Authors Note: Please be sure to read the prologue, which us right before this. Thanks❤️
V.3; Part 1: Welcome to The New Age.
Gerome Grand.
"We are landing soon. A royal car is already on the ground waiting to drive you thru the beautiful city of Garlandia...up to the Royal Palace. Welcome to Garlandia folks." The pilot stated as I stared out the window at the beautiful landscape below. I stared over at Dre and he was bothering the stewardess for another glass of Dom. That nigga has been tearing all the free snacks and I cant lie the five course meal we had on the way here was top tier. I am just ready to get here and see why Adaijah brought me here...then head on home. I have serious work to do in Oakland. My entire clubhouse has been crumbled. Only Dre and I remain as full members of Son of Roses. I was away too long in Mexico after that fucknigga, 8Ball, tried to take me out. Funny thing is now his life is DONE.
Moments later, we walked over to a dark black SUV TRUCK. We climbed inside and Dre noticed the Dom bottle sitting in a bucket. He grabbed it and exhaled, "wont mind if I do." I chuckled as the driver said, "this is something that will interest you." He handed me a newspaper and I gasped.
"Ayo Dre check this out. Its A International Newspaper. It says INFAMOUS RAPPER, 8BALL, arrested on murder charges and drugs and racketeering." I told Dre as he leaned over as we skimmed thru the article and my body went numb. My entire world stopped as I saw so many of my members names being listed as free people. I saw my own and Dre's and he exhaled, "We got to do it for them. Whatever we have to do Son of Roses will continue. That fucknigga is over and embarrassed. He literally was arrested while filming was happening for that reality show on Bravo. His husband, Benji, is in distraught look what is says. He stopped filming."
"No lie but him or his girls dont believe that. I have to give them some bread or something." I told Dre as Dre popped the bottle and exhaled, "We are in A CITY OF AFRICAN ROYALTY. A NEW ERA IS AMONGST US. WE WILL BE IN OUR CHILDREN's FACES PRETTY SOON AND I CANNOT WAIT." He had a point. All my life choices in the streets had came to a boil and it blew. Luckily for me I got to survive the wake of my sins and now its time to focus on what matters. My children and most importantly living a life with the man I love...
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Oakland, California.Isaiah Brighten.
"Bitchhh they even halted filming. Like this is crazyyyy. They named all of the son of roses members as free men. With an apology from the DIRECTOR of the FBI, HOMELAND, and the damn President. Have he contacted you yet?" Raven said on FaceTime as I sat Indian style in my closet packing my Third suitcase for this Garlandia Wedding Trip.
"Nope. I dont have an inkling of where that man is but like always he will return without a scratch on his head"
"And with a huge check. You raised his daughter for over a year. Watched her graduate beside her fake bougie ass mother. Like Michaela legit loves you"
"And I did it out of love for my son because that is his half sister. I dont want nothing from that man. All I am going to give him is nice words of advice because I can tell Michaela has some hidden anger ready to unleash on him. He promised them he would be there for their graduation and for Cairo it probably didn't cut deep but for Michaela...it stung and I think that was the first time he had lied to her. And you and I know how deep the first rome lie cuts"
"DEEP! Well let me let you get back to packing. I have an adult ballet class to host and then I am off to finish packing. Love you brother." Raven said as I replied, "love you too." I stood up and walked out the closet and dragged my final suitcase with me. Suddenly, I heard a car horn and rushed over to the window.
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