#SorryNotSorry

Chapter Twelve - #SorryNotSorry

Fuck a song selection! Kailar up in this bitch!

I had my crew ransack Tasha's lil crew and take everything they had. Everyone in the opposing crew, other than the ones Ghost had infiltrating, were dead and were taken to be burned. Now it was only me and Tasha. If only I could find the bitch.

I called my pops. Nothing.

I called up both my aunts. Nothing.

I went to her house. Nothing.

I guess she finally got spooked when Rico and Darren didn't show up to they lil meeting or whatever.

I stop by Velero in my old hood to gas up cuz a bitch ran out a whole tank searching for this hoe. When I finished gassing up, I peeked in the store and saw Tasha in there. Instead of rolling up on her causing a scene I fell back and followed her. I followed in my father's footsteps with cars, so there's no way she knew it was me. She ended up goin back to the Cliff to Yolanda's house. That's the last place I would've dreamed she would be. If it was only one thing could agree on, it was that we couldn't stand that so called mother we had. Even if we did still have love for her.

She parked in front, so I took a block like I didn't wanna just run her ass down a second before. When I passed the back driveway, I noticed one of my dad's cars in it. The actual fuck? Since when my daddy even talk to my mama in all these years. Something ain't right. I stashed my switchblade in my left boot and my .45 in my purse. No way in hell I'm getting caught up with now one of them. I love my pops till my casket drops, but he better not be crossing me. Something ain't right.

Before thinking, I hopped out the car and opened the front door as quiet as I could. Looking at the scene before me almost took me back to my childhood fantasies. My dad, mom and Tasha were sitting at the dining room table talking and laughing like they did that regularly. They noticed me standing there after a while and stopped dead in their tracks and stared like they'd been caught doing something wrong.

I took a seat at the head of the table looking around at the three until my eyes focused on Tasha. She still dying tonight.

"So what do I owe the pleasure," my mother asked in a plain tone.

Eyes still fixed on Tasha with a sly smirk I answered, "ask your deranged, conniving, hoeish, pedophile daughter."

"Why she gotta be all that?" my father asked blowing smoke from his nose. Oh, they didn't know? I guess I'm laying everything on the table right now.

"Tasha? Should I tell everything? Or should I just kill you right damn now?" I raised a brow pulling a prerolled blunt from my purse. I planned on smoking it after I killed her, but right now is a good time as any.

She mugged across the table making my smirk turn into a full blown smile. This shit is hilarious to me. "What she talkin about, Tash, and don't you lie to me," my mother started to mug going back from me to Tasha.

Tasha didn't say anything, so that was my cue to lay all the dirty laundry Cantrell told me before I burned him alive.

"Did y'all know that Junior and Kevin have a little brother? From their real father's side? His name is Kamden. As in my son Kamden. Cantrell was fucking with Tasha for money. That's how he even ended up in the crew," I laughed.

My mother and father looked at me like I just said I killed Obama. They had no idea all the juice I had on all three of them. It's all coming out tonight. "Shatasha, please tell me she lyin," my mother turned and asked her.

My father scratched his chin then looked over at me, "Kai ain't lyin, Londa. It makes perfect sense. I always said that them boys look too much alike."

"My daughter is not a fuckin pedophile, Kendall! If those boys are Cantrell's, then that means Tasha had to be fuckin that boy since he was 14! His balls was barely dropped!"

I laughed louder at Yolanda. She just didn't know. She fucked up both of her daughters. "Well, mother, Yolanda, sometimes rape victims turn into sexual offenders themselves when they get older. If there was any parenting actually going on, then maybe you wouldn't have some fucked up kids. I can say that I wouldn't do it though. Not when it's so much grown man D that gets thrown my way. Speaking of grown man D, ma, who's Tasha's real father? I heard it was Ghost," I cut my eyes to my father.

He kept quiet glaring at my mother. She looked at me and tried to make some fake tears come from her eyes.

"Yolanda, cut that shit out! You irking the hell outta my nerves! You know your hoe ass was fuckin Ghost. Everybody could notice that. He the one told me he was my daddy!" Tasha yelled.

I laughed to myself then slammed on the table demanding everyone's attention. "So Yolanda was fuckin with my godfather. My sister allegedly had babies with a man I loved, then got jealous when I had his child which is why she's trying to dethrone me. Pops was fuckin with Miss Nadine, so Sammy fuck around be my other sister. Y'all just fucked up. Oh, but me? Ghost is on standby to be killed when the DNA test get back. Cantrell is dead. Tortured and burned. Still waiting on the two DNA tests for that one. Sammy will be my sister regardless, so she skates. What will happen to us? We'll see."

Tasha laughs and stands from the table like she's going to do something. I stand up myself and lay my gun on the table. I see Yolanda trying to inch her hand across the table to my gun and I hit her with a strong right hook making her fall to the floor.

My dad chuckles lightly and says, "This is why you were chosen. You got the heart of a lion! Only snake muhhfuckkas do the shit your moms and sister do. I was straight forward with my dirt. Yolanda only wanted the money. She knew Tasha wasn't mine and had you to trap me."

"So, do you regret me?" I raise a brow. He only ever treated me like his child when it was beneficial to him. Sometimes I would call just to talk and he would rush me off of the phone.

"Nah, Kai. You my only child. I knew you were special from the day you were born. I would've taken you from alla this, but ya moms kept holding my freedom above my head if I did. Everything you have now would've never been there. I wouldn't be here. I would've been gone for some years baby girl."

I nodded my head and saw a gleam from a gun out the corner of my eye. The silhouette of a lady approaching through the hallway put a smile on my face. Everyone at the table looked confused by the awkward smile on my face and I closed my eyes tight secretly hoping the shooter came for me. A silenced gunshot rang right beside my head and I heard a body drop. I exhaled hard and opened my eyes to face the shooter.

"My fucking God! ..."