29. Juelz
The night I spent with Ciera was worth every fucking minute. Man, I missed that woman.
I’m glad we were able to get Ari out of jail and back home safe because Ciera was worried about her sister, and rightfully so.
Zelan had his work cut out for him, just like I did.
He needed to get control of Char before someone got hurt.
I watched Ciera sleep for a minute, and then I got out of bed to call my mom.
“Morning, son, how is everything going?” My mom answered.
“I’m good mom, are you guys having fun?” I asked her.
“Yes, we are, we have one more day here. I think Kari is ready to come home. I heard her on the phone talking to someone named CiCi for two nights straight. Do you know who that is? I asked her, and she told me it was her best friend, and that you knew who she was,” my mom said.
I smiled because those two were too funny.
No wonder Kari hasn’t been asking for Ciera; she had been talking to her the whole time.
“Yeah, I know who she is. She can talk to her as much as she wants to,” I told her.
“Juelz, I just want to apologize again about the Ziek situation, it was never my intention to hurt you and your brother. I was just stupid for loving a man and trying to keep my family together,” my mother stated.
“I just wish you would have told us the truth mom. We deserved to know we had a father out here that we knew nothing about. Every time I think about it, I get pissed off, but you are my mother, and I will always love you, so we just gone let it go,” I said to her.
I could hear her sniffing and my heart softened for her.
She deserved to feel bad about this shit.
"Ok, son, I have to go. I’m taking Kari swimming,” she said.
“Ok, talk to you tonight,” I said ending the call. Before, I could put my phone down Jeff was calling me.
“Jeff, what’s up man?” I said when I picked up the call.
“Boss, we got the info you needed on Kendrick Kassom,” he spoke.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I yelled in the phone, because how did this fuck nigga have the same name as me?
“You heard me right, his name is Kendrick Kassom, he is the stepson of Ziek Kassom, he was adopted by Ziek. The man that you thought was your father. That’s not all, he has a sister same mother, but different fathers.
Her name is Kenya Kassom. Your wife Kenya is Ziek’s daughter.
This is some real live shit boss,” Jeff stated.
What the fuck is happening right now, I thought.
“Jeff, are you sure? Do you know what you are saying?” I screamed.
“Yeah, I know what I’m saying, and all of my information is accurate. I have their birth records,” he said. Just as I was getting ready to ask another question, Zelan was calling. So, I told Jeff to hold while I merged the call with Z.
“Yo Z, you not going to believe what Jeff just told me,” I spoke up.
"Juelz, man, we went to that address that Jeff gave me for Char my nigga. Guess who we saw coming out of the house and then stood on the porch kissing Char!” Zelan yelled.
“Who?” I asked.
“Kendrick, the same nigga that was with Ciera in LA. I was going to call you last night. We followed him, and Jeff sent some guys to keep a track on him. But they lost him, on the highway they said he jumped on the FDR and was dipping in and out of traffic. They lost him last night. So, I got somebody sitting on the house where we saw him and Char,” Zelan said.
“No worries, we will find him,” I responded.
“Jeff, tell Zelan what you told me! I’m going to put the phone down for a minute, I will be right back. I walked in the bedroom, and Ciera was up just lying in bed.
“Ciera, what do you know about this guy Kendrick?” I asked her, and she was looking at me all strange and shit.
“We met when I first went to LA at the hotel I was staying in, and we have been friends ever since. Why, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“I want you to stay away from him, that nigga is dirty,” I told her.
“Juelz, you can’t make me stop being his friend, because you don’t like him!” She yelled.
“I can and I will. Don’t answer his calls, and do not see him anymore!
His name is Kendrick Kassom, and he is planning something, and you are at the head of his fucking plot!
Stay away from him, if something happens to you or my babies, I’m going to paint this city fucking RED!
From now on, you will have a full security detail, at all times!
” I spoke and went back into the other room and grabbed my phone.
“Hello,” I said.
“Man, are you fucking kidding me! These fuck niggas are brother and sister? Y’all fucking with me, right?
We need to go to Queens and talk to Kenya,” Zelan stated, full of anger.
I was boiling over with anger myself; these fuck niggas really have been playing with me for years!
I’m hanging my suit up for my sweats and gun.
It was time to show these niggas who I was!