by Kelly, Marie
“This is my only warning, leave my daughter alone Surge or you will have me to deal with. This was a social visit; me asking man to man but the next time you see my face, it won’t be.”
I looked him in the eyes and saw that he meant that shit, but I was good with that!
“Cool.” I shrugged and his top lip curled up in disgust.
“And this is me giving you one chance to walk your old ass up out of my office but you won’t get that chance again. I will see you.” And that was my threat that I meant.
Fuck what I was saying before, the nigga was coming for me and I was going to do what I should have done in the beginning!
At least it won’t fuck with my conscience too much because he came to me.
Kevin chuckled and nodded his head.
“I will see you real soon, Surge. Enjoy your time with my daughter.”
“Don’t worry I will.” I grabbed my dick and winked at him.
The nigga was black as fuck but his face flushed red making me chuckle.
He watched my face as he backed out of my office and slammed the door behind him.
Sorry Dior, but he’s dead!
Detective Kevin Alfred
“Motherfucker!” I gritted and banged my steering wheel when I climbed into my car. I sped away with anger soaring through my veins.
I hated that motherfucker like it was no joke and just like I told him, I only stopped because of Dior.
Part of it was because I saw it in her eyes, she would tell everybody how I became a detective, so yeah I was saving my ass too. But I knew deep down inside that my daughter didn’t know what she was saying.
That nigga and his family had her brainwashed. She was too blind to see that they were poison and the scum that cost me my son’s life.
They even had her believing that I was the reason why Dean died but I knew that I wasn’t. I did what I had to do for my family—to make sure that they ate and had a roof over their heads—so I knew my son understood that. I knew in my heart that he did!
Dior was hurt, in mourning for my son and confused, but I was going to set her free. I knew that I couldn’t go down the official route of a cop to take those brothers down, so I was going to do the next best thing.
“I tried to warn that nigga, so it was out of my hands now.” I spoke out loud to myself.
Honestly, Dior was the only reason why I tried to warn him away from her. I knew she wouldn’t understand if I just killed him, but this way she would see that I tried.
The nigga was going down and he wasn’t going to drag my daughter down with him. He took one child away from me and I would rather die than allow him to take another away from me.
I’m doing this to save you, Dior. I thought as I headed for my destination.
Something inside of me told me that punk ass motherfucker wasn’t going to walk away so easily, so I had a contingency plan already in motion.
To be honest, I was gonna kill him either way.
Dior was a beautiful girl—I knew that and so did Surge. I knew no matter what he wouldn’t be able to stay away from my daughter.
Bile tried to spew out of my mouth at the thought of that nigga fucking my damn daughter! The way he grabbed his dick and licked his lips let me know that he had been having his way with my angel.
“He definitely needed to die for that!”
That was the total disrespect.
I seethed the whole drive to Philly and when I arrived, I quickly rushed inside.
“Trojan!” I yelled my best friend’s name before I had fully finished walking into the house.
“In here, Kevin.”
His voice came from the den so I made my way there.
When I stepped inside, it broke my heart to see my best friend looking so fucking stressed out. It was like he had aged by ten years.
He and I were the same age—with me being only six months older—but right now, my best friend looked years older.
His once salt and pepper sprinkled hair was now almost all white—and his beard too. His eyes were yellow, indicating he probably hadn’t slept in weeks and he had lost some weight too.
My best friend looked like Djimon Hounsou—with the same dark chocolate complexion and build—he just had a low Caesar cut and wasn’t bald like Djimon. The nigga even sounded like him when he spoke.
A thick cloud of smoke enveloped his head as he blew out the cigar smoke. His eyes looked up at me and then he sighed.
“Those motherfuckers need to go, Kevin. They ran up in two traps and killed my boys,” He said and I gritted on my back teeth.
“They are getting out of hand!”
I took a seat next to Trojan, grabbed one of the many bottles of liquor he had on his table and took it to the head.
“I take it that little nigga didn’t agree?” He asked with his eyes on me and I nodded while I swallowed the liquid in my mouth.
“How the fuck did your daughter end up with that nigga in the first place?”
“Fuck if I know, Trojan!”
He looked at me and his eyes said it all.
“She wouldn’t Trojan. Plus how the fuck would she even know I was after them like that?”
“Nigga, I don’t know! All I know is, those motherfuckers came fucking with me and now one of them is fucking your daughter! How is that a coincidence?”
I slammed the bottle down on the table and glared at him.
“First of all, don’t ever talk about that nigga fucking my damn daughter!” I knew that shit—he practically told me more than once that he was indeed fucking my daughter—I just didn’t want to be constantly reminded of that shit.
“And secondly, what reason would Dior have for fucking with our enemy?”
I honestly believed it was just bad fucking luck that my daughter ended up with that nigga. But I damn sure didn’t believe she set that shit up.
“Maybe because she doesn’t fucking like me!” Trojan yelled back at me and I sighed.
