Clover

Chapter 2

Adonis

I stared ahead of me at the stupid nigga thinking he was about to steal from me. He was walking back into his house but he looked paranoid. He kept looking around like someone was following him. I ducked down further into my car when he started looking my way.

"Bitch nigga." Greg mumbled before letting off two rounds into the guy. He dropped to the ground and started bleeding. Greg quickly hopped out the car and got to the duffle bag. I pulled off as soon as he sat back down.

I didn't like looking at the dead body for too long. I know it's a part of the job but it didn't make doing this any easier.

I left his bleeding body in front of his house. In this shitty neighborhood nobody was around so dropping that nigga was easy. I don't ask questions any more, you do me wrong, I'm killing yo ass simple.

"Damn nigga he really took all our money and the drugs. Yo pops gon be mad." Greg said, peaking in the duffle. He did a quick count making sure it was all there.

"They will be fine cause we got it all back. Which reminds me, call that nigga and tell him we need a clean up." I handed Greg my phone. My phone went off before he could call them.

"Hey Don." One of my dads answered. "Can you drop by here soon?" Romani asked.

"Hey Mr. Romani." Greg gave the phone a stupid smile. This nigga in love with my dads, it's annoying.

"Hey Greg, can my son hear me."

"I can hear you Mani." I answered.

"Oh okay, so I need you to meet me at home when you are done with what you are doing. Uncle Tyrell and Bassir coming over." He said. "You finish the job?"

"Yeah, it was easy. I need a clean up though, it was messy."

"Alright. I'll tell the team. See you soon son."

"Yeah." I mumbled before hanging up.

"Damn yo dads so fine." Greg shook his head. "No gay shit but they can definaly get it." I glared over to him. He always on some weird shit. "What nigga it's not like they yo birth parents. You mad at me cause two fine niggas adopted you." I groaned, shaking my head.

David and Romani adopted me when I was 12. I had just joined the gang and had nowhere to go because I ran away. I needed a family and a gang was where I turned. David found out and took me in on some good samaritan shit. I thought he was some weird corny nigga but I quickly learned he's really cool and Romani is too. I started living with them and their other two kids when I was 11 and at 12 they made it official. I consider them my real family.

It was odd at first being in their home but they really welcomed me in. They tried looking for my birth parents but I told them to stop. I ain't want shit to do with them and they understood that. I have some regrets about running away from home and I didn't want to get them involved. Hell I still don't.

The first year was hard getting them to let me stay in the gang but they folded when they saw how hard I was going. The only thing they asked of me was to graduate high school and I did. Now they got me getting ready to take over the gang.

I been working with Uncle Rell and Star for a few months learning what my pops do. It's a lot of running around and shit but I'm getting there. A lot of numbers and measurements. I'm not a dumb nigga so it's not that bad.

My dads talking about retiring when I'm all trained up. They talk about traveling on some shit old people shit. David wants to go to France and eat pasta or some shit. I ain't mad at them though me and my siblings are grown. I'm 23, Mel is 25, and Gio will be 19 this year so it's no more kids in the house.