Free Real Riders Never Die 3 by A'zayler Page B

into the black Lincoln before pulling away. Ornella pointed out of the window showing Ayo different things as they rode. He was seated on her lap with his face pressed against the glass. Taryn, on the other hand, couldn’t get the fact that Demoto was there out of her head.
    He occupied her thoughts so much that she hadn’t realized the car had come to a stop until Ornella called her name. She looked at her then to the open car door. Taryn took her hand and scooted out of the car. When she was standing fully, Ornella handed her Ayo. Taryn situated him on her hip and took the half eaten orange from his hands.
    “Be a good boy, okay Yo-Yo?”
    “Yes, Mommy.” He looked over his shoulder. “Grandma.”
    Taryn and Ornella both looked surprised at his actions, Ornella more than Taryn. The smile on her face almost made Taryn hate that Demoto was going to kill her, because whether she knew it or not, her days were numbered. She looked so happy like a normal grandmother would.
    “Oh baby!” She squealed. “Come on to Grandma.” She took him from Taryn’s arms and looked back at her. “My girl, he called me Grandma.” She kissed Ayo’s face. “I think I’m in love.”
    Taryn walked behind her smiling.

Chapter Five
    D emoto’s heart raced as he and Jacko got closer to the front door. The little brick house on the corner with the raggedy door was ducked off behind trees and houses that were a lot taller than it was. Compared to the other houses, it looked a lot like a shed. The wicker chair on the front porch rocked back and forth from the light breeze.
    With his hands stuffed deep in his pockets and his hood covered head facing the ground, Demoto closed the rest of the distance between him and the house. When they got on the porch, they noticed the door was cracked halfway open. The bright light shined through the cracks. He looked over his shoulder at Jacko before holding his hand up to knock.
    He knocked twice like Alias had told them to. He put his hand right back into his pocket on the .9mm resting against his stomach. With his finger on the trigger, Demoto waited for the door to open. His head came up slightly when he heard it creak and more light showed through. The screen door pushed outward, causing Demoto to take a step back.
    No words were spoken as Demoto and Jacko made their way inside. The door was closed before anything was said.
    “I’ve been waiting for you, Demoto. It’s so good to see you, young man.” Paki stretched his arms out for Demoto to walk in.
    He smiled and walked right into his embrace. Paki hugged him for a long time before releasing him and taking a step back so that he could see him. Paki was still just as short as he had been years ago. It was crazy to Demoto how much Paki still looked the same. The gray hair, dark skin, large smile was everything he remembered.
    “Paki, it’s an honor.” Demoto looked him up and down and hugged him again. “This is my best friend, Jacko. He’s more like my brother though.”
    Paki gave Jacko a quick hug as well before waving them into the living room. They followed him through the small halls until they reached a small room in the back with burgundy furniture. They all took a seat on the sofa with Paki standing back up to grab them drinks from his bar. They both declined, so he poured his own before taking his seat again.
    “How have you been?” He looked at Demoto.
    “I’m straight. Just out here trying to get it. You know me.”
    “How’s Georgia?”
    “Georgia’s cool. I actually like it. I found my girl; we got a two-year-old. Well he’ll be three in two weeks.”
    Paki’s eye’s shot up in surprise at the same time he smiled. “A two-year-old? I want to see him. You have any pictures?”
    “He looks just like this nigga.” Jacko nudged Demoto’s arm.
    Paki smiled and reached for the phone Demoto was handing him. “Oh wow, man! Your friend is right, he’s your twin. He’s so handsome, Demoto, very handsome. Is this his