King of the Avenue Page #2

at wholesale, that's

about half,

only thing was,

you better promise

to buy a minimum

every month,

Come hell or high water,

you better buy

that minimum,

But l wasn't worried,

l was moving

so much sh*t,

l was already

doubling minimum.

l had just hooked

up with these bikers,

See, they were

white supremacists

and would buy from me

before my black and

Latin peers,

l used to think

how my father

would feel

about me working

with racists,

But then, I figured

he woulda told me

to take their

money first,

Cal, My most trusted

friend and general

of my operation,

The son of Scooter Pie.

You'll be

king of the avenue

for sure after this.

King? No. This

is just about

the money.

F*** that.

Your daddy was

f***ing king, man,

it's your

f***ing birthright.

Yeah, look what

happened to him.

l'm not going out

like that, man.

l'm just getting

my cake and

l'm out.

Then you could

be king.

F*** it.

l'll be king

after you? Sh*t.

White folks don't

wanna see me living

next to them

acting like l'm

a f***ing consultant.

No, we don't.

You know

what l'm saying?

l was playing it

cool to Cal,

Being the king

was my birthright

and I wanted it

more than anything,

And I mean anything!

I would do it or

gladly die trying.

Pop! What

the f***!

You f***ing

back-doored

my deal?

You shouldn't disturb

what we got going

on here.

We already

made the deal.

My deal? Hector,

l thought we had

an understanding.

You guys ain't

my family.

l don't give a

f*** about you.

What l care is about

me getting my money.

I don't care

who I make

the deal with,

Dooney Jr,

son of the man

my father killed

when turning informant.

Current king

of the ave,

What the f***

were you thinking,

white boy?

Not supposed to buy

from anybody but me.

That's the rules.

You know 'em,

mother f***er.

The only reason

you ain't stinkin'

in a f***in'

dumpster right now

is 'cause Scooter

Pie talked me

out of it.

The only reason

l listen to him

is because he's

my general.

And his son

is your general.

Otherwise -l woulda

come to your house

and kill

you myself.

l'll tell

you something,

white boy.

King of

the ave

was made for

men like me.

And as much as it

kills me to say it,

for men like

your father.

Get this

through your head.

You're never, ever

gonna be king.

l suggest we go

into my restaurant

and have a

couple margaritas,

King, baby.

Who the f***

did you tell?

l didn't

tell nobody.

F***!

What do you

want to do?

Nothing. Let's

go home.

But we need

to talk this

sh*t out.

We seen Dooney Jr.

kill for much less

than this.

F*** that sh*t

he was saying.

Only reason

he didn't

try something

is he didn't want

to get Hector in

the crossfire.

Just go home.

Come on, man.

Go!

Mother f***er, Hector!

F***!

Taz, you

missed the game.

l know,

l'm sorry.

Work just got crazy.

l got to go to the

west coast.

When?

Now, l

gotta go now.

The kids are all

meeting for pizza.

Alright.

Okay.

You know, he didn't

even let them clear

the scoreboard

until his daddy

saw how good

he did.

Fifty five to five. That's a

good old-fashioned

butt-whipping.

Sorry, little man.

Daddy'll see you

next time, okay?

Stop. Here.

Do me a favor

and just go out

to dinner with

your friends

or something, alright?

Are you okay?

Yeah, l'm fine.

l just need to take

some sh*t out.

But what

about you?

Jesus Christ,

you not f***ing

listening to me?

l said go!

Why be a f***ing

ass to me all

the time?

Sorry.

Cal. Yeah,

what's up?

Yeah, meet me

at the spot tomorrow.

Tell everyone to

stand alert. Alright.

F***.

Mommy just needs

to take her medicine.

F***!

Damn.

Tia.

Tia!

Cumegu. Amulachio.

Shh.

Out of the frying pan.

Who are you?

Who do l

appear to be?

Yeah.

l'm him.

What do you

want from me?

A favor.

And in return

for that favor,

l will deliver

you right where

you want to be.

King of the avenue.

For my soul?

We're overcrowded

with souls.

We get

thousands a day.

Not to mention

the billions we

already have.

Your one meager soul

makes no difference

either way.

But why?

Why you?

You're one of

my best workers.

You're just providing

a service. They have

to get it from somewhere.

Might as well

be you, right?

l don't want this

anymore. l'm done.

You know, Taz,

sometimes we do

too much to turn around.

How do you know

when you've crossed

that line?

How do we know

when it's too

Iate for us?

Call me conservative,

but when l appear in

your living room,

as a rule of thumb

you can probably assume

you've crossed

that line.

Dooney Junior's king.

He's the one

doing your work.

You need him.

The world sees Dooney Jr.

as a common street thug.

Only com for table

in the hood.

He can't go

to the places

l need him to go.

You can.

You're an

all-American

white male.

Blue-eyed to boot.

That's all l need

to put you where

you need to be.

So here's

the deal plan.

You become king

and do my bidding

and l will save

your family from

Dooney Junior.

You've got no choice.

Let's face it.

He hates you.

For what

your father

did to his.

And he's been

waiting for

a reason .

Dooney Jr. is plotting

to kill your family

as we speak.

And once he's had his way

with your precious Amanda,

her summer

dress pulled up,

bent over

your kitchen sink,

back dooring her,

he's gonna go to

work on your

little boy.

Little Norman

as he makes you watch.

Whatever you decide,

deal with me.

l will meet you

tomorrow at midnight

at your father's

final resting place.

lf you're not there,

l'll take that

as a no and

Ieave you alone.

Baby.

What are you

doing on the floor?

Something told

me to come home.

Let's get you in bed.

My father broke

by the rules, right?

Well, what

happened? Huh?

Taz's father

killed him, right?

Two days

before my f***in'

tenth birthday,

how the f*** you think

l felt on my birthday?

You know, l'm the wrong

motherf***er to ask

for forgiveness.

You cannot live

by your father's life.

You're not getting

what l'm saying, man.

lt's a done

f***in' deal.

What are you

talkin' about?

l already sent

one of my boys

to nail him.

You gotta have

permission from

the commission

before you

kill a boss.

They're gonna find out

where his girlfriend lives,

where his son lives,

they're gonna do 'em too.

Why the boy's family?

'Cause l'm not gonna

make the same mistake

his father did.

See -Taz's son

will grow up

one day, man,

and the only way

to keep the weed

from growin'

is to take it

from the roots.

And don't

worry, man.

l told him

to make sure

not to touch Cal.

Let me ask you

something, Scooter.

What side

are you on?

l'm on

your side,

boss man.

l don't

wanna go.

lt's too dangerous.

But l'd rather be

in danger with you

than stay

without you.

Where the f***

are my keys?

lt's all right.

Sh*t.

You all right?

F***.

You okay?

Yeah.

l'll get the car

and put it

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