“That nigga ain’t my fuckin’ brother, he’s just another hating ass disloyal nigga…That I’m gon’ have to kill one day.”
Luca said this to himself at least once or twice a day. He mourned Kentrell in his own dark way then later taught himself not to hate him but to act as if the nigga didn’t exist to him. Luca told himself that he didn’t need a brother. Blood had made them related, but it hadn’t made them bonded. Luca started to understand that forcing a connection where none existed only taught him to abandon himself.
He accepted it but acceptance didn’t mean forgiveness. It meant release. Luca at first, began to grow inward instead of outward. He learned to love himself with the same devotion he had once given Kentrell. He learned to harden where he had been soft. He guarded the parts of himself that was rejected.
Since Kentrell was no longer his brother in his mind, Luca became his own protector, witness, and foundation outside of his mother and father. He spent a lot of days alone when the rest of the Bonetti’s were busy until he met Roy, who served as a better brother than Kentrell could had ever been.
Chapter 7
The Twins…Cain & Abel
Luca’s Maybach stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of the Food 4 Less parking lot. Him and Roy sat behind the tinted windows over on the Southside of L.A with the engine idled low. Luca sat behind the wheel, mind anything but calm.
Roy shifted in the passenger seat, glancing out the window then back over at Luca over and over. Silence pressed at Roy hard. He had a strong urge to run off at the mouth about La’Nova’s camper that was parked behind them. Roy was confused and wanted answers about what was really going on. He met up with Luca to get Kentrell’s twin boys out of the parking lot. Instead of doing just that, La’Nova’s camper was far away from House of Angels.
Luca knew the questions that had Roy bouncing his right leg repeatedly. He found it comical that Roy went this long without asking a million questions about La’Nova’s camper. He was surprised about his own actions but was smitten and anxious to lay eyes on La’Nova again, which would be after he got the twins.
He could still smell her essence on his top lip, his full beard was still moist and saturated with her juices. He could feelthe pulse of her tight pussy around his two digits and how it clamped down tightly around him when he finger-fucked her. Luca tucked La’Nova into bed after she passed out then ordered one of his men to drive her camper behind his Maybach.
Roy finally exhaled dramatically.
“You gon’ tell me why La’Nova’s camper behind us or I got to guess the shit?” Roy finally gave in and spoke on the obvious.
Before Luca could lift his hands to respond, his eyes locked on two small figures near the entrance of the store. The twins suddenly appeared. Both were fraternal but close enough to mistake at a glance. They both had the same tired eyes and hollow cheeks that were sunken in. Both of their postures looked like they were in defense mode, but if you studied them closely you could see a sad longing in their eyes. From a distance, Luca could see that his twin nephews carried an aura like they were forced to grow up fast. Realizing that the twins had such a hard life at their tender ages wounded Luca at his core.
Dontrell was the best father that Luca could ever ask for. While Kentrell wanted to be grown and walk in his father’s shoes, Luca actually got to enjoy his childhood besides the traumatic experience he dealt with. Luca played with toys, ran in mud. He made friends along the way and did all the things a eight-year-old boy should be doing.
Cain and Abel stood shoulder to shoulder in the cold night air. Raggedy hoodies hung loose on their thin frames covering their heads. Their jeans sagged low on their hips with no belts. Luca’s pain for them turned into anger the longer he gazed out at the boys. Their shoes were worn down with mismatched shoelaces. And in both of their hands were candy boxes made out of cardboard that was held together with duct tape.
Luca cracked both windows enough to hear them if they spoke. They walked down the middle of the parking lot bobbing their little heads to no music with their eyes scanning the lot. A light skin woman exited the store. She was short and curvy and walked with her head down in her phone with two grocery bags in her free hand.
“You wanna talk shit? You wanna run ya mouth? You want some gangstas front yo mutha fuckin’ house? We’ll set this bitch off, set this bitch off! We’ll set this bitch off! Set this bitch off!” Cain rapped Boosie’s ‘Set It Off’ lyrics.
He grabbed his crotch as his twin brother Abel did a little two step then stopped when his eyes landed on the short curvy lady that sped walk to the side of them. Abel nudged his brother, and Cain’s relaxed face balled into a tight scowl.
“Aye baby, come buy some of this damn candy! You said you was gon’ cop some when you first walked in the grocery store!” Cain yelled out to her.
“Yeah, talking ’bout you gotta get cash back, now you tryna avoid us,” Abel said, loud enough to stop her in her tracks.
The curvy lady stopped walking and turned on the balls of her feet with an attitude.
“I ain’t got shit for you little bums! Disrespectful little niggas need to go home and get the fuck up out of this parking lot begging folks for their hard-earned money. I see you niggas every other day!” She snapped her neck with each word she spoke, not caring that they were underage boys.
“Bitch I’ll rob yo hoe ass!” Cain dropped the candy box and pulled his gun from his waist.
Abel’s eyes grew wide. He eyed the Snicker bars and M&M’s, secretly hoping none of the candy got broken up from the hard fall. It took him and his twin two days to load up on all the stolen candy. They ran out of several stores with lots of candy to sell.
“Oh, he’s his daddy’s child for real.” Roy shook his head then grabbed the handle to the door.
“I thought Mr. Bonetti gave them some money…. That momma must have took that shit.” Roy shook his head in disbelief.
The last thing he wanted to do today was deal with some bad ass snotty-nosed kids. Before things went left, he was ready to get out and snatch the twins up. Luca shook his head no as he continued to watch the interaction.
“Chill the fuck out, Cain; let her go. She not obligated to give us shit!” Abel yelled at his brother.
He forced Cain to lower his gun. Abel regretted even getting Cain’s attention about the curvy woman walking briskly trying to avoid them. Truth was, both twins were tired as hell tonight. They hadn’t eaten all day, plus both of them came up short today. None of them made more than eight dollars. Cain told Abel that if their candy boxes looked like a school funded box, people would probably buy them out.
They weren’t in school, so they did the best that they could. Abel was the brains while Cain was the short-tempered, impatient twin.
