Gangster Boo : Love Is Sacrifice

Gangster Boo - Veintesiete

Chapter 27 | Gangster Boo

Kingston looked down at his phone trying to figure out how Francesca had connects to his surroundings. Part of him didn't want to seem like a bitch by not listening to her, but the other part of him knew that she wouldn't do anything to hurt him which is why he should listen.

He turned and looked at the three men sitting in the car five seconds away from losing their lives. "Aye, hop out the fucking car now!" He shouted.

"What the fuck man! What about these techs and shit. We just gone leave our shit in here and walk away?" Carlito stressed.

Kingston pulled out his semi and aimed at his head, "Get the fuck out the car man. All of y'all. Let's go!" The car doors opened and the three men stepped out.

They ran as fast as they could, but the car dispersed into flames causing them all to fall down to the ground. Kingston rose off the dusty road and looked at his two bruised friends and his asthmatic father, who was coughing.

"What the hell just happened?" Montez asked concerned as he stood up off the ground. Kingston looked around the ghost town trying to figure it out himself.

"We got to split up man, aight. Montez and Carlito I'm gone need for y'all to hold it down for me out here. Pops we heading to Mexico."

They all nodded, "You gone be good?" Carlito asked. Kingston nodded and dapped up his boys.

"Keep my shit under control and don't let nobody take shit from y'all." They shook their heads in understandmeant before taking off.

His father looked at him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "What's going on with you, son?"

He could feel the suspicion in his bones as his mind flashed back to the email he had gotten when he left the hospital. Even though it seemed so surreal, it was the truth, and the truth really did hurt.

He looked up, "The only reason I was pedaling dope was because we couldn't make a living without you. And as hard as I try to feel like a fucking son to you it just pisses me off that you wasn't in our lives. I ain't have a fucking father when I stepped into this fucking world cause your ass was locked up for murder. Who the hell you kill? A judge?" He looked down at the ground once more, "Don't even answer it. In that letter you wrote my mama years back you told her that when you get out you was gone come looking for us, but I was the one that came looking for you. I did some research and come to find out your fucking mans was the one that did the hit and your bitch ass took the blame as a cover up. You was slanging for two different fucking turfs and they was coming for your ass and you lied about being a fucking thug. Nigga, it's levels to this fucking shit. I would never break ends for another nigga cause another nigga can never feed me like a woman can."

He continued, "Another nigga in the hood is another nigga shouting ignorance, not intellect. And you one ignorant motherfucker if you don't think I know what's going on right now. You claim you a fucking father, but you really another deadbeat ass nigga like the rest of them fucking cheapskates. I told you I did my fucking research on you and I found out that you already had a bail out planned cause you was fucking not only my moms but fifteen other bitches around the way including two of her friends. But you a father, right? You got more kids than them people on the fucking 20 kids and counting show. You never even touched a key or sold a brick." He spat onto the ground near his father's shoe and wiped the side of his mouth.

"Your lame ass was hiding out and not only was you being a bitch, you was watching my every fucking move the whole step of the way. And then your bitch ass gone turn around and go back to jail cause you knew I was gone bail you out. I learned a lot of shit about you King and I ain't satisfied." He reached in his back pocket and aimed it at his father.