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Mirko+CARTER

     Niecy Maraè




                    THE   P R O L O U G E

                     

                      2004

                                         

   

    "That's mine!" Carter shouted as he pointed his finger at the jet black 2004 Ford Mustang that drove by. Mirko and him was sitting on top of a roof of an abandoned garage, looking down into the cities traffic, the sun dipped right under the horizon and the sky had a beautiful tangerine glow with a mix of metallic gold and they were doing what they did often, playing a good ol game of "That's My Car."

     It was well past their curfew, but Mirko insisted they slip out of the house while no one was paying attention.

      "Man.... Mustangs are trash!" Mirko exclaimed. "It's a slow ass car."

      Carter sucked his teeth and turned his head towards Mirko. "Then what's faster than it?"

      "An Camaro, it's way faster."

        "Yeah... yeah...yeah. For Christmas I'm asking for a PS2, what you asking for?"'Questioned Carter.

   But, Mirko failed to answer, because the number one thing that he wanted back was gone. "I just want my mom back."

       A year ago Mirko's mother Tawanda died from brain cancer, her and Carter's mother Kamille has been best friends before the two of them were even thought of and saying they were born around the same time they grew up with each other based off of their mother's friendship. When Tawanda passed Camille and Carter's father Woody stepped up and adopted Mirko, so in the boys mind it made them brothers.

        "Well you have my mom." Carter said, attempting to cheer him up, but it didn't work.

          "That's not the same. I wished she left me a little brother or something..."

          "I am brother."

           "Your not my blood brother though."

      Stillness came over them once again, Mirko pulled at his shoe strings as he thought about his mom, Carter reached into his pocket and pulled out the thin box cutter he was playing with a little earlier and looked at his finger and suddenly he poked his finger until it bled, nothing but a little spot came out and he   grabbed Mirko's finger and did the same thing.

     "Ow! What you do that for?"

    Carter placed his finger on Mirko's, making there blood touch. "You're my blood brother now."

   

CHAPTER I. B L O O D

PRESENT DAY

"Huh, I just want to do a lot of drugs!

Send him runnin' to the trap, don't give a fuck if he ain't hood!

Everybody know a nigga keep that Draco with that wood!

That motherfucker keep goin' like the lil' engine that could!" Sada Baby's LLYG Mista harshly played through the big studio speakers causing everybody in the beach house to get amped up to the point that they were screaming out the lyrics. Mirko was upstairs  with his brother Carter, and their girfriends with a few other people in the small den that was clouded with weed smoke, they enjoyed the rotation and watched everyone downstairs be as hype as they wanted to be, this weekend was called for a big celebration because Mirko finally was off of probation after 3 years, so it was only right for them to fly out to Miami from Chicago with their closest friends and rent a beach house for the weekend.

     "So how that freedom feelin' nigga?" Carter asked Mirko as he passed him the blunt, Mirko took it and exhaled.

      "Shit... I'm just glad that it's over."

      "I feel you, now that you off we can finally go out of the county and make something shake." Carter said.

       "I hear that." Amber, Mirko's girlfriend added as she played in his head.

     Mirko sat up and took a hard hit of the blunt and held the smoke in for about 10 seconds before inhaling causing his voice to be raspy once he spoke. "We should go to the Bahamas or Puerto Rico."

       Giselle, Carter's girl gives a suggestion. "Or the Dominican Republic."

       "Yo C?!" Someone shouted for Carter from the other side of room. "What's up with that dice game downstairs!"

       "Oh we bout to get that shit started right now! And we got cards for spades." He yells back then looks at Mirko. "Let's go down here and whoop some ass in Dice."

      Mirko gets up and puts out the blunt and while they are both about to head down the stairs, Amber speaks. "Well me and Zell about to go?"

      "Where y'all about to go?" Mirko asked with a raised eyebrow.

        "We just gonna have a little bit of girl time we'll meet y'all back at the hotel later." She responded and both of the girls proceeded to leave and the guys started to head down stairs.

     An hour had went by and all of the dudes were downstairs gambling in different sections of the room making a ton of noise, some were rolling dice as if they were on the street, while others were playing pool, Mirko and Carter was at the table playing spades.

           "Yeah nigga, that's another book. Run me that mothafucking money!" Mirko said out of excitement from winning and getting lucky, winning bets.

       Juice, who was losing the most money sucked his teeth and went into his pocket and pulled out more cash. "Bitch ass nigga." He mumbled under his breath.

         "Juice, ya pockets ain't hurting over there are they?" Carter asked jokingly, and everyone chuckled.

          Juice continued to mumble under his breath and his girl friend Shantinique was sitting next to him, clinging on his arm. "Baby it's not even that serious. Stop getting so mad, it's just a game, damn."

          "Why don't you mind your fucking business?" He said to her sternly but in a low tone, it was loud enough for everyone to hear. Mirko held his blunt in between his lips while observing Juice's behavior, he wasn't even cool with Juice on a friend ship level, he only tolerated him because he was Carter's nigga but if he had it his way the nigga wouldn't even be apart of their circle.

