His Little Star (BOOK 2)

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Abel's POV
Present Day

"Sit boy." Abel said to the growling dobermann. The dog wined then sat down at Abel's feet. "I don't really give a damn about what comes out of that lying ass mouth but my pops does, so," he passed the dog off to someone else and pulled out his silencer. Cocking it back. "Why'd you think it was smart to touch shit that wasn't yours?" He asked and the naked bloody mess on the floor tried to look up at him. "I-I didn't know i..it was-'''

"Okay, let's stop right here." Abel said and grabbed the man by his hair, dragging him to his bathroom. "Let's try this again. Lie to me again and I'll smash yo head on the fucking toilet. Why'd you touch my drugs?" Abel asked again and one last time, he had better things to take care of. The man started crying. "I-I swear on my life! I didn't know..." he held his stomach and crunched up. Abel blew out a breath and grabbed him by his hair and slammed his head repeatedly on the toilet until his body stopped moving.

"Clean this shit up. It should be no reason that I have to come out the comfort of my home and handle idle shit like this." Abel put the silencer back on safety. "And burn his body." He said and walked out of the house. His father told him to go handle it in person since he didn't want other niggas to get in involved but Abel didn't give a fuck. He ran this shitshow now, so why his father keeps trying to butt in on his deathbed? The world may never fucking know.

"Sir." His driver bowed and opened the door for him. Abel got in and immediately rolled up a fat blunt. "Take me to my pops place." He told the driver and lit up his blunt, taking a puff out of it. He didn't have time to change, so his ma was just gone have to deal with the smell of blood and weed for now. He finally arrived home and got up, getting rid of the roach (that's like the small part that's left over on a blunt).

He took off the shirt that had a few blood specks on it and put on a polo. He still smelled but he loved that smell, made things more exciting for him. "Hey ma." He said as he walked inside of the house. "Hey." She said and gave him a 'you serious?' look, Abel shrugged. "How pops doing?" He asked, quickly changing the subject. He didn't have time to hear his ma running her mouth about the smell. "Alright but you think it was okay to come here smelling like that'? For your father? Especially infront of me." She scolded.

"Ma, look. Now's not the time, you can get on me later about all that, right now let's give pops his time." Abel retorted. "Mm." Was all she said and they walked to pops room together. His siblings were nowhere to be found. Alex was probably sleep, Aaliyah probably at a friend's house and Malcolm...only God knew cause as soon as he was able to go to college, he took that chance. He never really was involved with the gang shit though, never liked it. "Hey pops.." Abel said somberly.

You could hear his tank, the beeping noise, and all that other medical bullshit. "Pops. How you been?" His father's eyes were barely open but he looked like he was holding up. "A...Abe-" he coughed and his ma came running his way. "I'm fine...just get me some w-water." He said and Abel grabbed the glass of water that was sitting on his nightstand and gave it to him.

His pops drunk it and cleared his throat. "I-I've been doing alright. Shitty as doctor said I didn't have long to live." I mean Abel did love his father but was he surprised? No. He seen this shit everyday , been seeing it since he was 10. "You wanted me here?" Abel changed the topic, he wasn't the soft 'let's talk about our feelings' type of man but more of a 'don't waste my time' type of man. His pops laughed. "Yeah. I guess I should get to the point then."

"As you know I've let you take over the business and I had to do more than you and now that's been thrown on you. There's going to be a shipment importing from.." he coughed. "China. Handle it. It's going to be a big and important shipment, we cannot lose this." He looked me in my eyes. "I'm 39, almost 40. I got this pops, I've handled bigger shipments than this, trust me." He looked back into his father's eyes. He gave a small smile. "Careful son." He said. "Careful pops." Abel responded and walked out of the room.

He needed to go home and get some other work done before he did anything else. "I'll see you later ma." He said as his mother came out with sad eyes. "Ma?" Abel called out to his mother. He sighed and hugged his mother. "It's gone be okay ma." He promised and she whimpered. He hated seeing his ma get like this. They had a long moment of mother-son bonding time and Abel finally left.