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I ended the call and seconds later, Pretty Boy walked into the tattoo shop. All three of us were getting king of hearts tattoos in honor of Truck. I was excited because Jay never wanted to get tattoos with me. She was a tat virgin and I just couldn’t fucking relate but King and Pretty Boy? They were tatted up. It would be cathartic getting inked with them after losing Truck. It seemed fitting for the one-year anniversary of his tragic death.
I finally relented Truck’s king of hearts chain and hung it around his urn so I needed something to take its place. The tattoo was perfect.
“I’m sorry for being late y'all, I had to interview a new driver. It was a woman,” Pretty Boy raised his eyebrows and smirked.
Since Sumo brought back the money he stole from the Legion of Kings, King was able to set up all the three kings with our own businesses and he was working his way down the line of lower-levels. I was the proud owner of an ice cream shop called Juju’s Spot. Pretty Boy’s cellphone and computer repair shop got put on hold so he could get the trucking company off the ground. He had a small fleet of trucks and drivers that he used to move legit merchandise but also the guns that the Kings started moving after Marsh was elected governor of California. King owned a sneaker boutique called King Kicks where he employed all lower-level kings. Pretty Boy’s fleet of trucks helped to employ other kings and so did my ice cream shop.
In under a year, the Kings had spread out to Compton and Watts. We were poised to go for Long Beach next. There was no stopping our reach now that we had the governor and police in our pockets.
“And let me guess, you fucked this woman?” I asked, looking at Pretty Boy incredulously.
“Not yet. I’m setting it up. Only after she’s hired though. I don’t need her to fuck me just to get the job. She’s qualified enough.”
“Like you give a fuck,” King laughed. I wondered if Jay knew about Pretty Boy’s newest hire. They were still just friends because Jay refused to go there again with Pretty Boy. She kept saying she didn’t have time for a relationship but I knew it was bullshit.
She moved into the apartment off Crenshaw with us when I decided to move in with King and the awkward energy between her and Pretty Boy was palpable, to say the least.
“I can’t hire someone just because they’re sexy as fuck. I need real fucking drivers,” he frowned.
“Okay, King, Jupiter, and…Pretty Boy,” the tattoo artist said looking at the appointment form in front of him.
“Yeah, that’s us,” King said, standing.
“Let’s get you guys back here so we can lay some new ink on you. You’re all getting the King of Hearts card, right?” he asked, still looking over our paperwork.
“Yeah, with Darren ‘Truck’ Williams inside,” I said, making sure he saw all the notes I wrote.
“Right, okay. Got it. Let’s go.” He smiled at us and we all went back to our respective artists. I got my king of hearts tattoo on my forearm along with Truck’s birthday. King got his on the right side of his chest and Pretty Boy got his on his shoulder.
It took a little over an hour for all of us to be done and the first thing we did once we were finished was take a picture. The three kings forever representing our fallen brother. Truck would always live on in our hearts, and now we were able to permanently carry him with us.
King shit.
