NEW CHARACTER GOTTI IN THE MEDIA

This chapter is a chapter ppl who didn't get to read book 1 should pay attention to.

CHEVY

The police arrested both of us. They got us handcuffed in an interrogation room across from each other. Reshawd has dried up blood and fresh wounds all over his face and body and honestly, I don't care cause he play too fucking much. Shitty mouth ass nigga, always talkin shit.

"Start talking." the detective dryly says. Me and Shawd keep on glaring at each other. "An innocent teen was shot today." the detective tells us. "I don't give a fuck." Reshawd says. I glare at him. This nigga ain't gone learn until somebody kill him. Real G's move in silence, none of that talking bullshit Reshawd love to do. That's just a scare tactic he uses when he scared his damn self. I see straight through his ole weak ass.

The detective chuckles. "You don't give a fuck about being the reason people are crying over this young man? Such a monster." he says to Reshawd. Reshawd leans back in the chair then smiles. "Raaaaawr." he sarcastically growls. "Since I'm a monster." he adds.

I shake my head. The detective looks at me. "Anything to say?" he asks. "Yes. I want my lawyer." I say. That's all I'm going to say. If Reshawd stupid ass wanna talk and mess around and say something that's gone get him locked up, he can but not me. I know better than to get knocked when I got a way out as long as I play shit smart.

The detective nods his head. The door opens and some white woman walks in. "They're free to go. They were never read their rights and their father Craig Crippen had a few choice words for the chief and the entire department so it's best we let them go for now." she says, looking scared as hell. My daddy ain't no ordinary thug. He scares the fuck outta people, even people in this position.

The detective glares at us then uncuffs us. He glares at Shawd. "I won't stop until you are locked away with no key. Trust me." he says in Shawd 's face, then kicks Shawd's crutches, making him fall. He spits in Shawd's face.

"Mothafu-" I cut Shawd off by silencing him with my hand. I help him off the floor then get some tissue to wipe that nigga spit off him. I smile. "Have a nice day officer." I say, pulling Shawd out. If that nigga think that shit flying, he crazy. I honestly don't know if Shawd or my dad gone get to him first but either way, he just unknowingly ended his own life just then.

"What the fuck? That nigga just spit in my face! Let me go!" he yells, trying to get near the detective. I snatch him closer. "Shut up. He want you to retaliate like this so he can lock yo ass up and add extra shit onto it. Do you ever listen? He just said he ain't stopping til you locked up. Muufucka willing to do anything to make you snap so chill, don't let the opps win." I say in his ear. He nods his head. "You know how to undo and put together any gun with yo eyes closed but can't think for yourself. Shame." I say.

He pushes me off him then keeps limping on his crutches to where my dad is. He walks out the doors past my dad. Dad glares at me then slaps the shit out of me. "Get the fuck outta here." he says, then flips all the detectives off and pulls me out.

We in his Hummer now. "Somebody wanna explain why yall decided to play Call of Duty in the fuckin' hood?" he snaps at us.

"Reshawd talk too much shit. He the one who started shootin' cause I beat his ass." I say. My dad starts trying not to laugh and stay serious. "Yall know that video viral now? It's on Worldstar. Shawd, he handed yo ass to you, mane." dad exclaims, bursting out laughing. I laugh, shaking my head. This why my daddy my best friend, nigga crazy. "I didn't say yo ass could laugh." he hisses at me. My eyes widen. Nigga so bi polar. "Yall muufuckas out there shootin' at each other like this the boondocks. Imma call yall Riley and Huey for now on." he adds.

I didn't even know ma was in the front. She turns around and looks at us. "Shawd, shooting every time you lose is not cute or hard. It's weak and it's unattractive. Either get a rematch or take your loss. Your dad has gotten his ass handed to him before, believe it or not. I remember this one time when we were robbing this guy in a strip club, that nigga whooped your dad's ass. I'm the one who killed him though." she says. Dad's eyes widen. "Don't tell nobody that! That was a one time thing, mane and I had the flu! Zaya, what about that time that assassin's wife beat yo ass cause her husband was flirting with you?" dad exclaims. "Oh, hell no! She was on top of me for twenty seconds, I beat her ass after that. How about that time when you got drunk in Columbia and pissed all over that man's house and he beat yo ass and tried to chop yo dıck off?" she yells, laughing her ass off.

