THE KINGPIN

Chapter 1 Young king

I laid in the middle of street clutching my chest wondering how the fuck did I end up in this position. Me a fucking kingpin I run this fucking city and showed these muthafuckas nothing but fucking love. As my eyes got Low if I pull through them niggas was gone pay with there life.

Mark:

Growing up I had it easy my momma was a Queen and my Daddy was a kingpin that is. They ran the streets of Harlem and I was the prince of Harlem. Everybody showed us love. My pops Carlos was black and Mexican so he moves way different then your average hustler. My mother was Mexican and beautiful she was my daddy's queen but all that glitz and glamor shit didn't live forever. We were at one of his houses he was showing me how to measure up the dope how to package it pricing and everything.

"Mark this game is not checkers there are no friends in this game. You and your family are all that u have keep your so called friends close but keep your enemies closer."

I nodded my head and looked at the cameras on the wall I seen masked men downstairs in the kitchen. My eyes almost popped out my head I couldn't believe my eyes these men had Ak's and choppers.

"Dad there are men down stairs in the kitchen."

I whispered and pointed at the tv on the wall.

"Listen to me take this gun go in that closet do not make a fucking sound until you here me and if anybody other then me come to the closet Shot."

My dad grabbed a bullet prof vest sent a text to somebody grabbed his gun and mask and headed downstairs. As we went down stairs I put my mask and vest on as well as I sat in the closet. All I heard was gun shots it sound like more then the two men that had entered the house. I could no longer just sit in the closet. I headed down stairs I peeked around the corner and saw my dad. About to take a shot to the back of the head. I shot the man in his leg and as he fell in pain I stood over him and shot him in his head. In that moment I was no longer a little boy I was a man.

"MARK DIDNT I TELL YOU TO STAY IN THAT DAMN CLOSET WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING."

My dad screamed at me. I couldn't hear anything he was saying I was in a daze. He picked me up and ran to the car. We pulled off but I notice that we were not going in the direction of home.

"Listen to mark and listen to me closely this stays between me and you don't even tell your mother."

I just nodded my head. We pulled up to a wear house we went in and took everything off. We burned everything threw the guns into some type of furnace shit was hot enough the melt glass. We showered in bleach and changed are closed I was surprised he had closed that fit me.

"Mark you haven't said a word are u ok?"

"Yea I'm fine things just happened so damn fast."

"Yea I know after today things won't be the same that first kill sticks in your head but you gone be fine cause your my son and this shit here is in your blood."

"Yea I know pops."

At 16 I became a man I was on longer a little boy I was no longer Lil mark.