climbs a few more notches. The level of disrespect from Profit is straining the fuck out of my patience. The line rolls to voice mail and I disconnect the call and rush over to the bedroom window. âHis car isnât parked in his drive,â I tell Mason. âMaybe he already knows.â
âKidnapped.â Mason is visibly shaken. Dribbles has always had her problems but there is no doubt that Mason loves her. âAlice Carver.â
I glance back at hearing him say his motherâs name. Heâs struggling to keep his emotions in check.
âLetâs roll,â Mason orders.
We take thirty minutes to shit, shower, and change before scrambling out. Iâm aware that the second we walk out the door that all hell is gonna break loose. Fat Aceâs miraculous rise from the dead will be official.
We take two steps out the door and see Profitâs ride blaze down Ruby Cove toward his crib.
âWait. There he goes.â
I spot his girl TaâShara in the back seat and Dribbles riding shotgun. The anxiety rolling around in my gut relaxes a bit even as Mason and I break out into a slow trot toward Masonâs old place.
When the car is parked, Dribbles climbs out and the first thing I see is the battery of bruises on her face.
âWhat the fuck?â Mason takes off.
As weâre rushing toward the house, niggas around us stop dead in their tracks. Next comes the finger pointingâand then the whispers.
âPROFITâMOM,â Mason barks when heâs inches from the driveway.
Profit climbs out of the car and freezes.
Mason quickens his pace.
Dribbles removes her shades. âOh my God.â Her mouth falls open and then, in the next second, she slaps a hand across it in stunned disbelief. âMason.â
Profit is still unable to move as his mother takes off running.
Mason grins from ear to ear as he sweeps his mother up into his arms and swings her around.
âMy baby! My baby!â Dribbles shouts. She doesnât give a damn about the crowd they drew. She keeps peppering Masonâs burned face with kisses. âYouâre alive! Youâre alive!â
Profit moves away from his car door like a rusted robot, his eyes dilated with shock. He takes in the afro, the beardâand the eyes. âHow in the fuck?â At last, he accepts that his eyes arenât playing tricks on him and the biggest smile Iâve ever seen monopolizes his face.
Mason sets his mom back down in time to receive a quick one-armed hug and a shoulder bump from his little brother.
âI donât understand? How in the fuck are you alive? Where the fuck have you been?â Profit fires off.
âWell, I fuckinâ missed you, too.â Mason sweeps both his momma and his brother into his mountainous arms.
âOh, shit. It is that muthafucka!â
A lone voice shouts from behind us. A thick mob, about fifty deep, creeps toward us like the zombies on Walking Dead . Their eyes are wide. Their mouths open.
âYo, Fat Ace is alive,â another voice shouts.
âFat Ace! Fat Ace!,â they chant at the top of their voices until his name rings out from every inch of Ruby Cove.
Sixty deep.
Seventy deep.
Eighty deep.
This Lewis family Kodak moment transforms into a city-block celebration. Shots are fired in the air and somebody cranks up the music. Itâs official. Memphisâs chief Vice Lord is back.
The streets will never be the same.
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Qiana
âY ou need to get rid of that damn baby,â Liâl Bit says, shaking her head. âIt was all over the news last night that they found that bitch and Tyneshiaâs bodies last night.â
âI know. I know.â I sit across from her at my kitchen table, tryna spoon-feed Jayson this yucky oatmeal stuff, but heâs more interested in playing in the shit and splashing it everywhere.
âYou know?â Liâl Bit asks. âThen whatâs the plan? Youâre
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