Me and Shawd awkwardly look at each other. "Why the hell is you pissin in folks houses?" I ask. He laughs. "Top secret." he answers. "Hell naw, he pissed cause his stupid ass decided he wanted to learn how to make moonshine, right? He drunk so much of that shit, he was way past drunk and he had to pee but dude's toilet was messed up. Your dad got pissed off and just whipped his shit out and ran around with his dıck dangling, pissing all over this man's house." she answers, dying laughing.

Me and Shawd start dying laughing. If looks could kill, I swear she would be dead. He glaring a hole through her face. "Shut up." he mumbles. She laughs. "Awwwww, give me a kiss, pissy ass nigga." she says, making us laugh harder. He puts his middle finger in her face. She bites his finger. He looks at her like he wanna kill her. She grabs his head then kisses his cheek. "I love yo ol pissy ass." she says, dying laughing.

"I wanna be like yall whenever I get a girl. We gone make hella memories like yall. How yall meet? Did daddy have game?" I ask. They look at each other then burst out laughing. "Boys, I was a stripper." she says. Me and Shawd's mouths drop. No wonder they had that stripper pole in their bedroom. Freaky asses be reliving the past when they ready to get nasty.

"Dad, you wifed a stripper?" Shawd asks in shock. Dad chuckles. "I was a kingpin headed even further up in the game. Where the hell did I have room to judge her for being a stripper when what I was doing wasn't no better no way?" he asks.

Shawd shrugs his shoulders. "I wasn't a hoe. I was a virgin when I met your dad. I was like twenty or twenty one... yeah, twenty." she tells us. "Daddy turned yo cherry out?" I exclaim, dying laughing.

Everybody start giving me the shut the fuck up look. "My bad, too far." I say. "Anyways, before Chevy decided to be weird. I wasn't a hoe." she says. "Her sister, Tae used to buy weed from me. One day Zaya drove her over there in a new BMW. I had saw her so I tried to talk to her. She was rude as hell, shit, my pride was hurt when she rejected me." he says, chuckling. She smiles. "Awww, you finally admitted I hurt your pride after all these years." she says. He smiles then playfully pushes her head.

"But yeah... she turned me down. I called her a bitch. She got mad. Soo... this hoe let her baby run in the street, Zaya jumped out the car and grabbed the baby. The lil girl's momma got mad and ran up on Zaya. Zaya tried to kill her." he says, laughing. "I grabbed Zaya. Zaya got mad and tried to beat my ass too. I called her a bitch and asked when we was gone fuck. Skip to a party called Boss Up. Boss Up was a party for ballers and shit. All the strippers was lame. Then they brought her out. She had on a mask. Ian know who she was but she was fine as fuck. When I say every nigga in the building and even some gay girls had money flying everywhere, I mean it. Me included. She was so fuckin sexy and she was watching me the whole time. After that, she was drunk and danced on me. She still had that mask on so like I said, I didn't know it was her. I took her home. She was so drunk and ian into taking advantage of nobody so I let her sleep in my bed and I slept on the couch. The next morning her crazy ass came in there with my baseball bat like she was gone do something. We was shocked as hell when we saw it was each other. She was being rude then some kinda way we winded up talking about a lot of stuff. I gave her a ride home and ended up seeing her at Taco Bell where she was working at the time. Later on, somethin' told me to invite her to my party so I went to her house and did. I was bitter as hell that whole night cause I thought she stood me up and like I said, she had already crushed my pride. So, she finally came and cussed out my guard cause the nigga didn't know who she was. But yeah, we had a good ass time that night. We ended up kissing and all that good stuff. Both of us got to fighting with one of my old friends cause he was her ex and hit her and Tandy, my old hoe had punched her cause she was jealous. After that, we just clicked and stayed cool. I went to jail for choking my lil cousin. Zaya bailed me out but they had added another month to my time cause of a fight I got into while I was in there. Zaya held me down the whole time I was locked up. When I got out, I gave her the D for her first time." he says, laughing. She hits him then laughs. "But yeah, after that, we had got into this huge ass argument. I left and went to a party Roc invited me to. Turns out, Zaya was the one who threw me a welcome home party. I apologized, she was still pissed off. Let's skip some time, I was scared to admit I had feelings for her so I never did and that used to piss her off. One day, I admitted I loved her and all that. Well... Shawd, yo momma's twin was pretending to be yo mom and she was trynna set me up. Zaya set them hoes up and we shot the city up, pretty much. We did that to get you when you was a baby. We had made Célina the night before all this." he says, smiling. "But the police caught us and all that. We went down. I told her I was gone take all the charges but her stubborn ass didn't listen and took half of my sentence. When we got out, we linked up again and yeah..." he says.

