by Kelly, Marie
A laugh erupted when I thought about how my pops was going to react after finding out that Surge’s bitch was the detective’s daughter. That was some shit I didn’t want to miss!
My eyes moved from the road to my phone when I got a message back.
B crew: Ur da boss.
I smirked at his response, lit my blunt, and drove the rest of the way to my condo with a smile on my face before I took my happy ass to bed.
“Uhhhh shittttt!” I groaned lowly in my sleep as I was pulled from my slumber by a warm sensation wrapped around my dick.
I peeled my eyes open to see my love sucking my dick like it had the cure to every disease or could solve world hunger.
“Damn, baby, shit!” I grabbed the back of her head and started to hump her face.
She looked up at me and smiled around my dick. I gripped a handful of her hair, closed my eyes and continued to thrust into her warm mouth until I finally came. I quickly opened my eyes to watch her swallow—which was my favorite part.
“Damn, baby, you just gonna come surprise me and wake me up like that?” I chuckled when she smiled widely at me.
“Yes, because you deserve it.”
I extended a hand to her, and she grabbed, it letting me pull her over to me.
“That’s why you’re my queen. And I have some good news for you.”
Her eyes lit up, and I sat up to tell her about tonight.
“Surge has been fucking with that detective’s daughter.”
Just like I did when I heard, my love’s mouth opened as she sat there stuck. I simply nodded to confirm what I had said.
“Oh my god.”
“Yep.” I chuckled.
“And Wrath is about to fuck more shit up by going to war with Trojan and getting rid of that detective. I guess I didn’t need Bully’s help after all because my brothers are about to self-destruct all on their own. And when they do, my pops will be begging me to take over.”
“Oh Guns! I’m soooo happy! We can be together sooner. I’m so tired of pretending that I’m happy with him,” she said, and then dropped her head.
I used my hand to lift her head up by her chin and said, “I know, and I’m tired of seeing y’all together.”
Christmas dinner at Wrath’s was fucking torture. It killed me to see my love sitting there with her dude and not by my side. Everything inside was telling me to put a stop to that shit, but I knew I would only make matters worse. When I revealed who my love was, it was going to be done at the right time when I was King.
And thanks to Wrath and Surge, it looked like that was going to happen sooner than later.
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
Two Days Later
The last forty-eight hours had been the hardest hours of my fucking life! Shit was beyond fucked up, and I felt like a headless chicken—not knowing which way to turn.
To say I had fucked up was a damn understatement! The shit I did was indescribable, and had that been a worker, I knew Wrath would have killed their asses for fucking up. Shit was bad as fuck, and it had me paranoid and thinking motherfuckers were looking at me sideways. Shit, even I was looking at myself sideways.
Like, how could I not know?
Dior had told me her last name too many times, and I still didn’t make the damn connection. I knew that punk ass detective was Alfred, and I missed it! Me? Someone who was usually always on the fucking ball, damn well dropped it with Dior.
Something about her had been pulling me in, and all that kept going through my mind was—was it all a damn lie? Had I lost myself in an illusion? In something that was never real to begin with?
Was Dior manipulating me? Was I supposed to be the nigga she set up but ended up falling for instead? Or was she just pretending the whole fucking time?
I lifted the bottle of Henny to my lips and took a big ass mouthful before moving it from my lips and wiping them with my black sweater. My eyes were heavy and low as they looked around the dark room that I had been sitting in for almost an hour. Just sitting there drifting in and out of thoughts, trying to figure out how I slipped up the way I had.
Gritting on my back teeth, I shook my head at myself and took another big mouthful. As I swallowed, I put the bottle down on the floor by my feet and pulled my knife from my ankle holster.
Standing to my feet, I took slow, meaningful strides toward the bed, and when I reached the top of it, I took my knife and ran it along her neck, envisioning seeing the skin slowly split open and blood ease out.
She must have felt the sensation of the blade running along the sensitive layer of her skin because her eyes fluttered open, and she stared up at me—eyes wide with fear.
“J-Jashawn.”
“Don’t call my name, Dior,” I said through tight lips.
She moved her hand to place on mine, and I stopped her by shaking my head.
“Don’t touch me.”
I was angry, hurt, felt betrayed, confused and lost, but I knew that I hated her. I hated her for allowing me to fall for her lies, for blinding me and making a fool out of me. I hated her because as I stood there looking into her eyes, I knew that I also still had feelings for her.
The fuck is wrong with me? The bitch played me, she should die!
For the past hour, I had been fighting this internal battle since I broke into her apartment as she slept. And when I pulled my knife, I knew that I had finally made my decision to end her life. But now that I had the knife against her neck—where I could easily end her existence in seconds—I froze. I was conflicted and second guessing myself.
Now that her eyes—that I had grown accustomed to seeing all the time—were glued on my face, everything I was so sure about only seconds ago had gone away.
Do it! Do it! I willed myself, and my hand shook.
“Jashawn, please.”
“Don’t talk to me! You played me, Dior, and set me up! You have me looking like a fuck up in front of my family, my workers!”
