“Bet. Tell Ayla I’ll be there. I promise. This might get sticky, but I ain’t gon’ miss this.”
“What’s going on? You need back up?” A frown stretched over Mossi’s face.
“Nah, I gotta handle this one myself. Just make sure she’s good. Tell her to have a good time and enjoy herself.”
“Aight.” Although Mozzi was curious, he trusted Kong, and if he said he was good, then he was.
Little did he know, his brother was making big moves tonight, and the Blackmoor family was going to reap all the benefits.
Kong parked his car on the curb outside the Whitaker’s home and looked up at the two-story structure. Emeric’s car was in the driveway, and only the lights on the bottom floor were on. The sun was beginning to set, casting a bit of a shadow over their block as he puffed on his cigarette and studied the house withsquinted eyes. In his hand was the results of the DNA test he’d run on Neo. Part of him expected it to be false hope, but when he read the numbers, it almost stopped his heart. His intuition had been spot on. He didn’t know how or why, but he had the facts. Now, he wanted the answers. He checked the time on the dash and saw that it was almost 7:30.
Pushing his car door open, he flicked his cigarette butt into the wind and slammed his door shut. Moving toward the sidewalk, Kong adjusted his black blazer and started up the sidewalk to their wraparound front porch. The home was in a decent urban neighborhood with a two-car garage. The yards were sizeable, and everyone had a nice car. He assumed Emeric was just starting to touch some real paper but was impressed considering he came from nothing and had worked his way into his current position. Kong heard the whimpering and yelling when he approached the front door to ring the bell. With a frown, he paused and listened.
“I told you to stay out my shit, bitch!”
Slap!
“Emeric, no! You promised you wouldn’t hit me again!” Darcy pleaded. “Please!”
“Bitch, I’ll break any promise I ever made to you if you keep trying me!” he barked.
Kong raised his hand and pressed the doorbell. The chimes throughout the entry of the house silenced them inside, and he heard loud footsteps coming toward the front door. Weed smoke escaped when Emeric flung the door open, eyes bloodshot and glossed over like he was high off more than za. Startled by Kong’s presence, his hardened expression molded into something else. Clothes wrinkled and disheveled, he poked his head out the front door to look past him and make sure he was alone. Paranoia. He was high, probably off that same bullshit Moose just kicked.
“What you doing here?” Emeric wiped the tip of his nose.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Look, Kong,” Emeric sniffled, “now ain’t a good time?—”
“Make time.” Kong stepped past him into his home, and Emeric felt some kind of way about it as his face balled up.
Darcy pulled herself from the floor and leaned against the arched frame of their living room. Barefoot, blouse ripped, skirt rising up her waist, she looked like she’d been in here fighting for her life. There were broken pieces of glass on the floor and a bottle of bourbon on the table with a half-filled glass.
“What’s this about?” Emeric asked, stumbling past him into the living room to grab his drink.
He was moving like Kong couldn’t peep the tension in the room. There was also no sign of Neo, which alarmed him. Darcy looked at Kong, weak and timid as she bit on her thumbnail. There was something dark and chilling resting in his glare.
“I know about you, Mira, her operation, and what she did for you,” Kong declared.
Once Clue got him the results, he had him start investigating a few more things about Emeric. He frequented Mira’s spots regularly. Although Darcy was a petite thing, Emeric had a fetish for dumb thick women, damn near plus size. He’d fuck the smaller chicks, but he preferred those video vixen types from back in the day. Small waist and ass that can block any view. Swallowing his liquor, Emeric’s jaw tightened, and he reached in the ashtray for his blunt to spark.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he slurred, taking a pull from the blunt and swaying a bit where he stood.
Kong didn’t wait for him to give another bullshit response.Click Clack!His gun was now in his hand at his side.
Gasping, Darcy’s hands fell against her mouth, and she cowered into a corner.
“I ain’t here to repeat myself. I followed the paper trail, or lack of one I should say. Just enough to make this adoption look legit. But it’s not, is it?” Kong tilted his head.
Emeric didn’t say anything. He simply took another tug of the blunt, so Kong raised his gun and shot past him.
“Agh!” Darcy screamed. “Tell him!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Emeric ordered through gritted teeth.
Kong walked right up on him and swung his pistol across his face.
Choking on his blood, Emeric hit the ground and remained face down.
