Mario POV
Pissed off is an understatement of how I'm feeling right now. I'm in killer mode right now and I swear anybody that gets on my nerves can get this work. I'm not trying to play these dumb ass games especially when it has to do with my family. Dumb ass bitches really got my wife over here stressing which is something I'm not about to have. I'm the only one allowed to stress her out.
I parked my car and hopped out of it. I walked up to get door and banged on it with my fist. Fuck ringing the bell cause this bitch wants to play games.
The door opened and I came face to face with Christy.
"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?" She asked. I sucked my teeth and let myself into the house.
"Where's your trifling ass mother?" I asked as I went room to room, looking for Violet.
"First of all, she's not trifling. Second of all, she's not home right now. You can leave your name and number and I'll deliver the message." Christy said, trying to be funny.
"Does it look like I'm playing with your ass Christy. Where the fuck is your mother?" I asked through clenched teeth.
"I just told you, I have no idea where she is. Why do you need to know so bad?" She asked, folding her arms against her chest.
"None of your damn business. If she shows up then call me." I said before exiting the house.
Violet really wants to continuously play games with me. She must not know me or what I use to do but trust me, she's gonna find out real soon.
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"Damn nigga, what the fuck got you looking all hulk mad and shit?" Tyrese asked once I entered the warehouse, infuriated.
"Tell me how Jasmine receives a video from a private number of somebody holding Nasir in the hospital. What type of bullshit is that?! The video didn't even show a face but I swear to God if it's Violet, I'm cutting her fuck head off. These people never let my family be peaceful, they always fuck with me until they see the real me." I snapped.
"What? Please tell me you're playing. Someone was holding Nasir in the hospital nursery?" Tyrese asked. This nigga is so fucking slow!
"Yes! Does it look like I would be lying about a stranger touching my son?" I asked.
"Somebody is really looking to die and they just signed their death wish by sending that video. I'm so fucking tired of people messing with my family bro. It's fine to go after me but when you come for my baby nephew or my family, we've got a serious issue." Anthony said. I can tell he is just as mad as I am right now.
"These people out here really don't value their lives. They should have done some motherfucking research on me before they decided to fuck with me. I can have them dead and their entire existence erased from history in less than 24 hours, but yet people still fuck around with me and my family." I said. I had to take a seat before I break something.
"Wait, is my nigga bringing out the old Mario?" Anthony asked, getting hype as shit.
"Shut the hell up Anthony. You said the same shit when Jasmine was in the hospital. You know what-just shut the fuck up. You're on a Tyrese level of stupid right now." I said, shaking my head.
"Woah nigga, I ain't dumb. I'm just a free spirit." Ty said, smirking.
"No nigga, you're just dumb as shit. I don't know how you graduated college but you did. You probably fucked the professor to pass." Anthony said.
"I ain't gonna deny that because I did fuck the professor but not to pass. I did that on my own. Studying while high then taking the finals while high really does work." He said. I sucked my teeth and tuned him out. I'm literally loosing brain cells.
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Royals: Next Generation
General FictionFourth book in the Royals series. Read Royals, The Throne, and The Empire before this book.