ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕪-𝕋𝕨𝕠

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-Flashback-

"That mufucka here in my town?" Black said, pissed.

"Not yet, but soon. I know he fucked with ya shit, so I'm just letting you know because I know you want Revenge on him."

"Hell yeah, I do. That mufucka fucked up shit for his own personal gain. He most definitely getting dealt with."

"Ok. I let you know when he comes here."

"Ide Rod," Black said, then they hung up. Rodney dialed up another number.

"Yo Ace. What's been going on, man?"

"What's up, Rod. I ain't hear from you in a minute since you left town."

"Yea," Rodney paused. "I got some shit to rap with you about. You remember a Darius Wilson."

"Yea, I remember that nigga. Fucked with my money and disappeared into thin air. Still looking for that mufucka today." Ace said, pissed just thinking about him.

"Well, word is he gon be back in the streets soon."

"You fucking wit me, Rod?"

"Hell Nah. He gon be here soon, and I'll let you know where to find him."

"Bet. I'll be there with my peoples."

"Ide, I'll see you there," Rodney said, then they hung up.

"Last one." Rodney sighed, dialing up another number. He didn't feel like dealing with this one.

"Killa wassup?" Rodney said.

"Surprised to hear from you."

"Look, I'm only calling you for one reason. Darius Wilson is back on the market. An ally of mine has had some beef with him and finally trapped him. Black and Ace are already onboard about the situation, so are you coming?"

"Hell fucking yeah. That mufucka owes me a lot of mone-Are you tryna set me up, Quan?"

"Don't call me that, and why would I do that? Listen, I don't have time to go back and forth with you. Be at the warehouse tomorrow around eight."

"I can call you what I want, and you're still my son."

"Well, you left your wife and kids because you wanted to still be in the fucking streets. Don't call me your son. You're just a fucking sperm donor." Rodney said, hanging up the phone. He put all the paperwork he was doing aside with a sigh and then went upstairs with his wife.

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-The Next Day-

"Will do, Jo," Rodney told him after they were done with the mayor. Rodney watched Johan and Jordan get into the car. They left, then soon after was Ace and Black.

"Son-"

"Don't wanna fucking hear it," Rodney walked right past him, getting in his car. Once he got home, he took a long shower and got in bed with Paris.

-Third-Day of Private Island Vacation-

Around 4 o'clock that morning, Luca woke all the men up to do a jog around the block after they showered and sat around as they lit up blunts.

"Rodney, I noticed you said it was your Uncle that taught you how to shoot. No Father? Was he not in your life?" Dimitri asked as they all sat around.

"I didn't have a Father; I mean sperm donor, yes, but Father? No." Rodney said with a sigh as Luca passed the blunt.

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