OMNISCIENT POV
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PRESENT:
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC, SANTO DOMINGO
Imani sat before Santiago, and he couldn't lie—he wanted to go home. Home to Angel, to be specific.
Santiago isn't easy to understand—he's nice. Too nice. Nice to the point where it's fake, and so fake that it's scary.
He enjoyed the rush of drugs, and even enjoyed pain. So, Imani thought he was weird. A weirdo, someone he wouldn't let Angel be around.
But Santiago was..enjoyable to be around? He's not like Imani, that's for sure. "I'm glad you decided to join us, Di." Santiago smiled, his tattoos littered his entire body.
Now, Imani is tatted up—but Santiago, you can only recognize him by his tattoos. "Y'all ain't give me much of an option, but sure." He shrugged, and Santiago chuckled.
"You left something you never even finished—why?"
Imani raised his brows, this isn't 21 questions. And Imani has a specific place to be—with his family. "I got tired of living the same life everyday, why you wanna know?"
"Why wouldn't I? Do you know how many people dream of the status you gave away so easily?"
Was that it? Santiago wants Diablo's so called Kingdom? "What you want, Santi? Money? Or drugs?"
"Que? I wanna help you, so you can help me. We're family, Di. You know what that means?"
Imani stayed silent. Family? How? Because the two helped each other a few times in the past? He would never consider Santiago family. Imani's face is stale, almost like moldy bread.
"It means we help each other, even if we don't want to." Imani huffed out, "You don't fuck with Prince either?"
"I don't care for him, but he's in the way. You left because of him—"
"I didn't leave my "empire," because of that pussy ass nigga—"
"You did, and you're going to get it back!" Santiago exclaims, and slams his hand on the table.
Imani laughed, and he really wanted to send a slap to Santiago's face. Who the hell does he think he's talking to?
Imani has to remind himself—he's no longer Diablo. He's not protected anymore, he's not exactly bullet proof.
He's only human.
"Alright, Santi. What y'all want from me, deadass too. You want Prince? Go get him. You want my empire? Take it. I don't care."
"I want to merge them together, and I want to take out Prince."
"For what?" There's got to be a bigger reason here, and not just for Imani. He hasn't spoken to Vee and Santi in literal years.
"Personal reasons." Imani calls bullshit.
"Ain't you suppose to keep business, and yo personal life out the equation when it comes to this shit? How you think I built Club Angel?"
The main reason Imani's Kingdom fell, was all because he had the mixed business and his personal life together.
"Doesn't matter. I'm guessing you handed it off to someone you trust anyways, right?" Which is correct.
Eddie.
Someone who's smart, who doesn't even look like they would run a drug empire—and someone Imani trusts.
