If you don't remember Nick go back and read Dope Boy Ambitions One! He was King's little brother.
King
"Flight number 958 has been delayed due to severe weather conditions." The loud speaker rang throughout the entire airport. I sat there in the seat feeling lightheaded. My entire world was spinning around me quickly and I thought I was about to crash at any moment. I held my head feeling weaker and weaker by the minute considering going back to the hospital. They tried to keep me there but I insisted on leaving.
This nigga who claims to be Nick told me to meet him at the airport and here I am waiting.
My brother? Alive? Nah ain't no damn way. I slumped down in the seat and thought about the graphic memory.
"I ran over to Nick's car and saw his windshield was shattered. Nick's body was hanging out of his car. He had a gun in his left hand and blood was spread all over.
"Nick!" I yelled touching his body. I didn't get a response. He had seven bullet holes in his chest. "Nickolas!" I yelled and looked into his cold eyes that were still open.
I heard police sirens in the background but I wasn't worried about them I was worried about my brother. I grabbed his shirt and shook him. I turned his head and saw blood pouring from the back of his head. He had been shot twice back there.
"NICKOLAS!"
I snapped out of my trance hearing that goofy ass laugh. That same laugh I heard so much back in the day.
"Big bro, big bro. How you doin'."
My head turned and I found my self looking at this dude. He resembled Nick so much but it couldn't be. It just couldn't be.
I snatched him up by his shirt and slammed him into the wall. "Who the fuck are you."
"Aye relax man relax. Ease up on the Gucci." He pushed me back and dusted off his shirt. "Let me explain."
"You ain't gotta explain shit! You ain't Nick-"
This dude covered my mouth and began looking around. "Come on. I'll explain everything."
He walked away expecting me to follow him. Did I look like a clown? Shit wasn't sitting right with me.
"Did you hear me? Come on man." He said motioning me to follow.
"How I know this ain't a set up?"
He came back and stood in front of me. "Ask me anything."
"If your Nick whats our mothers name?"
"Easy. Sheri."
"Dad's name?"
"Floyd. But he died."
I put my finger on my chin. "Anybody could know that."
"Alright you right. You see that scar right there." He pointed to the back of my neck. "Moms popped your ass so hard for coming home to late it left a mark. And you see that." He touched a small dent in my forehead. "You got that from falling off your bike trying to go over a speed bump."
