-Tony
I had brought Davon to Don.. He never exchanged words with me about what was going on but I'm not sure how long I can hide Davon. Don wanted Kash head more than anything but he was going about it all wrong..Don had received an oddly call from an unknown number but since nothing feared him he answered.
"Who the fuck is this?" He said angrily.
"You can't hide him for long my brotha" the voice laughed.
"Well well... Kash why are you not coming for me but being a bitch about a kid" Don responded.
"I'll take care of you another day... But tell Davon I'll see him very soon... Oh, and tell my son I'll be seeing him also"
He hung up with him and looked up at me confused.
"Tony... What this nigga talking about? Son?"
I froze as I hung my head low, I knew this day was coming.."...Kash is my biological father, I found out nearly a year ago before I started working for you I was working for him but only for a day or so that's when I took school seriously; I never claimed the man he's just dead weight and sperm donor in my eyes"
I didn't intend on putting Don in this situation nor did I want him to feel some type about it, but he just lowered his head and shook it as he walked away making his way back in his office.
-Davon
I took a seat on the couch and just collected my thoughts, I was at the end of it all... I was afraid, nervous and highly pissed off but I was unable to control my emotions. I never wanted any of this, I never wanted to put my family in this situation nor myself; I laid back and just looked up at the ceiling and tried to think about what I was going to do to fix all of this."Dee..." Tony yelled.
"Yeah?" I responded.
"Whatever you do.... Don't make yourself known, you knew you were selling yourself to the devil when you started this, should've known that evil will get you back if you do not walk with faith." He mentioned.
I wanted to cry as I processed everything he just said, but I couldn't do nothing but soak it up and keep it in my thoughts..
-Later That Night-
-Tony
I smoked about three blunts just to keep myself stressed free... I looked over the yellow letter that was sent from LSU months back; I remember when I took the trip, the sweet smell of the Louisiana air, the people the area everything about it made me smile. Most wonder why someone like me from up north would want to go down south... But, it's in my heart to do it.I laid back in the recliner looking up at the ceiling, The rest of the guys just chilled, smoked and talked mad shit all loud as if it was a room full of females in a high school cafeteria.
Victor came and nudged me on my shoulder asking if I've seen Davon, told him I haven't seen him since earlier ... But the thought made me concerned as I tried to figure out where the hell he went; especially when I told him not to go nowhere.
Vic and I got up quick, letting Don know we were on our way to look for Davon, He just nodded as he told us to becareful. We hopped in my car since I don't be around town enough for people to know what I drive, but that way Davon will know who it is without freaking out.
I drove around the city for nearly 30 minutes, no sight of him by then I started to panic and sweat, all types of thoughts ran across my mind. Is he dead? Did someone kidnap him? All these unusual thoughts came to mind until Vic snapped me out of thought and pointed out to where he seen Davon heading to Kash's warehouse; I parked alongside the sidewalk maybe a few buildings down and we hopped out rushing making our way towards him. Vic grabbed him and yanked him on the side of the building yelling at him basically telling him he had to of been the most dumbest brother alive to call himself making his way inside.
"Vic... Chill... " I barked.
"For what b? Your brother is trying to get himself killed! This is a suicide!! And you're standing there as if you don't even care about him." Vic responded.
Little did he know, I was more nervous than anything, I don't know what I'll do if I lose my little brother I probably won't be able to think clearly....
-Shots Fired-

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A Hustler's Protege
Fiction générale18 year old Tony Williams thought his life was going to be great But after learning that his mom is being evicted and they have no income, Tony makes a decision that could possibly change his life forever.