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ELIAS
The bellhop opened the door for me to the suite that my son and his friend had stayed in while they were here in Atlanta. I gave him a $20 dollar tip and he turned to leave. I closed the door behind me and walked into the quiet room. I was there to find some clues as to King's whereabouts. I had talked to his mother Emmaline and she was not forthcoming at all. She still had some issues with me. I understand that. I had cheated on Marisol with her. That is how King was conceived. And, now I was cheating on Vanessa with Marisol. Oh, what a tangled web we weave. Emmaline apparently was doing well for herself as a licensed psychologist. After our relationship ended, she went back to school and got her PhD. I shaped and molded Kinglias into a mini-version of myself to take over my business if and when I was put down.
As I walked into the bedroom, I remembered the night King and Tyrin had arrived in Atlanta. Now, normally when King and I got together we have these stripper/reunion parties. I invite all of King's friends from the old neighborhood where he grew up and the boys and I just chill and enjoy the night. I was particularly suspicious of this Tyrin on his side. He seemed a little too reserved for my taste. Now, he was a seemingly masculine man but there was some softness about dude. Maybe it was in the way that he clung to King, or held onto his every word. I don't know. As we walked down the hallway to the hotel suite, I could sense King's apprehension. I looked back at Tyrin, who was behind us. He was fiddling with his cell phone. We stopped in front of the door and I turned to look at King.
"Now, you know how we do," I smirked. "Nothing has changed. The boys are in there waiting. Do you want me to get your boy another suite?"
"Another suite," Tyrin asked. King shot a look at him. "What is he talking about?"
"Well, son, I don't know if King told you, but this is a tradition for us. Whenever he is in town, we have a small get-together with his old friends from the neighborhood. It's a lot of drinking, smoking and all around good fun. MEN fun," I emphasized as I looked at Tyrin. "If you would like to get another room..."
"I'm cool," Tyrin answered coolly. "I would like to meet King's friends," he smiled at King. "I'm good."
King slowly looked at me.
"He's good, Pops. Just...open the door," he told me.
"What's the password, son," I asked.
King sighed, "No boundaries," he replied, as I stuck the key card in and opened the door.
As we entered, the smell of potent weed, alcohol and the distinct funk of pussy filled the air. Kendrick Lamar's "Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe" played softly on repeat, as we walked towards the living room where the festivities had already begun. There were three dudes already waiting in the room. Errol was a high-yellow dude with a Caesar cut, pink bubble-gum looking lips, bushy eyebrows and a gruff voice. He stood a towering six-foot-three. Amoir was a double chocolate toned Dominican dude with a brush cut fade, slanted eyes and he stood at six-foot-even. Adrian was King's one and only white friend with tanned skin, shimmering blue eyes, a blond Mohawk and he stood at six-foot-one. Adrian answered the door with his eyes squinting from consuming the alcohol and hitting the blunt. He looked at me and then at King.
