?”
    â€œMs. Diamond can you comment on the mysterious plane crash that killed your brothers and live-in boyfriend?”
    Breeze kept her head low as she held onto the back of her bodyguard’s shirt. The thirsty media was so focused on breaking open the story of the largest crime family in the South and they were relentless in their tactics. Relief came as she stepped inside of the rotating doors.
    â€œWait here for me,” she instructed.
    The average person would have been shaken by a request to meet with the law, but Breeze was fully prepared. She had a pit on a chain in the form of her attorney, Rosenberg and like a loyal dog ready to bark he stood waiting for her in the lobby. He had represented the family for years, dating back to Big Carter and Polo. He knew of their dealings intimately and had protected them from persecution for a few decades. He had attended family barbecues, holidays, and birthday parties. Breeze felt completely safe in his care.
    â€œBreeze, how are you?” he asked as he greeted her with a firm handshake.
    â€œI’d be better if I didn’t have to be here. What is this about?” she asked as they made their way to the elevators.
    â€œThis is a fishing expedition,” Rosenberg replied. “You can let me do all the talking. That’s what you pay me the big bucks for.” He gave her a wink and she smiled, feeling relaxed as she followed one of her father’s oldest friends into the lion’s den.
    Rosenberg led her directly into the office of Daniel Broome, the P.A. assigned to take down her family. Her internal alarm immediately went up.
    â€œRosenberg, I didn’t realize you would be joining us,” Broome said.
    The two guests took a seat without being asked and Breeze folded her legs, making herself comfortable.
    â€œYou should know better by now Daniel,” Rosenberg replied, showing disrespect by using his first name.
    Daniel Broome was an American bread golden boy. Son of a senator and an ivy-league grad, he came out of law school with a readymade position. He had assisted on many cases, including the original case that the Feds had brought against Carter Diamond. When they didn’t convict, Broome had a hard-on for The