,December 25, 2001 The 16 year old twins Twon and Qwon rose from their beds anxious to see if the mom who very rarely keeps her word just happened to keep it this year and get them those Jordans they had been hounding her for. As they looked into the living room two shoe boxes wrapped in newspaper sat under their tree, which was really a plant with some school ornaments on it they had made when they were young. It was what it was in the projects. As they raced across the living room, damn near knocking over the coffee table that already had one leg held up by books, they wasted no time ripping in to the packages. Within seconds they emerged with their Jordans that they thought they would die without. “Momma” the boys yelled simultaneously, but there was no response as they approached her door. The smell of stale Newports filled their nostrils as Qwon slowly pushed the door open with Twon right on his heels. “Momma” you woke?” Twon said pushing his brother aside. But still no response from the motionless body in the bed. They called Momma as they made their way around the bed. They noticed the belt tied around her arm tightly and just below a needle hanging. “Momma” they yelled frantically, as her eyes stared straight through them and their attempts to revive her failed. This couldn’t be happening to them, not today. It really sat in quickly the woman that gave birth to them was now dead. Twon reached down slowly closing his mother’s eyes for the last time. Qwon then noticed a letter lying on the floor marked Twon and Qwon on it. “Twins, I know right now you’re confused and hurt, but it’s important that you stay strong for each other. Always know I love ya’ll with all my heart and I will always be there, no matter where ya’ll go. Just know I couldn’t go on a slave to this heroine any longer and eventually my habit would become a liability to what the future holds for ya’ll. Now this is where I need ya’ll to pay close attention. In the picture frame of ya’ll on my night stand there is a key. This key is gonna open a part of ya’ll life that can’t be closed once it is opened – it is in your bloodline. Today is the 10-year anniversary of the night those pussy ass police took your father away from us. 10 long years I’ve waited to give ya’ll this key. The key to ya’ll destiny and now the time is here. I want ya’ll to go to our old house. It is boarded up now, but ya’ll will find a way in. Once inside go up to your old room. Remember that mural of Michael Jordan ya’ll Dad had painted for ya’ll on the wall? It is time for ya’ll to find out the real reason it’s there. Boys its one thing left. Promise me you won’t let those police ever take ya’ll away in handcuffs and and look ya’ll up ever. Now go reclaim the throne your father left behind. You’re the sons of King, and boys your father is waiting. Love Mom. P.S. I hope ya’ll like the shoes I got you for Christmas.” As they stood there trying to take in everything that has been put before them, strangely they never shedded a tear. It wasn’t the first they seen death, and it sure wouldn’t be the last. December 30, 2001 Social Services took no time stepping in placing us in a group home. It was only temporary though because it was only a matter of time before we planned our escape. Today was our mother’s funeral so the Social Worker took us and sat with us the whole time. As we sat in the church we watched as hundreds of people made their way in and out, paying respect to Debra Scott, but also know to the streets as the Queen. “ Momma show look good, huh Qwon?” “Sure do. She almost look unreal”, replied Qwon. The years had taken a toll on the Queen. 10 years ago she was the baddest thing in the hood at 150 pounds, with a 5’3” frame. Thick was an understatement. Her creamy black skin complimenting her hypnotizing brown eyes that seemed to take complete control over our dad. He’d buy her the world if he could, and he sure did try. From minks, to diamonds, to clothes – you name it she had it. Once dad got locked up it seemed like part of her died. The first couple years were straight, but by the time we were nine, we noticed all her nice things Dad had bought her slowly disappeared. There were days at a time momma wouldn’t even come home, so we learned to take care of ourselves. By the time of our 11th birthday, Momma had blown through a couple hundred thousand dollars that our Dad had left her, and she was unable to continue paying the property taxes on our house. We were forced to move to the Marion Jones housing projects. To some it was unreal to hear the Queen was now living the same projects her husband’s legacy began in. At first everything was going good. Momma walked around like the world was still hers. People jumped around doing whatever she asked, whenever she asked. As the months passed, the Queen’s ugly secret could no longer be hidden. Heroine called Momma night and day and she answered. The people she once looked down upon now looked down upon her as she’d sit on the stairway and nodded off as the heroine stole her soul gram by gram. It’s hard to believe the woman lying in the casket was once the Queen married to the infamous Tyler Scott known by us as pops, but to the world as the King. As the door of the church opened, it was if nobody in the church was breathing. Mouths opened in awe as this massive 6’4” 290lbs of muscle walked