"Cash stay your head in the books and don't ever let pussy steal your power or dishonor family. Let no woman break this family apart." -Supreme
A woman was made for a man. She is his rib and the right woman can build a man up, help him to rule nations and she can also break down a man, rip apart his soul and steal his Kingdom. Onika Sin is our she -devil and angel in disguise. The way she is charming, sexual, deceiving and yet she slowly poisons your soul with the kiss of her lips. Sitting on top of my father's billboard is black crows. Successful entrepreneur, full time gangster and my father. Hundreds of them cover the naked tree. A group of crows are called a murder and for the past seven days seven people who I consider friends have died. The latest victim was only ten years old and my half - brother. He died because of me. He died because I allowed pussy to dishonor our family and a woman to tear our family apart.
My secret hovers over my head like the crows flying in circles. I am marked for death and I am in love. Only a man crazy in love and lust would take foolish risks. Dead bodies, sirens, limbs, found in the Fort of Ferry and all because he wants his wife back. Supreme has fallen fool for Onika just I had. I know who the murderer is but I have to honor the code of never snitching. Death before dishonor has always been what my father has instilled in us.. I am guilty of every dead body. I am a murderer though I have never shot the bullet and my secret and my truth makes me an accessory to murder. I was never at the scene of the crime but easily my actions could get me tried,convicted and executed by the hands of my father.
The scent of Gigi's restaurant signature candy yams and collards greens fills the air. The smell of Avenue's pizza, a Mercedes Benz pulling into Mandela's gas station playing , "no flex zone." The city surveillance by video cameras , the police station at the corner and yet no one has seen no crime committed.
All he wants is for his woman to come home. He can't and never will accept defeat. He will never digest the fact another man took from him. Gunshots rings in the air and a few minutes later the sound of sirens echo in the air. I want to spill my guts but the wrath of my father would mean death. No questions ask as to why. He is thirsty for revenge, blood on his hands mean nothing because venom pumps through his blood..
Money, my twin on the other hand is thirsty to be my father's successor. He about the life of crime and ruling with an iron fist. I study the law and Money finds a way to break it. He is crazy because he has no remorse and he doesn't fear death. He also knows my truth and I will never reveal.
" I am the fucking King and I plan to rule my father's dynasty."
Today I had the opportunity to kill my father in cold blood. Instead I bitched up and let him take out my little brother. Our guns was pointed at one another's temples my sweat dripped on the tip of his barrel, heavy breaths and on the ground is my half-brother Terrance. His fragile body covered in bullet holes, blood dripping from his forehead. His blood on my Jordan's. My father killed his own son over fifty dollars and to send a message to his mother to come home.
" Money don't play Russian roulette with your life. I have no problem burying two sons in one day. Be smart drop the gun."
I pressed it against his skull and I applied pressure to the trigger. Supreme chest rose and the gold Jesus piece sparkled. My heart banged on my chest, I felt the weight of Terrence arm on my foot.
"He was a fucking kid Dad and you went to far. You kill your own son how insane are you?
He ran his tongue across his teeth and his nostrils flared.
"He stole from me and I despise a thief. I raised him better and the little shit had the nerve to tell me to suck his dick. I have permission to take him out of this world and to your answer your question there is now answer to the amount of insanity I have raging inside of me. Son, when a man steals something is the deepest violation."
I looked down and the scent of his death enters my nostrils and I feel the salty taste in my throat. I swallow it down. I watch his lifeless body jerk, see piss run down his leg and the smell of shit. As his last tear ran down his tear I realize every man cried his last tear. Maybe his tear was the pain of his father taking away his life or worst his older brother not preventing his demise.
I hold the trigger and I know in an instance that my life could be ended my the man who gave me his sperm to create me. He puts the gun down and his waist. He instructed his workers to dispose of the body. They move swiftly the same routine wrap of wrapping the lifeless body in plastic, lighter fluid pour on him , vinegar, salt and thrown into the incinerator.
"You letting a trick like Onika break down your mental state. You let her bring your castle, your business to gravel. In your age you slipping and tripping on her secretions. That is not the Supreme I know."
" She'll come home, worried and confused. She'll need my help and the death of our son will weigh heavily and she'll move back home."
He was sick beyond the reason why. He was a lunatic with two heaps of insanity. He was a man without a conscious but yet enters True Bethel as a servant of the Lord. Darius and the rest of the world is oblivious to who he is really is.
Hours have pass by and Cash is typing away at some paper for school. We both have the same face, deep dimples, chocolate complexion, same haircut, tattoos and built like athletes. Only our parents can tell us apart. We've done some devilish shit to teachers. Cash is about the books and I am about power, money and respect. Both of us hold one another's secret.
"Dad is losing it over Onika."
Cash cuts his eye at me and rubs the back of his neck.
"I know and he has to accept she is gone."
"Dumb ass when have you ever know Dad to accept defeat ?Your dumb ass better stop her vjayjay juice will have your ass shredded and grind ed into hamburger meat."
"You think he knows?"
" If he knew I wouldn't be having this conversation with you. Cash no pussy ain't worth it."
"She loves me."
"Yeah okay whatever. All Onika know is how to be whore, suck dick, and fuck men over. She don't love you and she damn sure ain't feeling Dad. All I know is if he finds out you two better move to another country.
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.