Rise & Fall Of A Don (On Hold)

Chapter 27

Tommy Pov

When I came back out to my gala, Sasha was there. Behind her was my father and cousins.

"Tommy."

"Not now. I'm fine, just keep busy until I'm ready to go."

She nodded then came to me and kissed me. She whispered, I love you against my lips. I whispered it back against her lips.

I looked at my father and felt a flare up. I took a deep breath. The bad part about it is, when it flares up, I welcome it. It's so much a part of me that you can see it in my eyes, face and in my body language. Not hard at all to discern.

"You have it don't you."

I looked at Jamie like he was crazy. "Have what?"

"The Kismet."

"Say what."

"Have you ever seen the movie Black Panther?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it was a local legend in Shakira's village that a secret animal lies within the royal family. But not just one of them. All of the royal family. Since her blood has been diluted over the years. It skips generations, it picks one. An old prophecy says that whoever has, it will revolutionize Italy once more. Who better to do that than you after your father dies. You're the best of both worlds."

I raised a brow and looked over at Max. I turned to one of my other cousins whose names I still don't know. "Is he serious? We are not fucking Wakanda Forever. Spirit animals, what a load of horse......."

I cut myself off because when I looked at Max, he wasn't smiling. He was serious.

Max said, "I became obsessed with finding that painting for you. At one point it became like a challenge for me. I read everything I could. I went to the library and read every story on it I could find. Every story mentions something about the secret Moor's spirit animals. Shakira had it. That's why she was able to do what she did. It's nothing supernatural, it's just heightened senses and instincts. At that point you're literally one with the animal spirit. It guides you through the kills."

I raised a brow. Of course I've heard stories about the Shakira's wolf and the myths. I thought they were just that. Myths, that the wolf's spirit was metaphorical.

"Max, do you have any idea how many times I've been shot and or stabbed. I doubt I have a spiritual animal guide."

"Yeah, but none have been severe because you alway turn at the right time. You duck at the right time."

I ignored him. I clapped my hand. "Ok. Max. I need you to take Jamie and Ban and get on that shipment. Don't worry about me. I will be fine. Now go. The handler's time is money. You also have to distribute it so call them all to come get their shit."

"You." I pointed to the cousins whose names I still didn't know. "What are your names?"

"He's O'rein. I'm Jackson."

"You two can stay here but if you do. My rules go."

"We follow Uncle Detrex's rules."

"Not in here you don't." They looked over at Detrex, he nodded.

Detrex stepped to me. "You need men. Good strong fighting men that would be loyal to the Kismet. I can provide them for you. Your crew are not your guards anymore. They are bosses. It's time you treat them as such. The guards you do have are under duress. This is not healthy."

"I don't need shit from you."

"They can keep you and your family safe. Your bosses need crews as well. You're running a good operation, but everyone is tired. Look at them. Tobais looks like he hasn't slept in days."