in shackled from waist to ankles in a black suit. His braids almost toughing his chest, gold tams covered his devilish grin he gave. His eyes were like heartless bullets spraying though the crowd finally finding their targets – Twon and Qwon. “Twon, it can’t be” Qwon said looking for the reassurance of his brother. “Qwon, that’s our dad”. It had been 10 years since we saw our Dad and here he was shacked like an animal. To them he was the most powerful and dangerous man in America. It wasn’t always like that though. As a young Tyler Scott he chased behind his two brothers through the slums of the city. It was hard on Grandma Scott raising three boys alone where death lied around every corner. As the boys got older, Grandma Scott could barely keep up with their mischief. If it wasn’t one of them in trouble, it was all of them. Grandpa Scott had got killed a year after our Dad was born. The rumor is Grandpa robbed banks for a living, but the police could never prove it was him. They caught him one night coming out of the bar and shot him down, making it look like a robbery gone bad. Grandma always told her boys ya’ll gone end up dead just like ya’ll Daddy one day, as if she was a scratched record. Soon that song played its final tune. Uncle “T” short for Terell was always the ladies man. He was the oldest of the 3 brothers at 19 he seemed to have every bitch in the city chasing his slim ass, including the wife of the city’s Kingpin Big Tony. Red the quiet one of the brothers was two years younger than Uncle T and only a year older than our Dad. Dad told T to leave Big Tony’s wife along. The whole hood knew and it was only a matter of time before Big Tony found out. But there was no telling T shit and he sure wasn’t gonna take the advice of his younger brother. One day in the projects his luck ran out as he stood by their building trying to talk some girl out of her panties. He never heard death approaching in the form of Big Tony and his man Slick. The girl’s eyes grew big as if she’d seen a ghost. T never got to turn around as gunfire ripped through the air. The first bullet exploding through the back of his skull, finding its way out his mouth, barely missing the female who was not screaming. Blood and brain matter covered her face and clothes. T’s body crumpled to the ground filled with fire from the other 12 bullets that found their target as T’s soul left his body. Big Tony added his final insult by pulling out his dick and pissing all over T’s body and the female he was talking to. The police covered the projects everywhere, asking questions. But when it came to Big Tony nobody would dare say anything with fear that there family would be next. Grandma Scott took it the worse. First her husband, now her son. It was just too much for her to bear. As Grandma watched the coroner put what was left to T’s bullet filled body in a bag, she collapsed from what later they found out was a massive heart attack, and died on the scene only feet away from where her dead son once lay. Red and Tyler stood there watching as the coroner now took their older brother and their mother. To some it was strange – they never shed a tear. Red then turned to his little brother and said “You know what’s gotta be done, right?” “Yep” Tyler responded with no hesitation. It was at that very moment they both knew Big Tony’s arrogance and carelessness would catch up with him. He never would have thought two young assassins had been following his every move for the last two days until they found the perfect moment to execute their plan. As Big Tony lay with his face deep in Peaches pussy. The same pussy 2 days ago that got T killed would now be the same one that got him killed. “You know you are what you eat” Tyler said as he stood there with Red watching what was going on. “What the fuck” Big Tony said finally coming up for air with his face dripping wet. “How the fuck did ya’ll get in here”? “Do you know what the fuck I am?” Tony questioned. “Enough with the questions, we know exactly who you are. The fat bitch that just killed our brother and mother” Tyler responded. “Ya’ll brother?” Tony said as he attempted to dive for the 38 revolver he had on the dresser next to the bed. He never made it, the thunderous sound of the colt 45 Red had tucked in his pants released fire into the fat man’s ass, as the bullet ripped his flesh open. Peaches lay there naked, and scared that the next bullet would be hers. “Wow you were born with a hole in your ass, now you got 2 – ain’t that some shit” Tyler said in a joking manner, then laughing at the fat man laying on the floor. Big Tony, no longer being demanding since these boy had death written on them, let out a faint whisper “In the closet is a bag with well over $200,000 and 4 kilos of cocaine – just take it and leave, please don’t kill me”. Tyler moved his way to the closet and just like the fat man said, the bag was stuffed. After zipping the bag back up Tyler turned back toward Red, who seemed to not even flinch as he held Tony and Peaches as gunpoint. “Looks like we’re rich Red” Tyler said as he threw the money bag in the middle of the floor. Red never said a word, just cracking a grin. “You got the money now just leave us alone” the fat man said angrily as the pain from his gunshot wound increased with every second. “Oh we’re gonna leave, but first we’re gonna play a