The Throne 3 by Cole Hart & Tina Nance

Author:Cole Hart & Tina Nance [Hart, Cole & Nance, Tina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Urban Life, United States, African American, Urban
ISBN: 1492175153
Amazon: B00CUFIFMS
Publisher: SBR Publications
Published: 2013-05-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Amil watched everything from the security room. On the big screen, she could see federal agents raiding Papa Bear’s farm. They were coming from everywhere. Some wore fatigues and T-shirts, with vests, and masks covering the lower half of their faces. Some of them were in jeans and blue ATF jackets. Guns were drawn, and they were combing his property. Amil stared, sitting in the room all alone and filled with emotions to the point that she couldn’t hold back her tears. Her heart felt so heavy; her lips began to tremble as well as her hands.

Then the screen went blank. Amil’s eyes turned cold. She reached to her left, grabbed the remote, and pressed a couple of buttons. There was a shot of Papa Bear’s kitchen, more federal agents stalking like trained assassins with their guns drawn. Amil stood up, walked to the wall, and pressed the intercom button for Falisa’s room.

“Mother, can you come to the security room, please?”

“Is it Papa?”

Amil was wiping tears from her eyes, staring at the screen. That one went blank as well. Amil didn’t respond, she slid down the wall and just shook her head from side to side. Pepé came through the door first and leaned down beside Amil. Before he could get a word out, Fly came in with Smurf behind him. The screen came back on. Papa Bear was laying in the middle of the living room floor.

Fly went to Amil, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up. He wrapped his arms around her; he couldn’t afford for her to have a nervous breakdown. He took her out of the security room just as Iris and Falisa were approaching. They all met up in the hallway. Falisa and Iris looked directly at Amil. They’d both seen that look before, but Fly gave them a look and waved his hand dismissively. No words were exchanged. He walked off with Amil, holding hands like high school girlfriend and boyfriend.

Outside in the four-car garage, Fly’s Lamborghini was parked. Next to it was a black on black Aston Martin four door. The keys were hanging inside a small box on the back wall. Fly looked at Amil. “Get in.”

Amil looked at him, and then moved around to the passenger side of the Aston Martin. Fly unlocked the doors with the press of a button on the key chain. She opened the door, Fly opened his, and they climbed in at the same time. She closed her door and pulled her seat belt across her upper body.

Fly turned his head toward her. “Let’s go somewhere. Matter of fact, I want you to take me shopping,” he said soothingly.

Amil eased herself a little. There was still a stressful look in her eyes, but she managed a smile. “Where? It’s eight in the morning, Fly.”

Fly eased the key into the ignition and started the Aston Martin. The engine purred to life and then it roared. “Well, we gonna ride around Miami and do some shopping.” he said to her.

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