Crossroads

Ch. 22: Never-Ending Mess

Daniel

9:30 a.m.

I was hauled out of my slumber by the obnoxious sound of my ringtone. I groaned and reached over on the nightstand feeling for my phone as it rang. I squinted my eyes and looked at the name displaying on my iPhone screen.

Private number? Who the hell would call me on a private number?

I hesitated before answering the call.

"Hello?" I answer confused.

"Good morning, sunshine," a soft, yet demonic voice said.

"Who the hell is this?" I sat up.

"Let's just say I'm a very good friend of yours," he chuckled.

Then suddenly I recognized the ugly voice by the thick Mexican accent.

"Juan? You son-of-a-bitch. You got some nerve calling my fucking phone." I sat up and flung the covers off of me so I could turn and place my feet on the ground.

"Awe, poor Diggy. After all these years you still have built up anger inside of you."

"It's only been two years. You killed my uncle because you were being a jealous pussy and couldn't have all that he had. But it's mine now. And I'll be damned if I let you take it away from me. I paid you your money. Leave me the fuck alone." I said through gritted teeth.

"Blah, blah, blah, Daniel. Shut the fuck up. That's not why I called. I didn't kill your uncle, but hypothetically speaking, what if I told you I know who did it?"

What the hell kind of game was he trying to play with me right now? When Cam and I went to have a meeting with Uncle Duce we saw Juan and his goons surrounding my uncle as one of them cut his head off and held it in their hands by his dreads. Even if he did not do it himself, he was very much involved so I didn't understand where he was going with this.

"That doesn't matter. You orchestrated his death."

He paused for a second and didn't deny that he was involved. "And you caused the deaths of three of my best men. Did you I'd let you get away with that?Anyway, it was Khalil Underwood. I believe you know him."

My heart hammered in my chest. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Listen, I'm not playing games, Diggy. Khalil killed your uncle. End of fucking story!"

He hung up and I looked at my phone confused. Was he telling the truth? Why would he tell me this? And so sudden.

If he was trying to piss me off he sure did succeed. Damn man, my uncle meant so much to me. He was like my second dad, my best friend, a big brother. He was there for me when my parents weren't. He supported me when my parents didn't. He was actually the one who encouraged me to approach India for the first time because I was scared she would reject me. He gave me money to take her out on dates and everything. Uncle Duce was always there for me man. I missed him so much. And now I didn't have him nor my parents to run back to. I was supposed to be running his business but I had been neglecting it. I was not focused on that right now. I was only eighteen and taking part in such was scary. Although I knew I didn't have to, I wanted to. To honor him. To finish what he couldn't.

I sighed, got out of bed and went straight to my bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. As I walked back into my room my phone vibrated on my bed. I picked it up and open the email that was sent to me.