Free Carl Weber's Kingpins by Keisha Ervin Page B

glare.
    She couldn’t believe that he kept smiting their father the way that he did. She never understood why he was so withdrawn from the family business. In all their years she had never even seen him look at a gun, let alone touch one. She sneered in his direction and curled her top lip. “Daddy, I don’t even know why you waste your time. This nigga wouldn’t last a day on the streets. Nerdy-ass boy.”
    “Just because I don’t tote pistols around like a wallet doesn’t mean I wouldn’t bust one,” David Jr. lied through his teeth, annoyed that his sister had just tried to play him like a punk.
    They had both been raised in the same type of environment. It was true to say that David Jr. had never taken a life; however, if it came down to it he would definitely throw hands. After he made his comment he looked back at his father. Something in him said that he had just made a big mistake and when King David spoke he knew he was correct for the assumption.
    “Prove it.”
    “What?”
    “Yeah,” Day instigated. “You sayin’ basically that you’re in school by choice and not because you’re scared of the streets, right? So prove it, college boy.”
    King David clasped his hands together but left his index fingers pointed upward at the ceiling. The smirk was still on his face and it was driving David Jr. crazy. Although his mental was screaming for him not to do it, the last thing he needed was his father, the king of St. Louis, thinking he was a little bitch. He didn’t want that rep in the streets and, no matter how much he wanted to walk his own path, he didn’t want to be disowned, especially since he knew he was in his father’s will somewhere.
    “A’ight,” he said. “When?”
    “Tonight,” King David said without thinking twice. “After dinner you both will ride with me. I had something I was going to call some little niggas to handle, but I have two of my own right in front of me.”
    At that moment Angela waltzed back in from the kitchen, carrying trays of food and placing them on the table. She instantly noticed the different type of vibe in the air and when her eyes reached her son’s face she could tell something was off. It held no expression and no emotion. Day, on the other hand, had a smug look on her face, like she had just won the lottery. Shrugging it off, Angela just guessed that Day must have just gotten under his skin again with her words like she always did.
    “You scared, huh?” Day laughed at her brother’s discomfort. She could tell that he wished that he’d just kept his mouth shut.
    “I ain’t never scared,” David Jr. responded evenly and started to load his plate with food.
    “Yeah, right,” Day scoffed while she also piled food on her plate. “You ain’t never put in no work.”
    Although she was feeling a buzz, Angela whipped her head to David Jr. “Put in work? What is she talking about?”
    “Don’t worry about it, Ma,” David Jr. tried to brush it off. “We are just going to handle some business with Dad after dinner.”
    “What?” Angela turned to glare at King David. “My son is not some street thug!”
    King David sat there wearing a black Versace button-up that accented his muscular frame. His hair was freshly lined up and the golden Rolex on his wrist gleamed from the chandelier above them. Although he was in his mid-forties he did not have a wrinkle in his smooth brown skin nor did he have a gray hair on his head. He was sitting there looking very delectable; however, that was the last thing on Angela’s mind. At home her husband was just David to her, but that didn’t change the fact that he would murder in cold blood if he had to. Same with Davita. She didn’t want that for David Jr. She wanted something else.
    “David Jr.—”
    “Wants to prove himself.” King David stared icily into his wife’s eyes, reminding her of the request she made at dinner the other night. “He wants to show us that he isn’t scared of the