Chapter 1
I love you
The End...
Star Island
Miami Beach, Fl
Inhaling deeply, Kwame watched the ambers of the blunt waft up into the peaceful nights sky. They dipped and danced beautifully, before floating steadily on ward. Their back drop, an enormous orange and crimson full moon. The sight nearly breathtaking, as there was not a cloud nor star in sight to block it's shine.
Kwame exhaled a strange cloud as he leaned on the rail of the balcony. Down below there was a calm and still sea, the reflection of the moon in its mist becoming a dazzling blur. He could feel the dull vibrations of the bass from speakers behind him. The melodic lyrics of a hip-hop song speaking to his inner being, making him bob his head subconsciously to the beat.
Behind him the double glass doors to the balcony came sliding open. An invasion of overly excited party guest roared in his ears, disturbing his peace. He glanced over his shoulder, brow furrowed and blunt hanging on his lip.
The harsh wind blew at the bone straight hair framing her stoic face. Head bowed against the wind, she stepped out into the night tentatively. She sensed his intense stare and lifted her head. Their eyes met. He thought
Dam
Despite the fact that he had seen her beautiful face over a thousand times, her beauty never cease to amaze him. There was a flip in his stomach and a lump developed in his throat. Kwame looked away quickly, butterflies fluttering in his gut. His eyes trained back on the moon, as he rationed with himself a million reasons to ignore these feelings. She was a traitor and Honz baby sister, and for him that was way more than enough of a reason.
"Kwame...... "
She began. The sound of her voice like sweet rapture that he urged his senses not to get lost in. Not to be pulled in by the lure of her angelic tone like he had once before. He kept it short, flicking the roach of a blunt over the balcony rail as he prepared to leave.
"Sup, Riegn."
She made her way over toward him briskly, leaning over the rail of the balcony. She glanced at him and gave him a curious smile, the smell of Vodka assaulting his senses. As he looked in to almond shaped eyes that couldn't quit focus, he concluded that she may have had one too many. He shook his head and kissed his teeth.
"You said you wanted me to meet you up here, so talk."
Reign held his eyes, tilting her head with a smirk. She was stalling and he didnt have time for games. Kwame sighed and began to walk off. She reached out a hand and grabbed his upper arm firmly, slender fingers wrapping around muscular bicep. Kwame froze. Narrowing his eyes, he stared down at her hand.
"Whats up with you?"
She demanded. He glanced up in to intense brown eyes that barrowed into the depths of his own, searching. He quickly looked away, pulling his arm lightly from her grasp and shoving his hands in to the pockets of his jeans.
"Man, I don't know what the fuck you talking about."
"This is what I wanted to talk to you about... Why every time I come near you lately you so quick to run away? Why you been so cold and distant at the trap when you and your brother is usually cracking jokes with everybody else and is the life of the fucking party? Whats going on, Kwame?... Look, I know we had an extremely rocky past, but I thought we was getting over that... After running into you and your daughter that day and you letting me meet her, I thought that we had established some sort of friendship. Now Im not so sure.... Feels like you dont even like me at this point. What changed? Have I done something to offend you, sweety?"
One hand still in his pocket, he caressed his goatee staring above her head.
"I could say what I really want to say but nah. After all, this whole thing bout to come to an end anyway. So what's the the point, right?......"
His words left her totally perplexed. A look of confusion plastered on her face. She stared up at Kwame, desperately trying to gain some sort of understanding to his nonchalant words and fickle behaviour. Her eyes darting over his dark masculine features as he caressed his goatee and clenched his jaw. She licked her bottom lip.
"Kwame... I gotta tell you some-"
"To be honest I don't even think about you enough to know whether or not I like you. And it really shouldn't even matter, eh? Out of me and my bruh, I aint the twin you choose to sleep with, right?"
She felt her face flush with embarrassment.
"-And as for me acting at the trap.... fuck the trap."
He shrugged and continued to stare above her head off into the distance as he spoke.
"Hell, the first day I showed up there yo bruh Honz told me to call him Boss. And this the same fool I grew up with, shooting dice in the fucking projects. But now he on.... The king out here in these streets. And me and my bruh still nobody's, right? We still obeying orders like good little foot soldiers... Meanwhile a Im facing life in prison for simply protecting my daughter. You really think Honz or those niggas at the trap give a dam?... Hell no! It's about this paper."
He laughed loudly, but some how it seemed fake and harsh to her ears. He out stretched his arms and turned slowly to the full moon.
"All this shit- this whole party at a fucking mansion, is to celebrate ya bruhs take over. To celebrate him being the mutha fuckin man! So go on and enjoy ya self. Don't waste your time up here worrying about me and if a nigga like yo ass or not. This aint high school, babygirl."
"But I......"
She let her voice trail off as she shook from the cold, hugging herself tightly. Kwame nodded feeling confident that he had deaded the whole useless conversation. Whatever she had to tell him was irrelevant. He had more important matters to attend to. He continued on to the glass doors.
"Kwame wait!"
She nearly screamed, startling herself .
Bitch what are you doing?
