“You let her take the fall because you wanted to marry Shayla for access to bigger drugs. That’s why she is doing life. But I’m fighting to get her out. I know everything.” My voice dropped lower. “You think I’ve been moving blind all these years?”
My father stared at me.
Probably trying to find control again.
He couldn’t.
Not anymore.
“So here’s what’s gonna happen,” I said. “You stepping down. You handing everything over to me.”
Still nothing.
I cocked the gun.
“Or…”
My eyes flicked briefly toward Madam Laveau.
Then back to him.
“I’ll tell the family what she did to me, then kill both of you.”
The threat hung in the air like smoke.
Real.
Final.
The room stayed silent.
Because everybody knew…
This wasn’t a bluff.
This was the moment everything changed.
My father looked at me with a mouth full of blood with his guard down, “It’s yours, and I’m sorry for what Shayla did to you.”
I didn’t respond to his apology. He was lying. He knew what she was doing, even if he wasn’t around. I remembered it as clear as day, him finally walking in and seeing her violate me.
Now, he was handing the empire over easily tonight, but I knew he was going to be a problem until I killed him. But for now, I needed the nigga alive until he gave me keys and contracts to everything…
$$$$$
We hit the highway fast.
LA lights stretching out in front of us.
Cars moving like the world didn’t just change.
I kept my eyes on the road.
Hands tight on the wheel, gun back in my lap where it belonged.
I was trying to stay in control.
But Ares spoke.
