He walked out the door, and I burst into tears. Truth hurts like a bitch. I couldn’t put up a fight, nor could I tell his punk ass to come back with my kids. Like I said, it probably served me as a huge blessing.
Chapter 10
Glen
Everyone was going to die. I was going to come back full fledge and get the revenge I needed. I was fucked up about a lot of shit, but one thing I had to do was become a better me. That would actually have to start with these damn kids. I didn’t know what to do with them, but it had been over a week and a half since I took them from their raggedy ass momma.
I had never seen all three of them so happy. To be honest, they kept my mind occupied from losing a woman that I loved my whole damn life. I knew I did her wrong, but she did me cold and, the more and more I thought about her ass being far gone from me with this nigga King had me sick. It was just some shit as a man your mind couldn’t take. One of them was my shorty fucking the next nigga like she fucked me. I couldn’t stomach the thought of the next nigga being able to feel how tight and moist that shit was between her thighs. The very thought made me want to kill them both. I needed to kick back off of King because that day at my warehouse, he had totally caught me slipping and spared my life. Why he spared my life was fucked up, but I was glad he did.
After Layloni shot me, I ducked off for a couple days until my uncle called me, telling me that a drop was supposed to be coming through at the warehouse. I had my men, as well as his, on high alert when I arrived. Putting my feelings to the side, I was just happy that my uncle was actually fucking with me and giving me a chance. Since my dad was gone, I had him to look up to and make proud. That’s the main thing that had mattered to me. It was why I went so hard in the streets to begin with.
I went straight up to my office and kicked back and went over shit that had happened within a weeks’ worth of time. I kept replaying the scene of Layloni shooting me and the look of pain and anger that resided in those beautiful eyes of hers. I wish I could turn back the hands of time and maybe did shit different. Honestly, a nigga like me ain’t know how to treat a woman like her. But, I knew she was mine.
I thought so hard, my mind went back to Shadonna’s hoe ass as well. I felt like our kids didn’t deserve the shit she put them through. I blame her for them not receiving a mother’s love, but I also blamed myself for not being there and hiding my two shorties because of Layloni. My father was never that type of man. He was always there for me and always showered me with affection and fatherly love as much as he could until his dying day.
I was so far in my thoughts, I was slipping. Not once did I turn and acknowledge all the security cameras that I had to the left of me. In fact, my dumb ass turned it off and focused only on my thoughts, and that was a great mistake. Soon as I put my blunt out inside the ashtray, I heard a big boom that caused me to jump and grab my pistol that I had sitting on my desk. The next big boom caused me to realize that whoever was in the warehouse was trying to break into my office door. The shipment had to be clear; I was just waiting on my men to scale everything and make sure it all was there. I ducked under mydesk, as the hinges of the door flew everywhere. King walked in with a crooked smile on his face with six armed men behind him.
“Get your ass up and sit in the chair. It’s time we have a talk.” He chucked his head.
King nodded to his men, then fully stepped inside the room with his gun still in his hand. He tiltedd his head, looking at me with amusement.
“Put that baby pistol up nigga. Your life is in my hands.” He smirked sinisterly.
I stood with the gun shaking in my hands, not really knowing what it was I was going to do. I knew my uncle didn’t want him dead, he said that shit out of his own mouth. In my head, I thought about how he murdered my dad with no remorse. He was so cold with it; he delivered my dad’s body to us with a smiley face.
“You gone kill me any fucking way nigga! Just like you killed my pops!” I hated myself in the moment I was working with too many emotions.
“What the fuck was Troy thinking leaving a nigga like you in charge?” He frowned in disgust. “I could have been killed you, G. But you’re honestly not my focus, your just a fucking pawn. I’m gone tell you this one last time, put the fucking gun down and have a seat.”
He gestured his hand towards my chair, and I did what I was told like a got damn fool.
“Good boy.” He chuckled sinisterly. “First, let me say I’m not fucking Layloni… one day I will, just no time soon. I don’t fuck on broken hearted pussy… I came here to give you closure.” His lips stretched into a tight smile. “I know how the pain feels to lose a father, G. Them niggas you go so hard for… my uncle and your uncle, as well as Carlos? Were the same niggas my father went hard for.”
He took a seat and got comfortable, he lit a cigar then inhaled deeply. “Them same niggas smiled in my fucking face every single day. The worse betrayal is when it’s from mutha fuckas you love. After you experience that type of pain like you’re about to, then you could probably understand why I keep my fucking foot on them niggas’ necks until I kill every last one. Including your uncle, but maybe you can make my job easier since I’m deciding not to kill you. Kill Troy and I’ll let you get a pass to stay out here in the south untouched.”
I looked at him like he lost his fucking mind, I stared him down hard. What he was asking was something I’d never do. “Why the fuck would I kill my own damn uncle nigga?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You really are an idiotic nigga. You’re killing him for closure. You’re killing him because he killed your father, Glen. Then, he took you… raised you… told you he loved you as a son and then, the whole time… your father’s blood is on his fucking hands! Right in your got damn face!”
I hopped up to my feet with my heart racing. Anger thumped through me; I knew he had to be fucking with my head. He sat comfortable and just stared at me blankly. No evidence of emotion on his face. He looked like a demon. We were discussing my father’s death and it had me on edge, ready to lose my self restraint and say fuck it all.
“You a got damn lie! How dare you say some foul shit!”
King stood to his feet with a crooked smile.
“Look at you...” He taunted. “Looking like a bitch… you want to cry so bad cause you know what the fuck I’m saying is real. That shit hurt like a motha fucka, don’t it?”
Whatever pride I had left wouldn’t let me buckle in front of this nigga. I refused to. We all had our own demons to fight and face, this was considered another one.
“I’ll leave it up to you though, G… to finish putting all the pieces to the puzzle. As bad as I want to kill Troy bitch ass, I won’t… if you got a little gangsta in you, you would kill him yourself.”
He turned to walk out the door with ease. I had the capability to blow this nigga’s brain out with one clear shot to the head. Reality wouldn’t let me. Before he walked completely out of sight, he turned around one last time to look me in the eyes and, for some reason, every word he said made perfect sense in a sick, fucked up way.
“That shock and pain mixed with hurt you’re feeling… is the same feeling you gave Layloni. It’s gone probably take a while for her to recover. I just know it’s gone turn her into a hellava woman. It just sucks I have to wait to see how she blossoms. I was gone break your jaw for breaking her… but with two million dollars missing from this warehouse plus the dope, I felt like that was enough and better than breaking your shit in. Your world is about to be flipped upside down. People like us can’t turn to God and beg for mercy, just remember that shit. Stay the fuck up out my way and I expect Troy dead within two weeks, tops. So make whatever amends you need. I have Prince to worry about.”
And just that quick, he was gone, leaving me sitting looking as stupid as ever. They said the tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn but, right now, I didn’t want to face none of it.
“Uncle G, can I go see my mom today?”
