Ayan's pov
I was lying in bed when I heard yelling somewhere in the house. I got out of bed and walked into Ayodele and I's jack and Jill bathroom, to wash my face.
"yan I'm peeing !" Niya screeched as I grabbed a towel .
"Nobody give a shit , your piss smells like Cheerios .heuning neut." I said laughing
I heard her flush the toilet and wash her hands and I started patting my face dry
"Watch your mouth " I felt a stinging sensation and cold water hit the back of my neck
She ran out the bathroom and locked it from the other side
Whatta whore i laughed to myself and walked back in my room
"You know he was sick , this isn't right Afalin! " I heard Amaor whisper yelling in the hallway.
I ran to my white rustic double doors and pressed my ear against it trying to listen
"-being sick has nothing to do with it! This was his dying wish and we will respect that.God dammit Amaor" he hissed back
"We ? WE ? You will !I deserve the money, I deserve this cartel . I deserve everything he has . I'm his first born!"
"You only care about the money. You only care about the money , while he was in the hospital you weren't there ! Ayodele was though , he knows her heart but he also know you have selfish hands !"
"Fuck her-"
" That's our sister!"
"That stole everything I was supposed to have. I'm going to the lawyer and protesting against his will"
"You're still a part of it Amaor "
"There's the difference, I want it all to be mine "
I stopped listening. He's so foolish, if he really protested against his will it would go to court and what he going to say ? Oh I want my papas illegal continental drug cartel because I'm the oldest son . Yea fucking right , I knew this was going to happen . I used to hear mama , papa, and Uncle Zaire discussing it. Papa would say
"Afalin was his Last boy and he wanted to see him do all the manly things he couldn't accomplish, like solving an 1000 piece puzzle, me needed the patience he was level headed despite his Asperger Syndrome, he understood what any situation needed " he would joke and reasoning "Ayan his baby girl needed to become an artist so she can put her best work in his condo in queens, and make it her art studio " and that always made me smile or that "Amaor is his first born but had the heart of my mothers parents who died of greed after they had crossed the Cartel by kidnapping Ayodele, Afalin, and him and taking them back to the South Sudan and papas men had to kill them . Yet he always held a grudge against Papa and that's why he doesn't have his trust to run the empire" but Ayodele? To him she was the perfect fit "she's had the determination to run it since she was six , she'd never asked directly but he saw it in her actions . After the kidnapping she always watched her surroundings and the well beings of others. She had the heart . But when she was mad . Her fathers African bull showed . Face hot and red as the sun ." Ma sometimes even swore her hair caught fire . Everyone eventually knew Ayodele was the future but Amaor didn't care he only wanted for himself and get revenge for a story that did not replay correctly in his head . he's going to raise hell and if Afalin doesn't tell Dele , I'll make sure I will .
I got up and walked through the bathroom, Kanye's Life of Pablo album blared from under her door.
"Ayodele! AYODELE! We need to talk !" I banged on her door "JOY"
She opened the door with a joint held to her lips and Niya was sitting on the bed rolling more
"Come in" she moved aside
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Ayodele's decimate
Action"kry dit hanteer of ek sal dit hanteer, deur die bloed op jou hande my manne sal eet. En as daar is bloed aan myne, jy werk nie reg gedoen." I sneered into the phone. "SILLY RABBITS TRICKS ARE FOR MOTHERFUCKERS WHO READY TO DIE" I threw it into the...
