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“You built something those boys were willing to die for.”

“I should’ve listened.”

“Yes, you should have.”

“And you’re the one who pulled the trigger on Q?” Pops asked, looking at me.

“I did. He admitted it was his men that blocked the road off. I mean, you read the text messages.”

“Shameek told me he killed Q.”

Another fuckling like from Shameek’s mouth.

“Anybody who had a hand in killing my husband is dead.”

“And what happens now?”

“This ends. The whole distribution.”

“You don’t run shit.”

“Shit, neither does Shameek now.”

“You think killing him gives you control over what generation of this family built?”

“No, I think Rah dying trying to get away from it should’ve been enough for all of y’all to understand it wasn’t worth it.”

“You know damn well that’s not how the streets work.”

“All you want is more money, power, and respect. And now look where that got you. Both of your sons are dead.”

His eyes finally watered. The truth was ugly, and I hated that it had to come to this. Pops wiped his hand down his face.

“You said earlier that you were carrying the next King legacy. Why are you drinking?”

“Because I don’t know if I want to keep it or not.”

“Did Meek know?”

“Nope. That would’ve only clouded my decision. I almost didn’t do it as is.”

“Do you plan on going to the police?”

I had two bodies on me. If I went to the police, it was only going to land me in jail.

“I don’t know yet. Just know there are plenty of copies out there if you plan on doing anything to me.”

“Kyenna, I will never. Had I known Shameek killed Rah, I probably would have killed that nigga myself. I’m angry as fuck though.”

“I understand.”

“I might be angry at you for a long fucking time.”

“I can live with that too.”

“You really thought you were going to shoot your way out of this house?” He asked.

“If I had to.”