Revenge

Prologue

September 2023

Mad riches, bad bitches, I like bad bitches, mad riches.
Brent Fiyaz voice boomed from the speakers and into the hot LA air. The smell of barbecue and sound of laughter filled the backyard of my three story home. Most hustlers wouldn't take a day off but I felt sometimes it was needed. Sunday's we're a day for family to get together and mingle. My father D3 Darryl the Largest Kingpin in LA but From Compton California built the biggest cocaine operation in LA had ever seen, due to him dying with my step mother Amina from a home invasion. Me and her Son Aidan took over the business. We wanted to reap what we sown. I stood over the grill, flipping burgers in a pair of sneakers,shorts, and silk floral button up that was open at the top. The thick gold chain I had on matched the Rolex on the wrist. Both glistened in the sunlight. I was a lesbian female I was what women called a pretty ass female because I looked like a handsome man. I had hazelnut eyes with long eyelashes, full lips, a strong jaw structure, and kept my hair in a ponytail with a taper. My good looks mixed with my light skin was what always made the girls go crazy. My looks also made people think I was soft,but I liked that. It made me wanna unleash the beast in me. However,this wasn't one of those times. I was enjoying my family time and watching everybody enjoy them sleeves. The kids was in the pool with there cousins. The women and elder folks were sitting at the bench tables Chatting. While My brother Aidan my right hand man who's 2nd in command when it comes to the Mafia. Kilo my best friend from High school, Tag my street friend from High school as well. Them 3 stood around the grill with ice cold beers in they hands.

"Man, you need some help with them burgers? I don't want no pink shit!"I grinned at the sound of Aidan's voice. Me and my brother had been in it since we were waddling around drinking out sippy cups. Day and Night was what we were called growing up, and not just because I was high yellow and Aidan was chocolate. No, it was deeper than that. I and Aidan each had a personality that balanced the other off. I could admit that the operation wouldn't be nearly as successful without him, and my Uncle braze. Who was my dads right hand man and real life brother.
"Nigga, you better shut ya ass up before I accidentally leave some pink in ya shit! I said, waving the spatula at him. Yo ass gone be callin me tomorrow talkin shit about Dog, I can't put no work in today. I'm on the toilet".
"You would do me like that on God?"
You the one playin like a nigga doesn't get busy on the grill", I said with a laugh.
"Yeah Aidan, you over there playin my boy," Kilo said piped up. "You know the food is top reason I make sure I'm here everyday!" I nodded my head and dapped Kilo up. "Yeah, nigga,He said looking back at Aidan. "How my soldiers hype me, but my own brother don't?" "Cause I'm already at the cool table. I don't gotta dick ride y'all ugly asses!" "Yeah, whatever," I told him and closed the grill so the burgers could cook a little longer. "Aye, Kilo, watch the grill. I gotta holla at Ace for a second. Aidan always went by Ace because he didn't like the fact he was named by his real dad. "Fasho," Kilo answered and took the spatula. "Let's go in the house for a second," I said and nodded toward the patio slide door. Before I took a step I felt a cold, wet hand grab my arm. When I looked down it was my lil cousin Million, looking up at me with a towel wrapped around his body. "Cousin Roy, is the food done? I'm starving!"
"Not yet, baby boy , but if you need somethin in ya stomach right away, go ask Mommy for some chips."
"Ok, and, Roy."
"Yes, baby?"
"Man Man keeps pinching our legs under water! He's pissing me off!"
"Aye! watch ya mouth," I said, gently popping Million lips. "Don't speak like that. You're only a kid, remember? And tell ya cousin I said to stop pinching legs, or Ima pinch him, Aight."
"Ok Fasho," Million said running off to the pool instead of the table with chips.
"Kids," I said shaking my head. "Come on, Ace, Before another one of those crumb snatchers harass me for some eats again." He slid the patio door behind him as we walked into my basement of my lavish home. I had to admit Tara had outdone herself when she decorated the house. She was an interior decorator, and the home was her big project, and every time I walked thru it, I felt like a queen king. She'd done the basement specifically for me. It was my lil man cave everybody calls it, complete with a bar and pool table. I went behind the bar and poured two glasses of Rémy Martin on the rocks. Aidan sat on a bar stool across from me and picked up his glass. "What's good sis." He asked, swiveling the liquor around in the cup.
"The streets are talkin.' and that ain't good," I said giving Aidan a look before taking a gulp of drink. "The streets always talkin folk" He said jokingly not really caring about what was said. " You remember that nigga Rossi we had to kick out the city."
"Yeah I remember that punk of a ass nigga what he talkin bout."
" He want half of our territory." I said as Aidan laughed out.
"Right so he not getting half of shit." I said as we heard multiple shots, and they wasn't firecrackers. We both pulled out are 9mm heading back up to the backyard. We ducked and covered to see who was shooting, all we seen was bodies dropping left, and right. I tapped the red card on my door to alert my Uncle braze, Amar, Slim. We finally had visual of who was shooting, and it looked like the Hispanic Mafia. I started shooting at him as he dropped, another guy came as he started shooting towards Tara as she fell to the floor. "This is for Rossi- Before he can even say anything I shot him right in the head. I walked out as Aidan followed behind me. Tara was dead, Million was dead. Everybody else was wounded badly. Aidan called the ambulance as I fell to my knees.....