Adisa to slow down and stop fighting as they walked their dinner off.
He looked around the land at the people walking and some driving; the children in the nearby field playing soccer or football as they called it in Cameroon. The place where they would be staying was near the airport but ducked off some away from a lot of constant activity. They had landed not even a full hour ago and Demoto was already ready to go on the hunt for Taryn.
He had sat still long enough. It was time to put in some work now. Jacko was on the bed next to his fidgeting with his laptop. They had sat their bags down without even touching them. They’d come right in, eaten, drank some water, and began setting up. Like Demoto had known, this was going to take some time.
There was no way around it. Everyone there knew his mother and respected her power. Even if he wanted to go directly to her, there was no possible way that could happen. He was more than positive that she had guards in every free spot she had. He would be asking for the death of him, Jacko, Taryn, and Ayo pulling a stunt like that. Jacko had wanted to get right down to work because that’s how they handled things in Georgia, but they had to wait.
“So you really think she’s going to call?”
Demoto turned around from the window and looked at Jacko. “I hope so.”
“What if she doesn’t?”
“If she doesn’t call before the day ends, then we’ll get shit popping. I just feel it in my bones. This bitch is up to something. She’s baiting me, and I have to continue waiting in order for her to feel like she’s in charge. Other than that, she’s going to chop our damn heads off.” Demoto laughed nonchalantly as he took a seat on the bed that he’d claimed as his for however long it took to get his family back.
“Chop our heads off? What the hell kind of bullshit is that?”
“Nigga, this is war, and that hoe is the truth.”
Jacko shook his head. “You talk about her like she ain’t your mama.”
“Shit, she ain’t. She don’t act like nobody’s damn mama, so I ain’t treating her like one.”
Jacko leaned back on his elbows. “So, she’ll really cut our heads off?”
“Hell yeah. Why you think I’m trying to feel her ass out? I ain’t got time for that shit.”
“Yeah, figure that shit out, cuz I ain’t trying to die over here. It’s too fucking hot for one, and Kia probably wouldn’t ever get my damn body back.”
The two of them shared a brief laugh before quieting down and wrapping themselves in their own thoughts.
“Jack, if I feel like shit is going to get out of hand or is getting too dangerous, I want you to stay here. This is my family and my problems. You and Kia got y’all lil baby on the way and shit, and I don’t want to be the reason you never see how it feels to be a daddy. You know what I’m saying?”
“I feel you and I appreciate it. You my nigga, though, so let’s think this shit through and handle it right.”
Demoto didn’t say anything, but he heard Jacko loud and clear. With his eyes closed and his mind clouded, Demoto massaged his temples. He was waiting for his mother to call and he was growing very impatient. He tried to think of the things he could do until then without being seen by any of her laborers, but he knew it was going to be far fetched.
He was sure some of his father’s friends should still be lurking in the shadows somewhere, but he just didn’t know where, Paki, being the main one. He had been his father’s right hand man and the only other person his father allowed them around. After him and Adisa’s abrupt departure to Georgia, Paki had been the only person who called and checked on them from time to time. Then one day, as did his father’s, Paki’s calls stopped coming.
The only thing that worried Demoto was the fact that just as he knew how loyal Paki was to his father, so did his mother. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d had him killed right alongside his father. Demoto could go
He looked around the land at the people walking and some driving; the children in the nearby field playing soccer or football as they called it in Cameroon. The place where they would be staying was near the airport but ducked off some away from a lot of constant activity. They had landed not even a full hour ago and Demoto was already ready to go on the hunt for Taryn.
He had sat still long enough. It was time to put in some work now. Jacko was on the bed next to his fidgeting with his laptop. They had sat their bags down without even touching them. They’d come right in, eaten, drank some water, and began setting up. Like Demoto had known, this was going to take some time.
There was no way around it. Everyone there knew his mother and respected her power. Even if he wanted to go directly to her, there was no possible way that could happen. He was more than positive that she had guards in every free spot she had. He would be asking for the death of him, Jacko, Taryn, and Ayo pulling a stunt like that. Jacko had wanted to get right down to work because that’s how they handled things in Georgia, but they had to wait.
“So you really think she’s going to call?”
Demoto turned around from the window and looked at Jacko. “I hope so.”
“What if she doesn’t?”
“If she doesn’t call before the day ends, then we’ll get shit popping. I just feel it in my bones. This bitch is up to something. She’s baiting me, and I have to continue waiting in order for her to feel like she’s in charge. Other than that, she’s going to chop our damn heads off.” Demoto laughed nonchalantly as he took a seat on the bed that he’d claimed as his for however long it took to get his family back.
“Chop our heads off? What the hell kind of bullshit is that?”
“Nigga, this is war, and that hoe is the truth.”
Jacko shook his head. “You talk about her like she ain’t your mama.”
“Shit, she ain’t. She don’t act like nobody’s damn mama, so I ain’t treating her like one.”
Jacko leaned back on his elbows. “So, she’ll really cut our heads off?”
“Hell yeah. Why you think I’m trying to feel her ass out? I ain’t got time for that shit.”
“Yeah, figure that shit out, cuz I ain’t trying to die over here. It’s too fucking hot for one, and Kia probably wouldn’t ever get my damn body back.”
The two of them shared a brief laugh before quieting down and wrapping themselves in their own thoughts.
“Jack, if I feel like shit is going to get out of hand or is getting too dangerous, I want you to stay here. This is my family and my problems. You and Kia got y’all lil baby on the way and shit, and I don’t want to be the reason you never see how it feels to be a daddy. You know what I’m saying?”
“I feel you and I appreciate it. You my nigga, though, so let’s think this shit through and handle it right.”
Demoto didn’t say anything, but he heard Jacko loud and clear. With his eyes closed and his mind clouded, Demoto massaged his temples. He was waiting for his mother to call and he was growing very impatient. He tried to think of the things he could do until then without being seen by any of her laborers, but he knew it was going to be far fetched.
He was sure some of his father’s friends should still be lurking in the shadows somewhere, but he just didn’t know where, Paki, being the main one. He had been his father’s right hand man and the only other person his father allowed them around. After him and Adisa’s abrupt departure to Georgia, Paki had been the only person who called and checked on them from time to time. Then one day, as did his father’s, Paki’s calls stopped coming.
The only thing that worried Demoto was the fact that just as he knew how loyal Paki was to his father, so did his mother. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d had him killed right alongside his father. Demoto could go
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