Jade

Chapter 1

"I need my money by tonight pussy! All five million dollars or I'm showing up to your cushy suburban neighborhood with thirty black guys and we're gonna stomp you out then kill you right in front of your wife and kids." A'mouri barked on the phone, quickly scribbling his signature on the document his assistant handed over to him to sign before waving her off.

"I can't get you five million by tonight A'mouri, I already told you."

Anderson Rolf, one of the most successfully lawyers in the Miami area was way over his head in debt to the family, owing millions of dollars to the BWF Casino and resort under the management and ownership of the Brown-Williams family.

"So what I'm hearing is that you want me to go back to my dad and my uncles and say Anderson Rolf can't pay his debt to the family?" He asked in a sarcastic tone, sparking up a spliff before following his assistant out his office.

"I'll pay my debt A'mouri." Anderson finally said in a defeated tone.

"Yeah you will pussy. Tonight." A'mouri spat before banging it on him. He saw Loyal round the corner in the same direction he was walking in, catching the tail end of A'mouri's conversation.

"I could never let somebody talk to me like that." Loyal chuckled as they both headed out the building. Tonight A'mouri was officially becoming a made man into the Williams family organization so all the made men were expected to be there. Loyal became a made man on his twenty sixth birthday, taking the sacred oath and vow of silence in favor of the family.

"Yeah me either, he's scary for that." A'mouri co-signed, shaking his head with a chuckle. Both men knew how powerful and notorious their families were, often underestimating their impact. Their word was their bond and those who were in business with them knew to never take their threats lightly.

Loyal and A'mouri weren't enforcers in the slightest — they mostly left that to the older men in the family. They preferred to keep their hands clean and focused on legitimate business as advised by A'mouri's father, Amar'e.

His father always told him that he didn't need to kill to earn respect. He first had to learn to assert his dominance and stand on his word. The rest would be taken care of as always.

They made it downstairs just as their driver pulled up, hopping in the black on black Lincoln Navigator. The wraparound tints masked their identities which was crucial with the fame and status their family had. Over the years the family had a notorious reputation for a number of things, but the one thing the press could never take away from them was how successful they were.

"Yo my stepdad a fuckin bitch bro." A'mouri mumbled, reading through the text thread in his family groupchat with his little sister Jade and his cousins.

"What he do?" Loyal asked, sparking up a spliff once they were comfortable in the backseat of the car. He could see the visible anger that now clouded A'mouri's face.

"He put hands on my mom again." A'mouri gritted, feeling the hatred and anger he had towards his step father growing.

"Your pops gonna kill that nigga." Loyal said as smoke escaped from his lips.

"Nah he said he not gettin involved no more after what happened last time. And of course she still went back
to that nigga." A'mouri said, blowing out a frustrated sigh.

"So what we doing about it if your pops not getting involved?" Loyal asked, the affects of the weed calming him as he leaned back against the leather seats.

"What you mean?" A'mouri asked, glancing over at him from the corner of his eye.

"You know what I mean bro." Loyal croaked, blowing out a stream of smoke.