Family Hustle : "I Am My Brother's Keeper"

Chapter Thirteen : "Another Man Down"

-Vinny

Pulling up at the auto body shop on 11th ave, I see my uncle Victor putting in work. That's one thing I respected about my unc, even though he was making racks off of drug money, he still worked a regular job and remained humble. Unlike the customer he was attending to. "Unc, my baby moms busted my window out, I need you to fix it!" Tommy says. "Damn again?" Victor laughs. "Unc stop playing c'mon, you know I can't be seen in the streets like this." Tommy pleads. "Aight young bull , that's gone run you $550" Vic says with his hand out. Tommy quickly pulls out a band of hundred dollar bills and peels off six and hands it to Vic. "Thanks unc!" Tommy says. "Oh look at what the cat drug in!" Vic says taking his attention off of Tommy. "Wasup Unc?" I say giving him a hand shake. "Ain't none, just taking care of your hardheaded ass brother" he says laughing at Tommy. "Yeah yeah , what you doing up here anyway?" Tommy asks. "He came to talk big boy business, you don't none about that old sport" Vic says putting his arm around me , guiding me into his office. I could tell Tommy was jealous. He stared me down through the windows of his office. Vic locks the door behind him and sits down in his chair. "So ya old man told you the good news?" He asks with a huge smile on his face. "Yeah , I feel like the man now" I say back. "You should young blood, that's why we're having a celebration tonight" he says pulling a bottle of Moet out of his mini fridge. "Oh word?" I say surprised. Unc nods his head while popping the bottle open, pouring both of us a glass. "Cheers to the Demons" he says putting his glass. "Cheers to the demons" I say clinking my glass with his.

15 minutes later we go back out to the the shop and Victor's home boy fixed up Tommy's window. "Thanks again Unc" Tommy says kissing ass. "Yeah yeah young bull, you coming to celebrate tonight" Vic asks Tommy. "What celebration? Tommy asks. "Ya boy is a co CEO of the demons" Vic says patting my chest. "Wait what?" Tommy asks as if Vic mumbled it. "Yo brother is the co CEO of the DaVinci Demons kid" Vic repeated. "What the fuck?" Tommy grew angrily. "So you mean to tell me my fucking father chose him over me?" He says turning red. "Tom it ain't even like that" I say reaching out to him. "Nah nigga it is like that." Tommy says pushing my hand away from him and stepping to me. "Hey hold on now, y'all are brothers, y'all not finna do that shit right here" Vic says standing in between us. "Now would you look at this shit, turn the tv up" a customer in the shop says. "42 year old African American male found in a hotel room at the Renaissance New York Hotel 57. Detectives say the male was robbed, brutally beaten and then shot twice in the back. Detectives are looking for the robbers but also they will be sending the male to jail due drug paraphernalia being found in his hotel room. Detectives also say they believe this male could be connected to the drug gang by the name of the "DaVinci Demons". If anyone has any answers please contact.." The reporter stated. "What the hell?" I say. "I'm out" Tommy says hopping into his car. "Don't worry about his ass Vincent, any man that doesn't want to see you happy, isn't your family. Remember that." Unc says to me. "You right Unc. I'll see you tonight." I say to him. "Fasho CEO" he says smiling. I hop in my car and head to Saks Fifth Avenue on 5th ave. Papi needs some new shit for the celebration.