“The cartel is not going to support you through no war over a girl!” “Last I checked, Pop, that wasn’t your decision,” I said before hanging up the phone. I didn’t have anything else to discuss with my father. He was still controlling the cartel, but Meechie was the acting boss. He didn’t need my father’s approval. He took his orders out of respect, not obligation. “Yo’ wars are my wars, bro.” Meechie turned to face me as he pulled out of the Iris estate. “Is that what he wants?”