      "Man stop bitchin' and play the game." Mirko spoke up, fed up with his shit.

      Carter nudged him. "Bruh chill."

       "Yeah you need to listen to your brother." Juice mugged him.

      Mirko gave him a dirty look and before everyone at the table could blink he was standing with his strap pointed at Juices head.

         "What you gotta say now nigga?"

    Juice rose up and slapped the gun out of Mirko hand not phased at all and the both of them stared each other down like there was no tomorrow.

      Carter stepped in to try to prevent anything violent from helping. "Yo y'all need to—"but before he could even fully get his sentence out Mirko striked Juice with a punch and the whole room went crazy as the two started brawling, knocking things over and all. "Man y'all need to chill, we came here to have a good time, not to do all this bullsh—"

      It made Carter frustrated when shit got like this, he just wished that his brother would leave people alone and things wouldn't even escalate to another level. The fight was broken up and Juice was carried out of the room and Carter picked the gun up from the floor and ambushed Mirko into the corner. "Man! Why you always gotta start some shit dog, that's not fucking cool!"

       "Man fuck all that, I told you I wasn't cool with that nigga! Stop fuckin with him he always on some bitch shit! Why you invite him anyway?"

        "Does that shit even matter, yo' ass just got off of probation and you already pistol whipping niggas? What the fuck?!"

     Mirko then came to his senses after being reminded about his probation but he was still furious. "Man you know that nigga always be cutting up!"

        "Mirk! That shit don't even matter! Let niggas cut up then. You act so fucking stupid sometimes man! That shit don't matter!"

         "Yes it do! Why you so quick to take another nigga side over yo brother!"

        Carter snacked his lips. "You sound stupid! Just stop nigga! Matter of fact give me your other strap?"

    "Give you my other strap? What you mean?"Mirko tried to play stupid, but his brother knew his antics all too well, knowing that he kept two straps on his waistline at a time, he took it and walked away frustrated and Mirko shook his head, and faced the wall.

          After a few minutes of trying to redeem his self, a soft voice caught his attention. "You good?" He turned around to be face with Shantinique, he exhaled deeply. "I'm good, why you ain't comforting ya ol bitch ass man." He questioned her and she rolled her eyes annoyed.

     "Cause I know he be tripping and be in the wrong half of the time."

    He rubbed his face and smirked. Hoes ain't loyal for shit, he thought to him self, saying that he pulled out a whole gun on this man and here she was up in his face afterwards, but apart of him could understand off of the fact of how Juice treated his girl. Mirk, thought she was pretty hot, only standing about 5'0, slim shape but round in the places needed with an almond complexion and pretty smile to go along with it. For a minute he wasn't going to feed into her but then he thought about using her for an opportunity, he leaned in and whispered something slick in her ear.

     Meanwhile,  Carter was sitting in the car with Juice and 15 minutes had gone by.

        "I get what you sayin Bruh, but ya brother be on some looney shit, like look at the shit he just pulled. Man if he wasn't your fam I would've pulled my glock out too, like who the fuck do he think he is?"

      "I understand, trust me I do. But I need you to just try to ignore that shit we came out to have a good time, that's all I'm tryna say. I'm sorry bout that."

     Juice nodded his head and dapped Carter up. "It's all good, you just need to watch him. That's crazy."

     "I get it, let's go ahead and go back in here."

     Juice exited the car and before Carter did the same he put his brothers guns in the glove department and made a entrance back into the house, Carter looked around for Mirko to try to get him and Juice to make up but he couldn't seem to sight him anywhere. He asked a lot of guest about Mirko's whereabouts but didn't get an answer, he went to Derek who was in the kitchen making drinks. "Yo man, you seen Mirk?"

      "Yeah I think that nigga upstairs."

  Carter took that direction and made his way up there, when he reached the top of the stairs he heard a girl moaning loudly.

      "Ah! Ah! Yes daddy right there, don't stop!" The moans grew more and more, he slightly opened the door and seen Mirko giving Juice's girl the business.

     "Oh shit." He said under his breath before closing the door back softly, he leaned against the wall and look to the ceiling.

        Why does this nigga have to be so fucking stupid.

    In his mind he already knew that Mirko was being spiteful, just to get back at Juice and the last thing he wanted was for another fight to break out and some shit to pop off again so he decided to keep this to his self, he inhaled deeply and started jogging down the stairs but was met up by Juice who was coming up the stairs.

    "Yo, yo, where you goin'?" He questioned in a weak voice, getting very anxious.

      "To see if Shantinique up here... what the upstairs restricted or something?"

     "Aww... nah. I just um— I ain't see her up here, may— maybe you should check down stairs in the basement."

     "I did, she wasn't down there." Juice responded and quickly got silent when he recognize that someone was moaning and that led him to bust out laughing. "Damn who in there getting it wet?"

    "Shit... I don't even know but let's go down here and fuck with that dice game." Carter said attempting to get Juice back down the steps but it just didn't work.

