Hood Math (HDLY#4)

chapter thirteen

"You, of all people, should know by now, you can't kill a Bishop," Claude smirked dusting the dirt of his suit.

"Well, it's going to be church singing and flower bringing today," Train insisted still pointing the gun at his father.

Tamel shook his head, trying to shake his confusion.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Tamel asked getting in between Train and Claude.

"Nothing, we did the family reunion thing and now we're going to do the family funeral thing," Train replied.

Claude didn't flinch but instead flicked a toothpick in his mouth. "I see you still the same ole Darren."

Train got tensed. "You don't know me. Yo, Drama, move so me and pops here can have a friendly conversation with this bullet."

"Why you trying to kill him?" Tamel asked. 'This is our father. The man..."

"That nigga busted a nut in our mothers," Train recanted. "That doesn't make him our father."

"And you still have that sharp tongue," Claude recalled.

"Drama, I went along with this shit, you saw the nigga now let me ghost the nigga so we can go about our business," Train instructed.

"No, I want..."Tamel didn't understand why Train wanted to kill their father so bad.

"You still mad at me for what your mother did," Claude said.

"What?" Tamel looked at Claude.

"Not you," Claude informed.

"Yo, shut the fuck up!" Train barked. "You don't know shit. Drama, step aside."

"Look, knucklehead, you're drawing attention to yourself," Claude stated. "Not to mention you're a wanted man and now you waving a gun. I'm sure someone has called the cops and they will be on their way shortly. I mean after all do you see how quiet the streets are now."

Train looked around. They were the only ones on the corner and did started hearing police sirens.

"Son, I wish we could talk more and I can explain everything to you but right now, you got to go," Claude winked.

Train put the gun down. "We're not finished with our conversation."

"You know where I'm at now," Claude remarked.

Train didn't reply. He just told Tamel to hurry on and hopped in the backseat in the car.

"You better go," Claude said to Tamel. "I know your bean head has a lot of questions. Unfortunately we don't have time for me to answer them. But we will. Look after your brother. Go."

Tamel wanted to say something else but the sirens were getting close so Tamel ran towards the car and jumped in the driver's seat.

Claude watched as his sons drove off. He wished he had more time to clear Tamel's mind but he knew that was just a brief introduction and that he would get his chance soon enough.

He was picking up his newspapers when the first squad car rushed on the block, and two policemen came out drawing their weapons.

"Can I help you, officers?" Claude smiled.

Tamel and Train was already a few blocks away when the first patrol car pulled where they were previously at and gaining speed.

"Slow down, little nigga, I think we good," Train said from the backseat as he looked out the back window.