“Jashawn, I never played you. I would never do anything like that to you. I care about you, Jashawn.”
“YOU’RE LYING!”
Dior’s eyes widened and then watered, but I didn’t give a fuck about all of that. Once upon a time, seeing even a frown on her face would have me ready to fuck some people up just to see it turn into a smile. But not now.
Now, she was a manipulator, a liar and a snake who was about to die at my hands.
“You set me up! And I know you were feeding your pops information about me, Dior. You were playing me from the beginning! Probably saved my ass just to fuck with me and set me up!”
Taking me by surprise, Dior jumped up in her bed and pushed me in the chest.
“I would never do anything like that, Jashawn! I had no idea my dad was on your case like that, because if I knew, I would have told you!”
“Bullshit!”
She scoffed and shook her head at me.
“Oh, I guess I set it up for you to climb into my car that night too, Jashawn?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but I had nothing to say because she had me stuck.
Dior may have been feeding her pops information about me, but how would she have set it up that out of all the cars in New York, I climbed into hers? How could she have known that Popeye and Sly were going to try to kill me? What would have happened if I didn’t go with them that night? Or I got away into my car instead of running? Or if my family hadn’t been out of town and came for me?
So many other things could have happened that night instead of me ending up with her. How did she control that?
Okay, she has a point, but that doesn’t mean shit to me!
Just as I opened my mouth, Dior cut me off.
“And if I was setting you up, Jashawn, would I have taken you to my damn parents’ house to meet them? For you to see my dad? I had no idea! How could you blame me for that?”
Her voice broke and then she looked away from me.
“Jashawn, it would have made no sense to expose who my f
ather was if I was helping him.”
I hadn’t thought about that, but now that she had said it, it did have me thinking.
Usually, when someone was setting you up, they never revealed their hand until the end of the game. Why would Dior do that now? How was she supposed to continue whatever she was doing with her pops after I found out they were related?
Shit, she’s got me stuck again.
If I wasn’t confused before, what she said had made it worse. I almost pulled away from her when she picked up my hand and placed it on her heart.
“Jashawn, I would never do anything to hurt you. I promise you that. Please, Jashawn, you know me, and I would never ever do something like that to you.”
The whole time she spoke, Dior didn’t take her eyes off me. She allowed her eyes to penetrate deeply into mine, and it did nothing but start that battle in my heart again.
I was surrounded by confusion from every angle, but there was one thing I was sure about, and that was Dior.
Sighing, I pulled my hand away from her and rubbed it down my face.
Wrath would kill me if he even knew that I was second guessing killing Dior now, but I couldn’t ignore the facts that were staring me in the face.
When I turned around that night and her pops saw my face, I could see the genuine shock in his eyes and anger at knowing that I was fucking his daughter. And I could see from Dior’s eyes that she didn’t know what was going on. If Dior was feeding her dad information about me, why would he have looked so shocked to see me? Wouldn’t he be expecting to see me?
“Ahhhhh!” I growled and dropped on the edge of the bed.
“Shawn,” Dior called out to me, and I put my hand up to stop her.
“Give me a minute.”
I told Wrath that I would take care of Dior and her pops, so I knew that he was expecting me to deliver, but how could I?
Fuck. This will be the second time I fucked up!
I rubbed a hand over my head again and chuckled at myself. I was fucking up once again.
Standing to my feet, I turned to look at Dior.
“I need some time, Dior. Don’t call me, okay?”
Her mouth dropped for a second before she fixed her face and nodded at me.
Sucking my teeth at the dumb shit I was doing, I put my knife back and went to walk out of her bedroom when she stopped me.
“What about my dad, Jashawn?”
I turned to look at her but didn’t answer, letting her know that I was going to kill him.
“Please, Jashawn, let me talk to him. I can show him that you’re not who he thinks you are,” she begged, and I chuckled.
“But, I am, Dior. I’m exactly who he thinks I am.”
“And you are so much more than that too. Please, just give me a chance.”
The last thing I wanted to do was give that motherfucker another day to walk this earth, but a part of me didn’t want to do that to Dior.
“Fine, but if he continues…” I didn’t have to finish that sentence for her to get what I meant.
A quick head nod from her let me know she fully understood what I was saying.
We stood staring at each other for a few seconds, and from her eyes, I knew that she wanted me to go over to her, but I just couldn’t. Not right now I couldn’t.
“I will call you, Dior,” I said quickly and then disappeared out of her room and apartment.
I climbed into my car and just sat there staring out of the window. My cell receiving a message broke my trance, and I pulled it from my pocket and saw that Wrath had messaged me.
Wrath: What’s the word?
I rubbed a hand over my mouth and quickly texted him back.
Me: I’m dealing with it.
Wrath: Good!
After reading his response, I looked up at Dior’s apartment building and prayed that I wasn’t making a mistake.
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
The Next Night
“We found them sitting outside of another trap, Wrath,” Pac explained as I looked at the two niggas who were tied up on chairs.
