Locked Up

Chapter Two

Twain "King" Wilson
Work, push, fight, succeed. Those are the things my pops has always told me to live my life by. And I have. I worked and pushed my way to the top. And now I'm on my way to succeeding in becoming the King of the Wilson empire. I'm on my way to being the greatest there will ever be. Better than my grandfather and my father. I can't be stopped.

What more could someone ask for? Money, cars, bitches, all that stuff with a pretty little price tag on it. There are people who wish they could live how I do. But they don't realize how much of a sacrifice is made each day to obtain those materialistic things. Everyday I walk out that door and risk my life. Everyone poses a threat to my life. There's not a single trust worthy person in my life. Not even my pops. All I got is me.

I've been raised in these streets. Pops taught me the drug game when I was just fourteen. I ain't never had a chance to do anything else. He had my brother and I homeschooled so we could learn how to read and write and do all that shit but honestly it was pointless. This is my life. This is who I am. I was made to do this. An heir to the throne of this Empire. My mother always used to tell me that I could be whatever I wanted to be. Maybe that's what ended up getting her killed. She was too much of a dreamer. Dreams are for the weak. She was too caught up tryna run from this drug life, she was shot point blank between the eyes on the front steps of our house. I wish I could say I cried and missed her but I can't. The way I see it, she had her head too far up her ass to see that this was reality. She was made to do this just like how pops, Xavier, and I were made for this.

I stepped out onto the balcony and rolled up a blunt. I inhaled the smoke into the night sky and stared up at the stars. Shit seemed so far away now a days. Just felt... numb.

"King," a deep voice said. I instantly knew it was pops.

"Wassup. How you get in here?" I asked putting out my blunt. He came and stood outside beside me.

"You know the guard let me in and I got a key."

"Watchu need?"

"Son you been in the game a long time now. Workin ya way up and doin watchu gotta do. Now I chose you over X cause I know you can handle this better. But let me make something clear. If you fuck this up and I go down, I won't hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?" He said seriously. I nodded and he left. I rolled up three more blunts because I knew my insomnia would be kickin in soon.

***

It was morning and I was waiting patiently at the trap house for everyone to arrive. I was exhausted from not getting any sleep for who knows how many nights now and I'm sure you could see it in my face. I was drinkin some coffee and trying not to show my exhaustion as I sat in the comfy Lazy Boy chair behind the desk. My elbows rested on the clean mahogany wood when the door opened. "Delicious" walked through the door in some tight red skinny jeans, a plain black crop top sweatshirt and high top all black Air Force One's. Her hair was once again a curly mess but pulled up into a bun on her head with a few pieces hangin in the front.

"Goodmorning King," she said.

"Wassup D," I smirked. She looked at me confused and I suppressed my laugh that was rising in my throat.

"Since when did I give you permission to call me by a nickname?" She asked calmly.

"Since you work for me, I can call you whatever the hell I want to."

"Oh really?" She challenged. I let my laugh out and leaned back.

"Wow. You really are a bold one. It's okay though ma. I like that," I smirked. She scoffed and took a seat on the couch by the door. Soon Yandi, Tatiyana, Kyrie, X, pops, and Lamar all were here. They each took a seat except for my father who stood beside me.