Astray (See No Evil Book Two)

The Saga Continues: Brandon

"Y'all sure this is the house?"

"Yeah B, looks just like it did in the picture CJ sent us".

My right hand, Josiah, is a true trooper for taking this trip with me. He never let me go handle business alone, which is why he's my most loyal partner. Reminded me a lot of Tyreik, which is why I flew my ass to Alabama to begin with. Word got to me that some country ass nigga and his crew killed my best friend. Tyreik wasn't one to harm anybody, only when it was needed. Him and I were tight since middle school. We had our differences, which brought him down here. At the end of the day, he's still my boy, and I have to retaliate and off the fuckers who took his life away. Ty didn't even want to do this shit anymore. He was sold on the fact that it was something else out here for us and he was going to find it. I wasn't on that hippy shit he was on though. I wanted my money and I wanted it quick. I was born into this street shit and Imma die in this street shit. There is no other way for me. It's all I know.

According to Josiah, this old nigga named Jaivon and his son Kane are linked together in the drug trade. So, my plan is to off the fucker and his old man and take my black ass back to the city. Ever since Hazel blind ass killed Sincere, I tried to figure out where I'm standing in the streets. I'm no longer the infamous Coke's bodyguard for lack of a better word, so what does that leave for me? Yeah, I sell a few things here and there to keep paper in my pocket, but I want more. I want the spotlight. I want to be head distro in every borough in New York city. I want to be king. I just have no idea how I'm about to get to that spot. All I know is, it's mine and I'm going to get it.

They say Kane lives in L.A. with a wife and kid. He didn't get along too well with his pops but had to come pay the old man a visit for personal reasons. Reasons that I didn't give a fuck about. The fact that they're in the same place together does nothing but help me out and save me a trip. I'm going to revenge Tyreik's death. And it will end in bloodshed.

"Y'all ready?", I asked my crew. Their only answer was pulling their ski masks over their faces. I twisted the silencer on the barrel of my gun and jumped out of the passenger side of my Hummer truck. We walked right up to the front door, no fear in our hearts. I had one of the big niggas in my crew, Lawrence, kick the door down. When he did, we stepped through the threshold and my eyes searched for my target.

"What the fuck!"

And there he is. Kane came running out of the kitchen, reaching behind him like he was going to draw a weapon. I was known for my quick draw when I was rolling with Sincere, and it has done nothing but gotten better. I know Kane was confident he was going to end my life, but I quickly ended his. Hope his wife is ready to plan his funeral.

"Where you at you old piece of shit?", I called out.

I motioned for some of the crew to check upstairs and the rest of them followed me. The house seemed quiet, which was weird to me. For this man to be so rugged as they say he is, he sure doesn't have shit going on.

I turned the corner into the dining room and locked eyes with my last target. He looked up at me, a smile on his face.

"I've done so much shit in my life. Tell me, what do I owe this death?", he asked me.

"This is for you murdering my brother, Tyreik".

"Can't say I remember a Tyreik".

"You don't have to remember, mother fucker. As long as I do".

"At least let me see the face of the man who is finally going to put me out of my misery".

Fuck it. I snatched my mask off and pointed the gun at his head. He squinted his eyes, as if trying to recognize me.

"Brandon?", he asked.

"How the fuck do you know my name?"

My crew were behind me, looking at each other confused. I was just as lost as them. I should've just came in here and knocked him off without all this talking.

"My name is Jaivon".

"I know your fuckin' name, old timer".

"Your mother never talked about me?"

I rushed over to him and yanked him up by his shirt. I'm younger but I still have more build than most niggas.

"The fuck do you know about my mother and why the hell does she know a nigga like you?"

Jaivon smiled at me again. This time it was more like a father does when he's proud of a son.

"I take it you killed my son Kane".

"Yeah, so what? Answer my questions!"

"Brandon, I'm your father".

I let go of his shirt and backed up a little.

"You're not my father. My mom said my father died in the military".

"Your mother was always one to make up stories. That's why I married her".

My mother told me at a young age that my father died. It was right before she moved down here actually. Left me with my grandmother and told me she coming to find work. Well, she never came back, and we only spoke sparingly.

"Your mother, Yvette, is a fine woman. I took care of her and you and your siblings. She was the one who introduced me to the game".

"If that's true, then why did she lie to me?"

"Son, that's something you will have to ask her".

A shook my head and pointed the gun back at him.

"I don't believe shit you're saying my nigga".

"Let's just end this old geezer, boss", Josiah whispered to me.

"Wait!", Jaivon yelled. "Just give me a chance to prove it".

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it up and pulled out a picture that looked old and worn out. He handed it to me, and I snatched it out of his hand to look. There was the poof. A picture that I've seen so many times at my grandmother's house.

"That's me, you, your mom, and all your older siblings. This was right before I moved down here".

I couldn't stop staring at the picture. The one nigga I came here to kill, the one nigga who took my brother away, is my fuckin' father. Now ain't that 'bout a bitch.