She hitched up her dress and hurried after him. But he had already slid the glass doors open and stepped through the frame, ignoring her pleads to wait. He strided across the carpeted master bedroom and once he reached the closed door, he snatched it open. The sound of blood curling screams stilled him momentarily. He nearly chuckled at his lost of memory there, but quickly adapted to the sudden change of atmosphere throughout the mansion. He strolled calmly to the banister, looking down apun the spacious foyer at the scene. All music had ceased, as party guest were running in every direction.
Knocking over furniture and stomping over others, desperately trying to get away from a mask gunman wheilding an AK 47. The gun mans back to the double oakwood doors so that there was no way out. Another masked gunman had a heavy set gentleman, who was laced in Versace and bling on his kness, his hands held behind his head by yet another masked figure. The gentleman had skin dark as midnight and a thick full beard. He glared up at his capturers, the look in his eyes menacing as his spirit was utterly defiant.
"Honz the mutha fuckin Don."
The masked gunman said mockingly, his voice muffled by the ski mask pulled over his head.
"Nigga, I know who the fuck I am. At least have the the balls to tell me who the fuck yo bitch ass is."
The masked gunmen chuckled softly.
"It's me... ya lil baby."
He pulled the ski mask up a little so that just his full dark lips were exposed. Then leaning forward, he kissed Honz on his forehead gently. Honz shut his eyes taking it all in. Betrayal burning in his heart as he prepared himself for the afterlife.
"Tell my daughter I-"
The bullet was a clean shot that went straight through the Dons temple. Blood splatter hitting near by party goers as they screamed hysterically. His head slumped on his neck and then his body fell forward smacking into the cold marble floor. The gunman spat at his lifeless body, then stepped smoothly over it.
"Where the fuck is she?!"
A third gunman roared, holding a glock 45 to a young woman's temple. With a shaking hand, the young woman pointed up the winding stair case.
Reign had run up and stood next to Kwame now frozen at the banister, her sweaty hands gripping the porcelain rail. She watched as the gunman raised his head in her direction and their eyes locked.
Kwame felt the back of his coat being pulled. He stumbled back, nearly tripping over Reign in the process. He turned to look down at her, a look of horror painted on her face. She clung to him as he pushed her back into the room, kicking the door closed behind them. Kwame held her thight as they stumbled back across the carpeted floor and out on to the balcony.
The cold wind whipping harshly at their face. Reign looked frantically about for an escape route. Her eyes going over the rail, scanning the three story drop to the shark infested sea down below. The waters deep, dark and murky. She broke out into a cold sweat, heart pounding wildly in her chest, now a hundred and ten percent sober.
"Hon!.... They killed My brother, Kwame..."
Her eyes were wide as tears streamed down her face.
"Reign....."
He said, staring down in to her eyes. He grabbed her hands, clutching them tightly to his chest.
"Try not to be scared, ma."
Unspoken words tumbled about her head as she wondered about his calmness.
"Kwame, they coming up here!"
He bowed his head to hers, their foreheads touching as he whispered
"I know, Ma."
The only family Reign had left in the world was now gone, murdered before her very eyes, yet the only thing Reign could think to do in these last moments was to tell the man who stood before her how she truly felt.
I gotta let him know
The gunman tossed the shaking young woman to the side and proceeded up the winding staircase, more than prepared to do what he had come there to do. All other sounds were drown out besides the sounds of the gunmans footsteps stomping up the stairs and making his way down the long hall, headed towards the master bedroom. Reign inhaled deeply. After a moment she let her breath out in a rush of words.
"Kwame, if this is it for me and you... I- I want you to know that you always been prefect in my eyes. No matter where you were from or how much money you made. I've always wanted you. I've always wished I could be your girl. And I just want you to know that even while you were pretending to be some thing you was not... Sweety, I always knew who you truly were... Its just my dum fucked up luck that I was too fuckin scared to tell you how I feel and now it's too late."
Reign confessed and despite her impending doom, she felt a release. She stared up into his eyes, her own glossing over. His lips parted but nothing came out. He was utterly speechless. His head still rested against her forehead, he closed his eyes.
"You ain't even gotta say nothing, Kwame. Just you knowing how amazing I think you are is enough. I love you."
She lifted her head slightly and pressed her lips to his. It took everything in him not to break in that moment as he kissed her back, tasting the salted tears on her quivering bottom lip. The gunman stepped out on to the balcony. Kwame quickly turned, pushing Reign to the side and out stretching his arm before her in a protective stance. The masked gunman aimed the glock at the ground as he cocked it.
"You ready, babe?"
Came a muffled voice. Reign tilted her head to the side and stepped forward, confused by the familiar feminine voice.
Babe
As she glanced back at Kwame, to her astonishment she noticed he had pulled a black ski mask over his own face. Reigns chest heaved up and down, sweat on her brow despite the cold. She held herself as her knees became weak and her body fell slowly to the floor.
She sat and stared up at Kwame for a long while in disbelief, almost lost in a trance as the two masked figures exchanged heated words. Riegn couldn't even hear them. But after a minute or so, reality seemed to set in as she heard the frantic screams of party guest kick in accompanied by the blaring of gun shots. Reigns heart did a summer sault in her chest as the female gunman tossed Kwame the glock and he caught.
"This aint nothing personal, Sweety."
Came the female voice with a slight giggle. Kwame stepped forward, lowering the gun to Reigns temple.