Truth is, my daughter couldn’t stand her god father.
Once upon a time, he was the only other hero in her life aside from me. She loved her uncle almost as much as she loved me.
They had a bond and it only grew once Trojan had his daughter, Gia. The girls became the best of friends when they hit fourteen and shit was good.
That all changed when somehow, Dior found out that I was dirty and using my job to help Trojan take over New Jersey. She started hating him and chose not to deal with him anymore. She blamed him for the things I was doing.
I would find out about other kingpins, take them down and hand the empire over to Trojan. With one hand, I was locking up these kingpins and using that to further my career and with the other, I was benefitting from helping Trojan. Nobody knew what was going on except Dior—not even my wife. She didn’t find out until years later. Mavis threatened to leave me and take my kids away from New Jersey out of fear that if someone found out, they would come for us. I didn’t want to lose my family, so I moved them to Brooklyn, New York for a fresh start.
That’s what I told my wife, but I still had my hand in Trojan’s empire. And then I came across the Ramsey men. When I tell y’all the thought of locking even one of those niggas up made my dick hard, I meant that shit. They were the ultimate jackpot and I knew taking them down would lead me to becoming a Captain or some shit. I wanted to be that cop before I retired and knew I would get that with one of those niggas.
I started looking into them until I found out that they were a different type of kingpin—they were untouchable.
When I couldn’t get at them officially, I sent Trojan after them unofficially but not even my best friend could take them.
So, I left them alone even though it killed me to do that. But all that changed when my son died. His death ignited something inside of me and I wanted them to burn for his death.
The day a chance to take them out landed in my lap, I knew it was God. I just didn’t know the price I would have to pay for that—and that was Dior b
eing with that nigga!
“She does like you, Trojan. She’s just mad.”
He scoffed. “Nigga, she walks past me like she doesn’t know me! She fucks with Gia but not me, so don’t lie to me! And that shit only got worse after my nephew died.”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my hands down my face as I sighed.
“How is my goddaughter doing?” I asked him and he sighed.
It had been a long time since I saw my niece. I knew that she saw Dior often, I just hadn’t seen her lately.
“She’s good; as far as I know. She doesn’t really fuck with me like that, but she will talk to me if I call her ass a thousand times.”
Gia and Dior were definitely best friends! They were both stubborn as fuck!
“She’s still mad that I won’t give up the streets.” Trojan angrily chuckled and I nodded.
My boy had been fucking up New Jersey since our daughters were damn toddlers and I didn’t see him stopping any time soon.
“Is she still working in a bank?”
Trojan took another long pull on his cigar and shook his head no.
“Nah, she left to be a fucking vet!”
“Damn.”
“Do you think Gia knows what’s going on?” I asked, and Trojan laughed.
“You do know they tell each other everything right? There’s no way she doesn’t know. That’s probably why she’s acting funny as fuck with me. I made her move to one of my buildings in Manhattan and she’s mad.”
“Why did you make her move?”
“BECAUSE OF THOSE NIGGAS!” He hollered. “Fuck!”
He was so stressed out that he lit another cigar and started sucking on that like it was life itself.
“I heard you stopped your investigation,” He said and simpered.
“That’s what I came here to talk to you about.”
That got his attention, because he put the cigar down and turned his eyes to me.
“I’m listening.”
“Dior threatened to tell them all about the shit we did.”
His eyes widened and he went to say something but I stopped him.
“It’s that nigga, T. That motherfucker has her brainwashed and that’s why he has to go—all of them. Unofficially.”
We kept eye contact.
He knew exactly what I meant by unofficially. There had been a few niggas that we took out to save our asses, so he wasn’t new to all of this.
“I’m so fucking glad to hear that because I want those nigga’s heads! I want to retire knowing that they’re dead—fuck getting locked up—I need them six feet under.”
“Me too.”
“So, how we gonna do this? And what about Dior?”
“I’m doing this for Dior!”
Trojan put a hand on my shoulder and I calmed down a little.
“I already know Gia is gonna blame me for this shit but oh fucking well. I definitely need them all dead before one of those motherfuckers end up fucking my damn daughter too.”
I looked at his ass sideways and he smiled.
“My bad.”
“What’s your plan?”
“I have one favor and I’m about to cash that in.”
Dior liked to believe that I was the only dirty cop around, but half of my department had their hands in some bullshit. And my Captain was one of them.
The motherfucker had an issue with prostitutes—he couldn’t stay away from them.
One night, someone reported seeing a woman getting fucked in an alley, I arrived to find my damn Captain was the nigga involved.
He offered me everything under the sun not to let it be known it was him and since I didn’t know when I would need his help, I told him I wouldn’t say shit for a favor in return.
I guess now was time to call in that favor.
“I will ask my Captain to turn a blind eye to the brothers going missing,” I said and Trojan smiled.
“Whatever it is, I’m in!”
We dapped each other up and he handed me a cigar.
