The Forgotten Prophecy: The BraveHeart Series

Chapter 21 - Trent

I was waiting in the hallway with Duke and Quinton while the ladies were in the room talking. The sight of Jehlani covered in ruins warmed my heart and soul.

"Jehlani is gorgeous. Congrats, big brother." Duke and I exchanged a fist pound.

"Yea Trent, she's a knockout. I look forward to seeing how you rule after your father. It seemed like yesterday he was being crowned and I was being promoted. Although it was a sad day, it was a beautiful day." Quinton's eyes never left mine, not for one second.

"I've been there beside your father since the very beginning, Trent. Every obstacle, every hardship; I was there. You are going to have to do some hard convincing because I can't believe this bullshit about this guy being your uncle." He still wanted to play this game.

"Q, come on, man. Pops told me everything on my twenty-first birthday. You know, don't deny it." Duke looked between me and Quinton like he had just gotten slapped.

"Hold the hell up!! Quinton knew??!! Why am I always the last to hear shit?"

"Trent, this cannot be possible. Your father gave me an order to kill Oren, and I carried out that order. That man caused so much hell in the tribe and sent your grandfather to his grave."

"Well, it seems like the dead has come back to life, and he's got demands. When I first met him, I already knew who he was. He told me everything that happened with Clarissa's parents, the coup, how he got to America. Everything matched with the stories from our legacy book."

"What legacy book?" I shook my head at Duke's ignorance.

"You can't be serious right now, little brother. The legacy book that Daddy used to read to us every summer during the Annual BraveHeart Summit. Are you honestly telling me that you don't remember?" Like always, Duke never ceased to amaze me.

"I didn't know I was supposed to remember that stuff, man!! You know Daddy is long-winded!! But anyway, what are we going to do?"

"I don't know, but it can't be anything drastic. One way or another, I'm gonna have to tell Daddy. He's gonna be pissed, but I'll take the blame." I was feeling like shit all over again.

"Man, we'll deal with the consequences later. The only way we can beat this motherfucker is to talk to Daddy."

"Let me do it. He won't bite my head off." Quinton quickly spoke up before I had the chance to say anything.

"Are you sure, man? It's my fault all this is happening?"

"I'm sure, man. When you think about it, it's my fault. If I would've made sure he was dead, none of this would be happening. I spent so much time trying to make a name for myself, my pride got in the way. Now my son is attempting to follow in my footsteps, and I'm afraid because I can't lose my only son."

"Come on, now. Quincy is going to be fine, he's not a hothead like his Pops. He has a chance."

We shared a laugh and a hug with Quinton to lift his spirits. Right when she was beginning to pop back into my mind, Jehlani was walking out the door while slipping on her coat. She was looking so good; I couldn't wait to get her home.

"Hey love, you ready to go? I'm starving." I was watching her every step until she was standing beside me. Her perfect lips moved eloquently when she spoke. I imagined what they would look like wrapped around my hardness.

If you hurry and feed me, you'll be able to find out.....

She winked at me, and my lingham jumped.

"Alright guys, I hate to cut this short, but we gotta run. My lady is hungry."

"Look at you act all soft!! My hero!!!" I playfully shoved Duke, then I grabbed Jehlani's hand and pulled her to the elevator. Duke and Quinton were still laughing as the elevator doors closed, and when they did, Jehlani pushed the emergency stop button and attacked me. We wasted no time ripping each other's clothes off.