Chapter 1 #2
“I ain’t never ran from a nigga a day in my life Pearlene…” his sentence was cut short when he heard cars pull up in our driveway.
“Go now Jr., take your mom out the back! Don’t defy me… go now!”
My mom kept shaking her head no, as she tried to clutch on tight to my father. A single tear escaped his eye as he kissed her on the lips and looked at me and winked, nodding his head at me.
“Remember all that shit I taught you, boy… no matter, what stay true to yourself. I love y’all, even after death.
” He coughed again as we heard knocks at the door.
He whispered, “Go now.” As he picked his gun up, I gripped mine and pried my mom off him.
It was hard as fuck to hold her up, but I used all of my strength.
I refused to see my mom die. Giving my dad one more look, I told him I loved him for the last time and practically dragged my mom out through the kitchen.
Soon as we made it to the back door, that’s when I heard the loud banging at our front door, then kicking.
I spotted my dad’s all black Lincoln Navigator and placed my mom inside.
Soon as I jogged around to the driver side, I heard the loud gun shots that shattered me inside.
I wanted to run back in and go to war with whoever.
Instead, I pulled off feeling sick. My eyes were blurred but not blurred enough to spot my uncle Prince’s car sitting at the end of the block.
Shaking off those painful memories, I trekked through the woods to my awaiting truck. I vowed to get all three of them niggas back and, so far, I had one down with two to go. I didn’t care what my dad said about letting my uncle be. Fuck him not knowing better; he crossed the wrong man.
While he was living it up, my mom and I were still in great pain from the loss of my father.
I wanted to look my uncle in the eyes and ask him why.
Right now, he was untouchable, like I was.
He ruled Texas, from what I was hearing.
He also had his hands on Birmingham; my father always made sure shit was cut down the middle with him and Prince.
So, I knew it wasn’t hard for him to get put on and have the extra protection.
He was trained just as good as my father so, when I came after him, it would have to be with my best game.
He sent threats to California; I sent threats back to Texas.
We would have our day, but I was determined to get to Troy’s ass next.
Hopping back in the truck, Hussle, my cousin, sparked up a blunt and passed it to me.
I inhaled it deep and released it as I got back on the road to take him to Jackson Mississippi airport.
He needed to get back to his pregnant woman, like I needed to finally go check in on my mom.
It had been two years since I’d seen her.
We talked on the phone daily but, after that painful night of losing my father, it became too painful to look her in her eyes.
When I saw her, I expected to see my dad as well.
Now, it was only her. I did not tell her I was even out here yet.
I just planned to pop up on her. I was upset that she refused to move to Cali like I begged her.
I had shit so sweet out there, I could retire at the age I was now, before I even hit thirty.
I had Hussle in charge of everything, while I remained the supplier for Cali and down south.
“Cuzzo, you straight cuh?” Hussle typed something out on his phone as he looked at my side profile. I simply nodded my head; I was a man of few words. If there wasn’t a serious need to talk, I wouldn’t say shit. People around me got the picture and just let me do me. I lived in a world of my own.
“When we get back, I want you to meet with my boy, Cream… The nigga is legit, and cleaning money is his thang.”
“I know that nigga already… you need to stop smoking so much and start remembering shit… his wife Rellianah use to do business with me and my old man; now they both legit.”
My mind went back to the first time I met Rellianah.
She was the baddest bitch I had ever come across.
I even tried to put my best game down on her; I was on a business trip with my father.
She turned me down with a smile, telling me I wasn’t ready for the type of shit she was packing.
I loved plus sized women; shit, I grew up in the south.
I gave up on shooting my shot when Cream’s ass pulled me to the side, claiming that she was his woman.
He even said how she didn’t know it yet, but he would gladly take me out if I caused any problems. Not that he scared me, but I respected him for being upfront.
I didn’t feud over pussy; it was too easy to get.
After making small talk with Hussle, we finally arrived at the airport.
I told him I would get up with him in a few days and got right back on the highway to return to Meridian.
I had a lot on my plate, but that was the norm for me.
I was ready to make it to downtown Meridian to finally come face to face with the woman who birthed me.
I was already itching to make it back to Cali.
Mississippi reminded me to much of my dad.
Every street and corner I passed by was like images of him popping up.
It was like torture to my insides just being here.
But when it was all said and done, I was determined to get my own personal justice for King Sr.