Dæmon-Warrior

Chapter 17

Meanwhile, in Benjamin King’s office…

He was currently on the phone speaking to the mayor of New York. After the incident at the construction site and the arrest of his men, the mayor had decided to confront him without the public knowing to keep things on the low.

“Don’t worry about it. Look, I’m telling you, if it was one of mine, I’ll take care of it. But I’m telling you, those men at the construction site aren’t mine. I don’t care what colors they were wearing; they were impersonating my employees so we would take the heat. No, I’m not making any excu-I will. Tell your wife I said hello. Goodbye mayor Alderman.” He bid farewell then hung up.

“Great.” Cooed Tanisha who was lying casually on the sofa. “Now we got your crack ass friends trippin’. Like I said, messing with City Hall is a waste of time. We were better off without them. Having too many friends, especially in the upper class, it just makes it difficult to hide what you don’t want them to know.”

“Wrong. Working with them is what gives us power.” King told her. "You think most of the stuff I have is because I don't have any friends? Think again, woman?"

“Fuck that!” Warren, sitting on the opposite sofa yelled before pulling out a modified pistol. “This is what gives us power!”

“Shut up, Warren.” King ordered having lost his patience. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you were as smart as Charon or Tanisha.”

“Charon?” He spat in disgust. “You seriously comparing me to Mr. Yes boy. The only thing that clown does is just do what you want and nothing else by standing at the receptions desk. He doesn’t even talk that much. It's like dealing with a black covered cyborg.”

“Maybe. But what someone lacks in words, he makes up in loyalty, trust and observation. He’s never done anything to make me worry or has ever let his emotions or jealously get the better of him and try to prove himself like the hothead currently in my office who got a taste of karma after doing something stupid.” King remarked.

“You see; this is what I’m talking about.” Warren said to Tanisha. The young man sat up from the sofa. “That’s it, I think it’s time I finally I give you a piece of my mind.”

“Do you now?” King asked, intrigued. Even Tanisha was intrigued, now sitting a proper posture.

“You’ve been putting yourself before the crew…” Warren remarked.

“Keep talking, little nigga.” Said King, quietly, as if telling Warren not to keep speaking in his presence unless he was prepared for the consequences.

“If you hadn’t wasted your time sticking your nose up them white boys assess; we could’ve owned the whole goddamn game by now.” Warren pointed out.

“I told you before; we ain’t getting into that shit.” King reminded.

“And why the fuck not? That’s where the money is! Man, if you got down with that shit back in the day, every muthafucka who messes with us would’ve been ghosts by now.” King’s brow furrowed dangerously at this point. “But you didn’t, did ya? You were too much of a pussy then. And you’re too much of a pussy now. Nothing but a fat, weak soft hearted shell of the nigga you were before.” Warren insulted.

In retaliation, King grabbed his head and banged him on the desk. “FUCK!”

“You forgot who you’re talking to. My name is Benjamin Motherfucking King. I’m the man who took my crew from being a bunch of a baby diaper wearing pigs to being one of the most respected, influential crew in this city. You know how I did that?” He did not get a reply causing King to slam Warren’s head against the table again. “I said, do you know how I did that? You’ve never had a hearing problem before, nigga.”