“For now, stay in Philly until I set some shit up. I’m gonna have some people following them until I come up with a plan.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Trojan’s phone buzzed and danced across the table where the drinks were sitting.
“Who’s that?” I asked after he picked it up and looked at it.
“Some nigga called Bully. He approached one of my boys—apparently we have an enemy in common.”
That made my ears perk up and a smile cover my face.
“Let’s go see what he’s talking about. More motherfuckers could never hurt.” I smirked and Trojan smirked right back at me.
He taped away on his phone and I lit my cigar satisfied that all this bullshit would finally be over.
I was doing this for my kids—especially Dior. I knew that she would hate me in the end, but as long as she didn’t end up with that motherfucker, I was ready to take whatever.
I’m sorry Dior but this is for your own good.
Kanada Alton
My heart was truly broken—it was a pain I had never experienced before-—but who could I blame but myself?
There were so many times I wanted to tell Alvaro the truth and I didn’t. Every time I thought about telling him, my nerves would stop me. Thoughts of him walking away from me, kept me from telling him the truth but he still ended up doing that anyway.
I saw the look in his eyes—he meant it—he was done with me.
If I had any hope, that left when I walked out of his room and he didn’t come after me. I had heard him shout fuck and I stood there for a few seconds just praying to God that he would come out of his room for me.
But a few seconds turned into minutes, and he hadn’t come out.
And even after I walked away back to my room, I still had hope that he would come to me. But the joke was on me because he never did.
I cried myself stupid for days after.
Ma even tried to talk to him for me, but she said he shut that shit down.
So now, I had no choice but to get myself together and try to get over him. Living in the same house as him didn’t help and it had me thinking about leaving. But not just his house, the whole State!
Sounded drastic I know but you imagine walking around seeing the man you love, the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, and not being able to have him. To see him ignore you like you were not even there.
It killed me and I would much rather not see Alvaro than have to deal with him acting like I wasn’t there.
We were now back to how it used to be when I first moved into his house—he spoke to everyone except me.
The only thing I was grateful for was that he still dealt with TJ and he still allowed him to call him Dad. However, he made sure to tell Ma to remind me that I needed to contact Terrence.
Talking to Terrence or seeing him, was the last damn thing I wanted to do but Alvaro was right. I needed to deal with why he was in New York—and that’s why I was standing on the other side of his hotel door.
I would rather put glass in my eyes than be here, but I didn’t want him turning up at Alvaro’s house again looking for me. I had brought enough drama to their house!
The door opened and when it did I was faced with the devil himself. His eyes lit up to see my face but mine instantly rolled.
“Kanada, it’s good to see you,” He said with a smile and stepped away from the door.
It’s good to see me? I thought and scoffed at the lies that were already slipping from his lips.
Still, knowing I needed to get this over with, I walked into the room and he closed the door behind me.
“Please, come and sit down.” He offered walking in front of me and I followed.
My eyes searched the room as I took a seat.
When I finished taking in my surroundings, my eyes landed back on Terrence and he was sitting there watching me with a smile on his face.
“You look good.” He started and I didn’t answer him.
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br /> I sat watching his face and the only thing I could think was what the fuck was I smoking to be with this nigga or find his ass remotely attractive?
I guess the lens of love fall from your eyes when you break up with someone because there was a time when Terrence was the most beautiful man I laid eyes on. That was until I met Alvaro. He made Terrence look average.
I guess the lens was clear with Alvaro because he’s still fine!
Terrence cleared his throat pulling me from my thoughts of Alvaro that I was trying so hard to control.
“Why are you here, Terrence and why did you tell Alvaro that you came here for TJ?”
If this nigga thought he was taking my son, he had another thing coming!
“Nigga, you didn’t even want your son when I was with you!” I yelled at him and he threw his hands up in surrender.
“Whoa, slow down. I didn’t tell that nigga that.”
I frowned and then rolled my eyes at his lies because I knew Alvaro had no reason to lie about that.
“Whatever Terrence. Now, why are you here and how did you even know where to find us? You didn’t try to contact me once after you kicked me out, and now you’re here? Why?”
“Kanada, baby calm down okay. I made a mistake baby, and I’m sorry. I came back for you.” Terrence said and tried to reach for my hand but I pushed his hand away.
“Don’t touch me! And why the hell are you here for me when you have your precious Lela?”
“Man, fuck that bitch!”
His sudden outburst surprised me because when he kicked me out, I was that bitch.
Terrence sighed and ran a hand down his face.
“She wasn’t who I thought she was.” He explained but that wasn’t good enough for me.
“How so? And don’t lie to me, Terrence.”
I folded my arms across my chest and waited for him to tell me what was really going on.
“The bitch was only fucking with me for money. As soon as that shit started drying up after you left, she did too!”
“And what about your kids?”
It still burned me to this day knowing he had kids with Lela and that I used to watch them not knowing. That shit did something to me even though I was done with him.