Home In Flames (Sequel)

Prologue

The first thing I do when I get to the bottom of the stairs is take my suit of. Then I loosen my tie and hand them to the guy standing there.

"Where he at" I ask rolling up the sleeves of my white bottoms up and the guy nudges to the left.

"He's not talking. We did everything we could" he says as I walk up to a nearby table and observe the weapons one by one. When my eyes land on the pistol, I pick it up with no hesitation.

"Boss, mr. White says we can't kill him" I hear the guy say behind me when I load the gun and aim it at the head of the man tied up in a chair in the middle of the room.

His eyes are closed. He has bruises everywhere and his head is hanging low. Looks like they've tried everything to make him talk, but he won't.

So I had to leave home and make my way here just for that. I could've been in bed waiting for my baby right now.

Just thinking about it, pisses me off so I aim the gun to his leg and I pull the trigger causing a loud bang to fill the room followed by a painful scream.

"Fhuck....fhuck you. You fhucking...." he start cursing as I close the distance between us and as soon as I'm close, I swing my fist to his face making him scream again.

"I ain't got all day" I simply say tapping the gun on the side of his face while he's busy spitting his teeth out shaking like a bitch, "either you gone talk or I'mma put a bullet through your skull. I ain't with that no kill policy bullshit these niggas got going on."

He looks at me like I'm crazy and slowly smiles showing his gaps as blood flows down his mouth, "not...telling you...jackshit."

Pow

Up his chin and I push the chair causing him to fall down on his back. Without hesitation, I push the gun into the wound in his leg and shoot it again causing him to cry even louder than before.

"Boss.." the guy from before says concerned but I put my hand up signaling him to stop before I shoot him too. I'm not in the mood today.

I don't bother to ask questions again. It's not use so I put the gun on the other side of his leg, right on the kneecap. Just as expected, he starts talking immediately.

"ZAYNE....ZAYNE SEND ME. THAT'S ALL I KNOW I SWEAR. I just wanted to make some quick money, man. I don't really know these people. Zayne send me a location and told me to finish the job. I didn't think it would get like this, man, come on. I got a daughter at home. I can't die. Please. This is all I know, man. You have to believe me" he rambles on all at once as I put the gun back down.

I walked away as soon as I heard Zayne. I don't really care about the rest of it. I heard all I needed to know.

"Call Angelo" I tell the guy and he nods. I wipe my hand in a towel and go back up the stairs to find something else to wear. There's blood all over my clothes now.

"Natalie" I call heading to the kitchen and she pops up from around the corner.

"Mr. White?"

"I need a new shirt."

"On it, sir" she says clicking her glasses and walks away.

I, on the other hand, make my way to the kitchen and go straight to the fridge for some water.

"That was fast."

"I wasn't in the mood" I shrug and drink some water, "I'm supposed to be home right now."

"I heard a gunshot....twice" pops states.

"I shot him....twice" I admit and he gives me a look.

Just when he was about to say something, my phone chimes and I gesture for him to hold on.  I lean against the cupboard smiling when I fish my phone out of my pocket and see who the text is from.

Without hesitation, I open it and it's a photo. A selfie from my baby to be exact. "Damn."

I instantly reply with a bunch of hearts and I add an eggplant emoji in the mix. I miss him like crazy and it's only been a couple of hours.

Unable to keep it to myself, I let pops see too. "Yoo, look how good he looks" I smile looking at the picture again and pops kisses his teeth. This one going to my favorites just like all of his other pictures.

"How the fuck do you do it" I hear pops say while I'm in my bubble.

"Do what" I say absentmindedly while I bombard Jake with complements through text.

"Go from shooting somebody to acting like an innocent little nigga. You even scare the fuck out of me sometimes" he shakes his head as Natalie walks in with a new shirt.

"I thought you'd be proud of me" I say unbottoming my shirt, hand it to her and take the new one.

"I ain't saying I'm not" pop goes, "I'm just saying you're a little too trigger happy. You agreed to do this in a heartbeat."

I frown, "yeah, cause I gotta show these niggas who they messing with. I couldn't sit back and watch people trynna get at you. I had to step in. I'm just doing my part."

"Aight, if that's what you say. I hope you ain't just doing this cause you missed the violence. We ain't that anymore."

"I know. It's strict business" I add what I learned from him. We're done with the violence. It's been 5 years. Right now, it's strictly making The White Corporation bloom. It's bigger than it has ever been.

"Good" he nods pouring a drink into his cup, "You told Jake yet?"

"He knows I'm here."

"Yeah, but have you told him why."

"Not yet. I'm trying to find the right time. I don't want him to worry about me. He gone be stressing about it and it might affect his performance at work. I don't want that."

"Then don't tell him" he simply recommends and I shake my head in disagreement.

"Naah, we tell each other everything."

"Not this" he says making me frown.

"Why."

He pours the drink into another glass and hands it to me. A bit annoyed, I walk over and take it.

"I know you found the love of your life..... you're completely gone....head over heels...shit's crazy when I think about it, but I'm happy. I ain't gone lie. I'm stoked that you found somebody that keeps you out of trouble and busy. He's the one for you, I mean it......but, don't lose your head, son. You gotta be smart. You can't just be doing shit" he says as I try to figure out what heaven trying to say.

"Yeah, I don't know where the fuck you trynna go with this" I say truthfully downing the drink all at once.

"All I'm saying is.... We don't fuck with the feds and Jake's the feds" he says coldly.

I watch him put his glass face down on the table before walking out of the room. Left alone with my thoughts, I grab the bottle and pour myself another one.

We don't fuck with the feds and Jake's the feds

'Yeah, I don't think that's gonna be a problem' I think to myself.

'Is it?'