game” Tyler said. “Wwhat kind of game?” Tony said stuttering the words out. “First, Red duct tape this fat fuck, I’m tired of hearing his mouth”. Red wasted no time taping the fat man up and giving him a kick in his ass for good measure. As Tony lay there helplessly their attention turned to Peaches. “Please don’t hurt me” Peaches said almost in tears. “Oh we ain’t gone hurt you if you do what you’re told” Tyler said as he smiled at Peaches. “So you like to fuck huh Miss Peaches?”Tyler said as Peaches though to her self (Maybe if I fuck them this will all be over). “Do what you want to me, just don’t kill me” Peaches said in her best scared voice. Red, not saying a word went to work duct taping both of Peaches arms to the bed post. Peaches laid there with her legs open actually turned on by what these young boys were about to do to her. Tyler climbed on the bed in between her thighs sitting on his knees. To Peaches it looked as if Tyler was reaching to undo his pants and she actually was anticipating it. That is when she seen the 44 Bulldog coming out his waist line giving her no time to move. Tyler shoved the cold steel deep in her wet pussy. “You like to fuck, huh bitch, we’ll fuck this gun or I’m gonna kill you” Tyler demanded in the coldest voice he had ever heard. The thought that made her so wet now left her mind as the cold steel of the gun dug deep inside her pussy. The pain filled her with each stroke but she never stopped praying this would be over with soon. Big Tony laid there as Tyler fucked his wife with a pistol. All he could think of was how his man Slick would be coming back to get him soon. “I told you this bitch would fuck anything Red”. Red laughed as he left the room thinking about what was next for their victims. As Peaches begged to herself that this would be over, she finally heard Tyler say “that’s enough” as he pulled the gun out of her now bleeding insides. “Please, please don’t kill me, I’m sorry” Peaches said pleading for her life. “Oh we ain't gone kill you” Tyler said with a devilish grin on his face. Before Peaches knew it Red walked back through the door carrying something she couldn’t quire make out, due to Tyler blocking her view. By the time she seen the hot iron red held in his hand, it was inches from her face. As Red pressed the iron down across the whole left side of her fact. It was as if her flesh melted together leaving her eye stuck close permanently. The harder he pushed, the louder she screamed until the pain was so excruciating she passed out. Big Tony’s screams were muffled From the duct tape as the kingpin lay helpless praying, knowing that at any move Slick should be walking through the door. Little did Tony know Tyler and Red were hoping the same thing. As the keys jingled in the door, Big Tony thought his prayers were finally answered. Surely these young boys were no match for Slick. Slick struck fear in the heart of everyone in the city. Tyler and Red simultaneously jumped into the hiding positions and lay waiting for there next victim. Tony underestimated the wits of these young boys and now he was helpless toward slick of the trap he was walking into. “Boss” Slick yelled from the living room as he made his way in the house. There was no response. Slick continued to walk towards the bedroom yelling “Boss you in there?” Still no response. “Well cover up so I can grab that bag”. As he eased the door open he wandered what that smell was in the air. Not knowing that what he was smelling was the smell of burnt flesh. He heard a muffled sound causing him to look down and see his boss duct taped on the floor. “Boss who the fuck did this?” Slick said nervously while noticing that the smell was Peaches. “Boss are you okay?” as he knelt down pulling the tape from Big Tony’s mouth. Before Big Tony would tell Slick to watch out, the whole top of his head seemed to pop off from the 44 blast, splashing Slicks brains and skull all over Big Tony. Laughter filled the air as Tyler and Red stood over their prey like animals. That is when Big Tony knew he was gonna die. The next morning in the projects was one that would be remembered. As the projects woke, it was a scream outside that none would soon forget. The people ran to see what was going on.To everyone’s surprise, stuck to the top of the pointy black fence rail was the head of Big Tony with what was later found out to be Slicks dick in his mouth. As for Peaches, they didn’t worry about her talking. Red took great pleasure in re-heating the iron and sealing her lips closed with it. They say the bitch killed herself a week later. As for Big Tony and Slicks bodies, they found them a month later in the trunk of a stolen car. Everyone in the projects knew who was responsible for the and with $264,000 dollars and 4 kilos of cocaine, Taylor and Red wasted no time showing everybody who was now in charge. Anybody that got in their way paid with their life. Within a week, the city was theirs. Even though Tyler was only 15, his street smarts were extraordinary. With his brother Red killing relentlessly at his brother’s side, the King was born. As the King stood over the casket of his only love , his anger engulfed him knowing that now vengeance must be his. Little did the world know his plan was already underway. They stopped him the first time 10 years ago, but this time they’ll never have a chance.