All the King's Men ( An Urban Love Story )

♟Pope♟

A black Bentley pulled into the gated driveway of a big house on the southside followed by another. Out of the first Bentley, Bishop stepped out of the passenger seat then Xavier, from the back with his right hand Soulie.

Out of the second car stepped a man named Pope that resembled Mr. Big himself, Ron Isley. Brown-skinned average height with his black hair pulled into a slick ponytail wearing a coat so expensive, it made no sense. By his side was his right-hand man, Deuce, a taller man, who wore glasses with dark brown skin sitting at least 250 lbs.

Deuce walked ahead with Pope right behind him, followed by Bishop, Xavier, and the rest.

As they entered the estate-like home, Mama came down the stairs to welcome her guests.

"Pope, it's been a while," Mama said greeting him with a hug.

"Michelle, you know you don't gotta call me that. I've missed you, baby," he kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh Frank, you know I like to keep it formal. Let's go sit down while we wait for our other guests to arrive." Hooking her arm in his as they walked to her parlor room, she called behind her, "Salem, please take these gentlemen to the entertainment room." She instructed one of her employees.

"Yes, Mama," the woman answered promptly, "Gentlemen if you would follow me."

Xavier took his time and eyed the brown-skinned woman in front of him, she stood tall at least 5'9 and had the body of a model. No one would've ever guessed she was an assassin when need be.

Bishop spoke, angrily, "Why we ain't goin wit him?" Causing both Mama and Pope to pause, turning around to face him.

Pope, with a disgruntled look on his face, spat, "Rashawn, embarrass me again in this mutha fucka, somebody gon have to carry you outta here in a stretcher."

He was already annoyed that a meeting was requested because of Bishop's antics, but he didn't mind meeting up with an old flame.

Desmond and Marquis soon after, driving the gray F-150 they'd gotten from Angelo. Behind them was Desmond's black F-150 with a group of six, one driver, and five men in the back. Desmond's most trusted shooters.

Inside the parlor sat the five, Pope, Deuce, Desmond, Marquis, and the mediator for it all, Mama.

Once everyone was as comfortable as they would be, given the circumstances, Mama spoke, "Pope, as I mentioned to you, we have a disturbance. Demon is involved with one of my girls, who has previous ties to your...general." Mama explained, trying to keep neutral, even though she wasn't a fan of Bishop in the slightest especially after knowing him and Jaden's past.

Pope raised a brow, "You tellin me all this is behind a bitc—"

Desmond interrupted, "Watch how you talk about my wifey, OG,"

"Watch who you talkin' to young buck," Pope spat.

Desmond began to lose his patience, but kept a calm yet stern tone, "Watch who the fuck you talkin to. Best remember, you only run what my Pops let you run, cause we all know if Big Ken was home, you'd still be peddling bitches on backpage."

Pope lost some of his bravado once Desmond checked him. The youngin was every bit of his father. Before Desmond's father got locked up for killing the cop who assaulted his wife, he ran the streets.

His downfall was, Kenneth didn't know how to clean shit up the way his sons, Desmond and Jaceon did, so when he went away, everything dried up. Their mother only had whatever cash Ken had stashed. Once that was gone, she had to struggle to make ends meet. All the mouths Ken had previously fed turned their backs on Doreen and her boys.