After Trojan hit our trap, I put the word out that there was a price on his head and had my boys looking for him. But it was like after the night we saw him in his car at the stop light, he had gone back into hiding. The nigga went from being seen everywhere to going ghost. I had even put word out for my boys to get at his daughter to lure him out, but that nigga had already took her out of state or something because she hadn’t been at her job in weeks.
He was probably bringing her out of town that night! I thought as I continued to stare at the men who were looking up at me like I wasn’t shit.
I would have preferred to have Trojan’s old ass sitting in one of those chairs—I had been dreaming about killing the fuck nigga for some time now, but I would settle for these two motherfuckers.
“So, y’all thought you could hit up another trap? Where the fuck is Trojan?” I asked, and the two men looked up at me.
“Fuck you, nigga! You thought we weren’t going to get you back?”
I frowned.
“The fuck are you talking about? Y’all violated first!”
From the time my dad ran the streets, Trojan didn’t fuck with us, and there were a lot of problems that happened because of that.
When my pops announced he was retiring, Trojan made a weak attempt to take over, thinking I was soft as fuck, but once I showed him who I was, the nigga went ghost. After that, there was this unspoken truce that just happened. I didn’t fuck with him, and he didn’t fuck with me. Shit was all good and stayed that way until the motherfucker popped back up fucking with me. And now his weak ass boys were trying to say I started this shit.
“Didn’t nobody tell Trojan to fuck with us,” Legion added to my statement, and the men fell out laughing.
“Fuck with y’all? Weak ass niggas. We were retaliating after you motherfuckers broke into Trojan’s crib.”
“Wait, what? Now y’all motherfuckers making shit up!” Surge barked, and the men just shook their heads.
“What the fuck ever. Just know that Trojan won’t stop until all y’all motherfuckers are dead,” one said with a wide smile.
I just stood there looking at him because from his eyes, I knew he really believed the shit he said. But why?
The first interaction we had with Trojan was the night at Legion’s hit when he got shot. Shit was quiet until that point, so what that nigga said about us hitting Trojan first was fucking with me.
“Mannn, fuck all this shit,” Guns said then pulled his gun and shot both in the head before I could stop him.
“The fuck you do that for, Guns? I wanted to find out what the fuck they were talking about!” I snapped at my hot headed ass little brother.
“Fuck what they were saying, Wrath, because we know they were making shit up! Trojan hit first, and we have to hit back. That’s all we fucking need to know.”
My eyes turned to slits as I looked at him, and then I grabbed him up. “You don’t make no fucking decisions, little nigga! I fucking do!”
His eyes widened, and then he slowly nodded. I glared at him for a few more seconds before I released him.
“Now, I want you to find out what the fuck he was talking about! Do you understand me?” I demanded, and Guns nodded before walking out of the warehouse.
I hated to shout at him like that, but Guns needed that shit sometimes. The little nigga acted first and thought last. I was a business man before anything else, so the last fucking thing I wanted was a war on the streets that motherfuckers were out there saying I started.
The shit didn’t look good, and granted, this was the first time I’d heard about it, but I wanted to know if there was any truth into it. Which is why I was pissed that Guns killed them before I could find out.
“What you thinking, Wrath? I’m with Guns. They could just be saying that shit,” Legion said, and I turned to look at him.
“For what though, bro? You’re telling me you don’t find it strange th
at for over a year, Trojan was quiet and then he just popped back up for no reason?”
“I hear that, but what if this was just their way of justifying starting up some shit with us? Did he really ever have a genuine reason to fuck with us all those times he did?” Legion asked, and Surge nodded.
“It’s bullshit, Wrath,” Surge added, and I nodded to agree.
I then turned to Tariq and Pac.
“Send a package back to Trojan,” I instructed them, meaning I wanted their heads sent to Trojan.
They quickly sprang into action after giving me a head nod.
“Surge, what’s going on with that detective?” I asked my brother when we all walked outside.
“I got some plans in motion, but I’m dealing with it,” he said, and I nodded.
I wanted it done right, so timing wasn’t an issue. I just wanted to know if he was facing any problems that I could help with.
Surge looked away from my eyes, and my brows knit.
“You good?”
He looked at me again and nodded. “Yeah.”
I was about to ask him again due to the funny look on his face, but then I remembered that he had Dior to deal with too, so I put it down to him feeling bad for falling for her. So, I let it go.
“Okay, but just know you can hit me up if you need anything.”
His eyes landed on mine again, and then he slowly nodded.
“I know.”
We slapped hands and hugged before we climbed in our cars and went home.
2
Dior Alfred
The Next Morning
When I pulled up outside of my parents’ house, I let out a long, nervous breath because I had no idea how this talk with my dad would go. I honestly hadn’t seen or spoken to him since I left Christmas Day. He had been calling me, but my focus was on Jashawn.
After I spent the rest of Christmas Day calling Jashawn and not getting him, I knew deep down inside that he believed I was helping my dad, and I just needed to find him and let him know that I wasn’t.
