OAKLAND's GREATEST

Volume 3 Prologue

V.3;Prologue.

Somewhere in Mexico

Gerome Grand.

"Its been 6 months. Its April. I need to get back my kids graduate in a month. Running this little pussy ass strip club for 8Ball is not doing it." I told Dre as we laid out on pool chairs on the back side of the Villa we had brought. He took off his black shades and sat up. He turned around and planted his feet on the hot concrete. I looked over at him and snapped, "The last call I had with Setta was 5 minutes and she informed me Jeddy, my fucking seed, took his first steps. Trust me when I say I an just as annoyed. Have you called upon your friends in high places just yet?"

"I sent off the paperwork if that is what you mean. We are still high priority in Oakland. It would be a fools game to run back there right now not being free" I snapped as we heard the patio door open and we turned to see Mojo body falling backwards as he let off two shots. We both jumped up grabbing our guns from the small table between us. 2. Men came running out the patio door as our awareness shook them. Dre and I without even talking let off rounds in both of their asses, leaving them doing the Harlem shake before hitting the ground. I rushed over and saw Mojo coughing up blood as he panicked, "Get to fucking Lique! He-he upstairs. That nigga set us up coming here."

"Who whats going on?" I asked pressing his two shot wounds as blood covered my hands. Dre took off upstairs.

"The club blew up with all our members inside. 8Ball. He had us working there to have us all in one place. You truly think he was going to let us get back to Oakland. Think!" Mojo spazzed before his body went lifeless before me and I slowly rose up with hate running thru my veins. I thought this nigga would go toe to toe, yet he chose to be on some pussy shit. I looked forward and saw Dre returning in full panic mode.

"Lique is dead naked in the fucking tub. And-and on the TV...the club was blown up. We have to get somewhere safe. Someone just wiped out the son of roses. Its only us" Dre confirmed as I nodded and snapped, "Not someone...Jeremiah Collins. 8Ball bitch ass set this all into motion and he will pay. Grab our GO bags. I got somewhere we can hide out until I get word from the person who is going to make it possible for us to just strut back into the states."

"I trust you but bro I got to make it back to my kid. Jeremiah runs the biggest cartel here. He has eyes everywhere...where is there to hide?" Dre snapped as I smirked and snapped, "Get the fucking bags and lets go!"

8 months later...in Garlandia

Queen Dejah Aldafi sat at her vanity mirror having her hair brushed as the door opened and Damian walked in. She sent her servants out and she stood up. She turned to him and exhaled, "Christmas is next week which means the Princess needs to be looking for a suitor"

"And like all eligible suitors they will be in the palace at the ball. Their parents will be offering Garlandia land, treaties, gold, and exotic animals and pearls. You will pick the best one for your granddaughter. I just cant believe this all worked out. She is going to be an amazing Queen." Damian said as Queen Dejah walked up to him and exhaled, "that she is....I still cant believe he let her stay. I am grateful for that everyday Garlandia loves her."

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Princess Adaijah walked in holding a paper and asked, "What could we do about this?" They stared at the paper and saw a picture of Gerome Grand on the FBI MOST WANTED.

"Who is this?" Damian asked.

"My brothers father and this happened back in October of last year and my Christmas gift to him and his-half sister is I want him free. How can this happen? I know we have pull in the US." Princess Adaijah asked and Queen Dejah stated, "this is a fine piece of man but that is a big ask. Someone will have to go down for these murders they are charging him for. Are you sure you want this?"