The Son's of Wickedness: Book1

Pandora Wicked

Finally, I have waited my FULL 21 years of fcking life for this moment right here. To have this mother fcker on his knees. I've waited for the day when I could finally make him pay for what they have done to us, to our families. That day was today.

With my best b*tch aimed and at the ready and my best friend by my side I saw nothing but the pain he caused us, the dreams and promises that we were afforded to us and how they would never be because of them, I was seeing RED!

                              FLASHBACK

"Mommy," I yelled as 4 big scary men literally came crashing into our small apartment. They took down the door with a boom tearing down everything in there way.

"Shhh, my little Panda Bear. Momma loves you so much," even in the dark of the small room behind Momma's closet I could here her sniffling, I knew she was crying.

"Aunt Bam will be here for you baby. Remember that I love you, always remember your name my love."

                         Flashback Over

That and a deep long kiss on my temple were the last thoughts I have of my mother. A thick frame of a shadow that was my mother climbed up the small ladder towards the small light of the lamp before climbing out and locking the door behind her. That was the day that this mother fcker here father took her away from us, Drew and me.

She had one shot in the middle of her eyes and she was brutally r***d every news outlet continued to repeat, as though that's all they knew of her. They knew who did it. Everyone did! Everyone knew she was the long time "w***e" one of the most deadly man in the world, it doesn't take a fcking rocket scientist to figure it out! But still they let him get away with taking my momma from me. I won't.

I squatted down to Akeem's level so that his hazel green eyes could be level with my identical ones.

"I've waited for this day a long time, you know?" I could hear my voice getting deadly and obviously so did the rest of the room.

"Stand down." Before I could even reach down to even touch the spawn of Satan, Sweet blocked me off with the shotty. f*****g party pooper.

"Come on Pandy, now is not the time for this. Take a walk with me," Big Meech, who was now suddenly off the couch and behind me said, attempting to pull me away from the seen. HELL NAH!

"Go Princess, for me. I got this," Sweet spoke up again, not taking her eyes off the peice of s**t on the floor.

"You'll get yo' day baby," when she said those words that was all I needed to hear.

With a killer smile on my face I allowed Meech to drag me out of the front door. I will see him again.

                                   Sweet

Now it was just me, Drew & the peice of s**t on my floor. I know Princess has her own issues to resolve with him, but I get the first f*****g shot.

"Wtf is this s**t, man. What's going on,"Akeem finally spoke again after meeting his "long lost" sister for the very first time.

"Shut tf, nobody told you to speak," I bit out. Even the sound of his voice makes me sick to my stomach, bringing back nightmares I take medicine to get rid of.

"Nah, hell Nah! Fck all that. Ugh," mugs thought they were gonna start jumping stupid, demanding s**t and all that. The butt of my pink & white Remi (Remington) reminded him of who tf was on their knees and who was holding the gah damn gun.

"Ughhh, wtf?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Drew I want to take him to the basement, he deserves it," I let my best friend and bring brother know about my intentions. I could just send him two from my shotty and leave him leaking on this heated cement floor and move on with my life. But not only would it help release some of these months of pent up energy to take him to the basement and tear his ass apart plus I promised Princess a peice of the fun.

"I taking him to the f*****g basement." My mind was made up I'll keep him alive long enough to torture him at least half as much as he had done me.

"f**k out of here G, wassup little momma, " Akeem found his voice yet again, moving to get up.

"Ah OK, we can do this s**t now then. I'll just have to owe P one." Remi who was patiently waiting across my arm went from lazy to c****d and closed. I want my revenge but I had other s**t to do than tie this nigga down, but I can't let him walk out of here after what he DID TO ME!

"Wait Sweet please we need to sit and talk about this s**t," Drew yelled hopping in front of his b***h as brother blocking him from my bullet.

"Talk about what D. You know what he did to me HE KNOWS what he did to me ! He deserves all four of these BITCHES," I was trying to keep it calm but I was tired of this s**t. Why is he protecting him?

"WTF are you talking about Sa'Nia man? I ain't never f*****g hurt you, wth are you doing?"

WHAT!?!?

"WHATTTT!?" my cool was officially f*****g gone, how dare he?

"He doesn't know though baby. He Od'd a couple years ago at least 3 years of his memory is blacked out," Drew tried explaining with his hands up, slowly moving closer to me.

"BS! Drew get tf out of my way," now I was screaming! Do these mfs think I'm stupid or something?

"Keem what color was our father's casket," Drew shot out a question, not looking behind him steady coming my way slowly.

After a few seconds of silence I had to throw Akeem a look. Why can't he answer that simple question?

"Akeem, what color was he wearing, " Now I had a question and he was still looking clueless.

I took a second and stepped back to take a look at the mf in front of me. Who is he? It's been almost 4 years since I last seen him and not has changed truly but he was different. Gone was the saggy pants & dreds replacing them now was a beautifully fitted suit and a headful of waves. Besides the physical though, it was like the air around him was different.

Maybe it was the drugs or the OD, people do say once you die you come back a different person. I don't gaf who is now.

"Get out!"

"Nah Sweet let's finish this s**t talk to us," it almost sounded like Drew wanted to cry but I was over it. I left the two of them in the front room and started for my bed room.

" Get him out of my house Drew," that was all the energy I had left. I closed my door and put Remi next to my bed before flopping down on it, exhausted mentally, physically and emotionally.

After YEARS of running and planning. Countless nights of nightmares. Weeks of physical and psychological therapy. I had my f*****g JAW shattered by him and he can't even be bothered to remember what he has done to me.

I listened as the front door slid closed and the clink of the automatic lock then I finally allowed myself to do it. I finally allowed myself to break. I laid there and I cried loudly like I haven't allowed myself to do in years. I was just so tired.