Blood of a Boss III by Askari

Author:Askari
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Publisher: Lock Down Publications
Published: 2016-01-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Back At La Casa Moreno

“Damn, bro, that’s some gangsta ass shit,” Rahmello acknowledged. He was referring to Sonny’s narration of Grip’s life story, and the fact that his grandfather came to America as a Cuban immigrant and hustled his way to the top was the illest shit in the world to him.

Sonny smiled at him. “I know, right? And this is the legacy that’s being handed down to us.”

The bedroom door opened up wide and Grip stepped through the threshold. He was comfortably attired in a navy-blue track suit and a fresh pair of white Nikes. A tall glass of V8 vegetable juice was clutched in his right hand, and his eyes went from Rahmello to Sonny, and then back to Rahmello. Approaching the California king-sized bed, he smiled at his grandsons. “How’s everything coming along, fellas? And why is that young lady sleeping outside in the hallway? There’s a total of twenty-five bedrooms throughout this house. Certainly, she could have used one.”

“We good,” Sonny assured him. “And as far as Oli, she stepped outside so me and Rahmello could talk. She must have fell asleep while she was waiting.”

Grip nodded his understanding, and then fixed his gaze on the young man who was the spitting image of himself. They had the same light complexion, the same grade of wavy hair, and the same blue eyes. “And as for you, Rahmello, are you feeling any better?”

Rahmello was speechless. His respect for the old man was so profound that he was afraid to say something stupid.

Grip laughed at him. “Well damn, boy, say something.”

Rahmello stared into his blue eyes and said, “I look just like you.”

“That’s for damn sure,” Sonny interjected, making his grandfather and little brother laugh.

“Damn, I wish y’all father was here,” Grip said. “I missed out on so much when it comes to y’all that I really don’t know what to say or do to make things right.”

“I don’t know about Sonny, but I’m good,” Rahmello said. “I always knew I had that gangsta shit up in me, and now I know why. I’ve got the blood of a boss.”

Grip nodded his head, and then looked at Sonny. “What about you?”

“I can’t even front, it’s a part of me that wanted to get at you, but I’m puttin’ that shit behind me. We’re family, and at the end of the day, that’s the only thing that matters.”

Grip smiled and extended his hand to give Sonny a pound. “Respect.”

“Respect,” Sonny repeated and then solidified their truce with a pound.

“So, what we gon’ do about the Italians?” Rahmello asked, even though he already knew they had nothing to do with Easy’s murder. He figured that somebody had to pay for what happened, and if he kept the focus on the Italians, he could keep Olivia safe.

Grip took a swig of his vegetable juice and wiped his mouth with the back of his left hand. “Little Angolo’s a done deal, and if I had to bet my last dollar, I’d say that Carmine won’t live to see tomorrow.

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