*Read "Sweet, Sweet, Calliope" first*
Drug Kingpin's Michael and Caleb figure they have everything they ever wanted and for Caleb that rang true, but for Michael he was missing the one thing he had turned away from five years prior; Caleb's little...
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Calliope's nails dug into his skin awakening him almost immediately. She was squeezing, digging, so hard that he knew her nails were getting under his skin. He hissed in pain as he shot up from lying back in the bed. Dawn poured through the blinds as Calliope's skin, slick with sweat, drenched the pillows and sheets.
She'd been like this for weeks, so Michael already knew what was coming next. She screamed, calling his name. Digging her nails harder. He grabbed her wrist and tried to pry her fingers from his arm. He finally got himself free seeing his blood under her nails and on his arm.
King's name was next. Daddy, daddy, daddy, she called. Her voice thick with a backlog of tears.
Michael cupped his hand under her neck, feeling the sweat on his palm. He lifted her slowly and her eyes flashed open and she went to clawing, like she did every night since the accident. He calmed her down, keeping his voice cool so she'd know she wasn't in any danger. Then she clung to him for dear life. Pulling herself into his white t-shirt and allowing the tears she'd been subconsciously holding in, out.
The bedroom door banged open and in came Caleb, wearing nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of boxers, but holding a gun in his hand. Michael looked at him and shook his head and Caleb's shoulders fell as he watched Michael comfort his sister.
Michael held her tightly, praying to God to take the pain Calliope was feeling from losing her Father away and place it on him. He'd hurt a thousand times over if that meant Calliope didn't have to suffer.
He took one look at Caleb and Caleb knew immediately what that look meant. They were going to go after whoever did this. No matter what it took. No matter the consequences.
***
Michael laughed as they slammed him into the wall of the interrogation room. His tongue slithered between his lips and he smiled. "Police brutality at it's finest huh?"
He was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and pulled down into the open chair. He laughed it off, shaking out his arms then tugging the jacket he wore forward to shake out the flipped collar. Michael sat back in the chair and looked up at the two agents.
"Agent Collier and Donnelley. Long time no see. Don-Don how's the wife and kids? Are they doing okay? Your twin boys are what? Eight, nine?"
Agent Donnelley's teeth clenched as his palms rested on the table and he leaned forward. "Are you threatening my family, boy?"
Michael's smile slowly dropped and he shook his head. "Nah massa Donnelley. I's never put my foots in my mouths like that. Jus' ignore me ima just a house nigga boss."
The cops had escorted Michael and Caleb down to the local precinct, but when the higher-ups got a whiff of who was in custody they quickly moved up the food chain. And soon the FBI had taken over, but Michael and Caleb were well equipped with the plays of the justice system.