"Awwwww... yall Bonnie and Clyde lookin' ass." I say. Ma starts crying. We look at her. "What?" we ask. "Legend can swim." she says, showing us the video Jay just sent her of Legend swimming around in the pool. We look at her crazy. "You pregnant, ain't you?" Shawd exclaims. She gotta be cause she crying for no reason. "Yeah." my dad answers. "I'm the daddy." Shawd mumbles.

"The fuck did you just say?" my dad asks. "I said I want some candy." Shawd says, smirking. "Candy, huh?" dad asks. Shawd nods his head. My dad punches him in his mouth. "Eat that candy then, shit. It's called knuckles." dad snaps at him

I fall out laughing. My dad is so abusive, it don't even seem realistic. But that's the only way Reshawd gone listen though.

HEAVEN

I'm in the mall with Eric, King, Zaria, and Célina. This dude who looks about seventeen looks at Célina, licking his lips and whispering to his friends, making all of them look over at her. She grabs King's hand and walks closer to him. I chuckle. Célina is weird. She really introverted and quiet most times.

"Why are you hiding on me?" King whines. Cèlina points at the boys. "He's cute." I say, elbowing her. Her face turns red. "No." she mumbles. Eric and King give each other a look. "I hope yall mothafuckas looking at this drink machine right here and not her!" Eric yells across the floor, pointing from the machine to Cèlina.

I shake my head. "Eric, you embarrassing her." Zaria says. They walk up to us. "This yo girl?" the one that was looking at us asks, pointing at Cèlina. "No, mothafucka, she my sister and you look damn near my age. She's a little girl, only fourteen. Get the fuck away from us." Eric says. "Cool, but can she suck dıck like she grown?" dude asks, grinning.

That did it cause all of us are jumping his ass. "Mothafucka!" I scream, stomping on his dıck in my wedges. He screams out. "Yo ass tried to show out for your friends but where are they now? They left you! Fucking pussy!" Eric yells, then kicks him in his face. "The cops, run!" Cèlina scream. All of us take off running towards the mall exit cause the mall cops were runnig towards the crowd of people watching it.

Cèlina breaks down crying in the back seat. "What's wrong?" we ask her. She starts rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry." she mumbles. "Sorry for what" Eric asks. "For being the reason that stuff happened to momma and daddy. I'm so sorry." she sobs. "I hate hurting people. I'm sorry, yall." she says, crying harder. All of us start looking at each other. "Cèlina, you ain't thinking about doing that thing again, are you?" Eric softly asks her. She tried to kill herself plenty of times cause she blames herself but nobody blames her. She like, traumatized but won't tell nobody but granny what she was going through when they faked her death and held her hostage. I think that's why she the way she is.

Cèlina doesn't answer. Eric reaches back and lifts her shirt sleeve. He blows then looks away. "You promised, Cèlina." he says. "I know but Reshawd made me help him kill somebody and I was scared and stressed and crying and I didn't tell nobody and I was mad at myself for being weak minded and I did it again." she sobs, rubbing her scratched up arm. Damn, she cut herself again. I look at her arm in tears. She's a fucking baby, she shouldn't be hurting like this.

"Shawd made you help him kill somebody? The hell are you talking about?" Eric asks. She nods her head. "Don't tell him I told you." she says. Eric hit the gas, speeding out the parking lot. "Damn, slow down!" I yell at him.

He gets on the phone. "Dad, where is Reshawd? He made this girl help kill somebody, dude, what the fuck?" Eric yells into the phone. "Eric, no!" Cèlina screams. "He wanna talk to you!" Eric yells, passing the phone to her.

She takes it then starts crying, telling him
I shake my head. This boy killed an innocent baby, man. I wouldn't be surprised if Reshawd's ass ends up dead before he even turns sixteen and if not then, I'm almost positive that boy won't make it to twenty cause of the stuff he does to people. It's gone catch up with him as much as I hate to think about it.

"No, daddy, don't do that to him!" she screams, crying harder. "Do what?" I ask. I guess he hung up on her. Her eyes widen. "What?" I ask. "Dad's sending him away." she mumbles, getting pale. "Sending him away? What?" I ask. "He said that Reshawd knew he only had one more strike. He's sending Reshawd to live with grandpa Gotti in Memphis. He's granny 's ex husband." she says, balled up crying.

I shake my head, wiping my eyes. It's gone be sad to see him go but it's what's best for Reshawd cause if he stays here, he's bound to lose his life young. I hate it had to come down to him getting kicked out over his past but it is what it is.

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