    "Nah I wanna see who it is!" He swiftly walked passed Carter and went to the door, and Carter got to the door before him and grabbed hold of the knob while Juice was in the middle of reaching for it.

      "Man what you doing? Let me see.." He whispered.

    "Nah nigga, let who ever it is have they privacy."

    But it was too late Juice opened the door and was outraged with what he was seeing, his woman was on top of another man and just not some other man but a man who just pulled a gun out on him!

     "What the fuck!" He roared, both Mirko and Shantinique looked back at him in shock.

     Damn! Carter cursed in his head, he stepped in front of the door and closed it, Juice started to pace up and down the hallway.

     "I can't believe this bitch man!" He said out loud and tried to keep from punching the wall.

       "Just calm down." Carter instructed.

       "How and the fuck do I calm down after your bitch ass brother just—- ahhhh!" He yelled and begin breathing hard, before you knew it both Mirko and Shantinique casually came out the room dressed, as if nothing even happened. Juice snatched up Shantinique and held her against the wall. "Really bitch! This how you fucking feel?"

    Mirko pushed him off her. "Man leave her the fuck alone, she done with your weak ass!"

     "Nigga don't fucking touch me!" Juice punched him directly in face and that caused Mirko to black out and wrap his arms around his next and pick his feet from off the ground, strangling him, it didn't take much for Juices face to turn black and blue.

      "Yo, Mirk! Put him down man you gon kill him!"

     "Mirko please!" Shantinique pleaded, adding on.

     "You really think you can fuck with me huh?" Mirko asked of Juice, he really wanted to kill him but knew it wasn't the right thing to do so he let him go, dropping him to the ground, and then he turned to Carter. "Get this nigga and his bitch out of here,I did what I did and  I don't want to see his ass no more." He calmly said, then started to walk back down the stairs.

   Carter turned to Juice and Shantinique and his life flashed above his eyes.

       "Juice, don't do this!" Shantinique called out before as he aimed the gun towards Mirko who turned to see the action but ran once he realized what was going on, with Carter following behind him. The both of them ran through the house, causing everyone to stop in there tracks and see what all the fuss was about and when everyone seen the gun they started spreading like ants.

    They reached the outside but was stopped. "Stop fucking running before I blast!" Juice threatened, they both stopped and Carter stood in front of his brother, protecting him.

    "Look Juice, I know it's fucked up what he did. But you don't even have to do this man, it ain't worth it."

    "Yeah man, not over no bitch." Mirko added, trying to say anything that would keep him from being killed.

      "This ain't about no bitch, this is about respect." He raised the gun higher.

     Carter stepped in front of his brother, guarding him.  Mirko was shocked that his brother was putting his life on the line for him and tried to move him but Carter stood still, not budging.

     "Carter this ain't even got shit to do with you, you can go back inside. I ain't gon fuck with you." Juice assured to him.

     "Nigga if you gon shoot my brother, you gon have to shoot me first." He made it very clear.

      Both Juice and Carter looked each other in the eyes, Mirko looked up to sky, sweating bullets and tried to focus on praying in his head, he didn't want anything to happen to him or his brother, but started to repent just Incase.

    Suddenly, the gun went off.

      Crack! Crack! Crack!

CHAPTER II.

QUESTIONABLE

Crack! Crack! Crack!

  After Juice shot the gun, he looked at his weapon and then at the brothers, stunned at what he just did, he scolded him self for being so stupid because the situation wasn't even that serious, he let his anger get the best of him.

  Knowing the outcome, he ran into his car and fled the scene and sped off so quickly that his tires screeched.

   Meanwhile, everybody at the party screamed in horror to the point no one knew what to do.

       "Call the ambulance! They shot! Call the ambulance!" Someone from the crowd screamed.

    Mirko was hit in his left thigh and shoulder, he instantly staggered to the ground and  used his free hand to hold on to the wound in his shoulder and cried out of agony, this was his first time being shot and he was in so much pain and in shock that he didn't even notice that Carter was lying on the ground beside him, not speaking, just staring up at the dark blue sky with blood leaking out of his mouth and from his clothes.

    Mirko came back to reality and the way he crawled to his brother you would think that he was wounded him self. "Carti?! Carti?!" He called out for him, as he used the rest of the strength he had left to pull him up on his lap, and he put pressure on his thigh just by doing that.

     "Don't do this man!" Tears swelled up in his eyes and he pressed his forehead against his. "Stay with me, a'ight?! Yo! Call the ambulance!" He told the few people that was approaching them, frantic and most of them started crying for Carter not knowing if this would be the last time that they saw him.

    "We did, they on their way!"

"Why you do that huh?!" He asked Carter, not angry at his brother for jumping in front of the bullet but angry at him self for putting Carter's life at risk as well.

       Carter stared in Mirko eyes. "D—don't let— I don't want— to die" He said barely above a whisper.

      "I ain't gon' let you go! I promise." He sniffled.

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