Hood Misfits, Volume 4
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He had also taken down the men who had threatened his family, so who were his real enemies now? Yeah, my mom was of that lineage too but she was nothing but an African Queen who wanted her sons to have a life not part of the crime world. So that left what? A nigga who stepped into the Kulu lineage as a spy who was intent on now taking me out because of some shit he allowed? Then another nigga, a man who called himself my grandfather, who wanted Drew and me to turn into his pawns and continue the game?
Shit, Caltrone knew my hand in a sense. Knew I didn’t trust him for shit, but what showed for me was that he really didn’t know shit about who I was or my upbringing; same for Drew. What the adults were not factoring in was that they had dropped us kids into this game and just assumed we’d take on their fight and mantel. They all spit that shit that they had no agenda but, thanks to two men, both my grandfathers, we all were nothing but pieces in the overall game of control. Fuck that shit! The bullshit those two men were building was the reason why Lu’s first wife was now dead and left as a pretty bloody gift at my other grandfather, Aaron’s, door.
Watching the streams of soapy water travel down the planes of my naked body, the chants of my teammates brought me back to reality. We had a party to get to, one where I knew my family was at waiting on me. I was moving into my kingdom and had to play the role. I now had all of Atlanta loving me again, and I could also continue hamming it up as if I did not have blood on my hands.
It took only an hour to get fresh. I stood decked out in suave attire with my mother, Andrew, and Bianca at my side. From the shadows of the curtains behind me, my mother took the hand of the man I realized she had fallen in love with, and it made me proud in some way. She walked around as if she owned the place. To me she really did. So did Drew and Bianca.
Behind me was the rest of my true family: the Misfits. With Bianca’s hand in mine, she kept me focused and also commanded the room with the backless dress she sported, while my mind calculated its game. Even though my real blood came from a long line of Orlandos, and although I once thought I was created out of evil, out of a sick man’s obsession, I realized, no: Drew and I were created for another reason. To avenge the life taken from us kids.
So what was the best way to go into the gates of hell without a direct key? Be born into it. So I stood watching over everyone realizing that there was a whole bunch of so-called kings in this shit, but no fucking rulers, except those behind me and on the side of me, and I was going to enjoy ruling them all.
I headed to the bottom of the stairs, where my bodyguard Dragon and his wife stood waiting. The plans that led us here exceeded Micah’s expectations. He had set us on this path of destruction and now Pandora’s box was wide open. We saw Tino mixing and dipping amid various actors, actresses, and musicians flooding the massive manor. He would be our ears under Bianca’s control. I noticed that Drew was shielding a little girl with matching eyes and a devious smirk on her pretty face, our niece. She then skipped away with a box Drew had given her. My baby brother then made his way to Caltrone with Dragon following. In the glimpse of my peripheral, I saw the blur of a kid with locs holding the hand of a pretty brown beauty with killer eyes as he took her to the dance floor.
Following them was my best friend, a gentle giant who could kill without even dropping a smile. With him was another pretty beauty with a madness that matched the multiethnic male who stalked behind them. This life was ours and the game had moved to the next level. We all moved from being players, and now it was time to make this world ours.
Micah really should have left me alone. I guessed he understood that now as he burned in hell, but now it was time for both of my grandfathers to learn the same. You don’t fuck with true family, good or bad, and I was both ENGA and DOA. It was time for us young cats to take over and then Caltrone and Agent Aaron Banks would bow down to us or lose their lives.
The End
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