King of the Avenue Page #3

You know

what l'm saying?

l was playing it

cool to Cal,

Being the king

was my birthright

and I wanted it

more than anything,

And I mean anything!

I would do it or

gladly die trying.

Pop! What

the f***!

You f***ing

back-doored

my deal?

You shouldn't disturb

what we got going

on here.

We already

made the deal.

My deal? Hector,

l thought we had

an understanding.

You guys ain't

my family.

l don't give a

f*** about you.

What l care is about

me getting my money.

I don't care

who I make

the deal with,

Dooney Jr,

son of the man

my father killed

when turning informant.

Current king

of the ave,

What the f***

were you thinking,

white boy?

Not supposed to buy

from anybody but me.

That's the rules.

You know 'em,

mother f***er.

The only reason

you ain't stinkin'

in a f***in'

dumpster right now

is 'cause Scooter

Pie talked me

out of it.

The only reason

l listen to him

is because he's

my general.

And his son

is your general.

Otherwise -l woulda

come to your house

and kill

you myself.

l'll tell

you something,

white boy.

King of

the ave

was made for

men like me.

And as much as it

kills me to say it,

for men like

your father.

Get this

through your head.

You're never, ever

gonna be king.

l suggest we go

into my restaurant

and have a

couple margaritas,

King, baby.

Who the f***

did you tell?

l didn't

tell nobody.

F***!

What do you

want to do?

Nothing. Let's

go home.

But we need

to talk this

sh*t out.

We seen Dooney Jr.

kill for much less

than this.

F*** that sh*t

he was saying.

Only reason

he didn't

try something

is he didn't want

to get Hector in

the crossfire.

Just go home.

Come on, man.

Go!

Mother f***er, Hector!

F***!

Taz, you

missed the game.

l know,

l'm sorry.

Work just got crazy.

l got to go to the

west coast.

When?

Now, l

gotta go now.

The kids are all

meeting for pizza.

Alright.

Okay.

You know, he didn't

even let them clear

the scoreboard

until his daddy

saw how good

he did.

Fifty five to five. That's a

good old-fashioned

butt-whipping.

Sorry, little man.

Daddy'll see you

next time, okay?

Stop. Here.

Do me a favor

and just go out

to dinner with

your friends

or something, alright?

Are you okay?

Yeah, l'm fine.

l just need to take

some sh*t out.

But what

about you?

Jesus Christ,

you not f***ing

listening to me?

l said go!

Why be a f***ing

ass to me all

the time?

Sorry.

Cal. Yeah,

what's up?

Yeah, meet me

at the spot tomorrow.

Tell everyone to

stand alert. Alright.

F***.

Mommy just needs

to take her medicine.

F***!

Damn.

Tia.

Tia!

Cumegu. Amulachio.

Shh.

Out of the frying pan.

Who are you?

Who do l

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