Messiah GXG : BOOK ONE (Completed) The Other Side Of The Game Series

PROLOGUE

M E S S I A H

'Examine what is said, not who is speaking' these words danced slowly in my mind to hypnotize, and capture the attention of my reality as I continued to drive to my intended destination.

These words were held by the hands of deeply given wisdom and I was lucky enough to not only know them, but understand them. I knew they were the reason I stood where I stood in life, my ability to capture knowledge from all no matter the source which it came from.

I learned from my friends, my enemies, life and even death himself. I wasn't bound to my ego and maybe that was the reason I remained alive for this long while being on top, or maybe it was my vigilant approach to everything, even love.

My father would always tell me "Prevention betta than cure" and I lived by that statement. It was the reason I was here. My care and observation when it came to the small things, my calming silence in the middle of chaos—my attention's ability to be divided itself in several different ways and still be whole.

I knew all because I knew, I knew nothing at all.

That fact was humbling and powerful in the same breath, then again isn't the most powerful man always the most humble?

It's not a mistake that this is a recurring reality, it is—it's just once you have it all you realize that money isn't happiness, it simply gives you the freedom to explore happiness. In other words, when you stop surviving you can finally live.

Money damn sure ain't the key to happiness but it is a fucking map to the key.

My gaze scanned the sidewalks in search of D; sidewalks that held bodies moving, sitting, talking, gathering, etc, but when I realized he wasn't in his usual spot my attention then took a hold of the first familiar face I could find.

My hands worked together to direct my car to the side of the road while a sigh left me, and I quickly sent down the front passenger window to my car with a blow of my horn. The sound seemed to fly past the man who was busy talking to a woman whose entire demeanor screamed trouble, and I could tell that with ease.

I mean after years of witnessing women being used to take lives you can tell. I could tell the ones who could transform into the hands of death, and the ones who could lead you to the hands of death, it was a gift I was grateful for. It keeps me away from harm, and keeps me thinking with my brain instead of my pussy, because the devil is still an angel, the motherfucker just got different intentions and a different name, but the appearance is the same.

My palm pressed into the steering wheel twice more to release a shout, and this time it had him turning back to look for the source with a frown of what seemed to be annoyance.

But the annoyance quickly died as his eyes caught the sight of me, and with a motion of my head to perform a silent guide for him to approach me, he began to jog over. The woman who he was with eyes met me, and with a fold of her arms and a frustrated lick of her lips that was performed with an eye-roll, I saw the split in her tongue.

Serpent...the devil in disguise.

That wasn't my concern though, not until it started fucking up my money and I hoped it wouldn't. I mean I had no problem killing a snake, especially when I wasn't afraid to handle anything that looked like a lizard, but dirty hands leave trails behind.

"Yow what's up?" He asked the second he settled before my vehicle, which had my eyes refocusing on him.

"Where's D?" I asked as he bent his body so we could be eye to eye.

Respect.

I respect a soul, who knew themself enough to meet my eyes, it spoke volumes while being a silent act.