Page 45 of Always Been You

Kole

W e certainly have quite a situation here.

After some digging, I was able to find some critical information that helped me find the answers I needed.

Even though I knew what I would ultimately do, it was something about the unknown that drew me in.

I had to understand why people made the decisions they made.

See, I could’ve killed Terror already. He wasn’t as protected as he thought he was.

I could’ve easily ended him at the restaurant, but I was having fun fucking with him.

Above anything, there was one more thing I needed to know before I finished all this shit and took my son away from this place.

The chess piece I was seeking walked into the visiting room.

The room was slow since it wasn’t a holiday.

Most people here were serving life sentences, and most times it started with plenty of visitors.

After a few years, people faded and fell off.

That was the nature of the beast. Life goes on, and when there was no hope of seeing someone outside of these walls, it was easy to forget about them.

He rounded the empty tables and towered above me as he glared at me.

I had never met this man before, but our features gave our connections away.

He was the spitting image of Terror. His tall frame and his smoothed-over facial features were a dead giveaway that he was the man responsible for him.

As I looked deeper, I saw something else. I saw a bit of myself.

“Aren’t you going to sit down, Unc?” I smiled.

“What the fuck does your bum ass daddy want?”

“He doesn’t know I’m here. He didn’t send me.”

He eased into the seat across from me. His eyes were trained on me.

I could tell he was a man full of pride.

He wasn’t a bitch by a long shot. I don’t know if prison hardened him or if he was just that way to begin with.

I had only been around him a few minutes.

My curiosity brought me here after my father called me again to make sure I was staying off of Terror’s ass.

He wouldn’t tell me why, and I knew what he was hiding had to be big.

That’s when I went through his finances.

I went through a few of his accounts and noticed he was sending money here.

Not just a few hundred dollars either. This man was raking in huge amounts of money on his books.

He had to be the richest nigga on the inside.

I dug through his background, but I couldn’t find shit.

Just a bunch of crimes and sentences, along with his alias, Ice.

I looked all night because I knew I was missing something.

It wasn’t until about 5:00 a.m. that I found a connection.

Twenty years ago, there was a big bust. So much cocaine was found that it made the newspapers.

What was the craziest part about the story was that he almost got away with it.

It was a shootout between the police and Ice, and he killed all of them.

Not one was left standing. This man killed over thirty cops that day.

He flatlined their ass. Then, two weeks later, he turned himself in.

This nigga just walked inside the prison and took a life sentence. Doesn’t make sense, right?

What I couldn’t understand was his connection to my father.

I figured I wasn’t looking deep enough, but in reality, I wasn’t looking back far enough.

I pulled his birth certificate, and I will be damned!

My dad and he shared the same father. That was the reason he didn’t want me to kill Terror.

He was family. Even that I wasn’t expecting.

“Then what the fuck do you want?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Why did you turn yourself in?”

“Damn, are you another person here to write a book? Did Marvin’s bitch ass raise a journalist?”

My eyes danced with fire. I didn’t like his tone. I don’t give a fuck if he had never laid eyes on me. I was someone to be respected. My name didn’t ring in the streets like my father’s did. I did that for a reason. I loved my freedom.

“You must have been scared, just like your son. I just wanted to tell you to your face.” I leaned close to him for effect, but he cut me off before I could finish.

“Fuck you! You think this is a fucking movie or something?” he cut me off and sprayed his spit across the table as he spoke.

“You came here for answers that you need from your father. And fuck that bitch too. You around here chasing your tail, lil’ nigga.

You heard about me, and you came here. I don’t give a fuck about what’s going on outside these walls.

But if you value your life, watch ya head when you come for my son.

The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.

” He winked his eye at me and rose from his seat.

He returned to the gate and waited for the guard to open it, allowing him to step through. He never spared me another glance.

After a few minutes, I shook off the conversation and headed to my car.

Old head put a lot on my mind. It just bothered me that he wouldn’t tell me why he turned himself in, and why my father would be paying him an exorbitant amount of money.

He had to either have something on him or a way to kill him with a snap of a finger.

Even I had to admit that the nigga that just left this room was cold.

None of it made sense, but he was right.

As soon as I touched down, I was heading straight to my father.