*play the song*

     "Wisdom is taught, you weren't born a God, Klein." My father always tells me when I go in over my head, and since he's about 40 and has never gotten arrested a day in his life, is still married, devoted and faithful. And completely appalled at the lifestyle that I have chosen to live, I believe he's completely right. But you don't have to be righteous to have power, and you don't need to be old, and holy to intake the fruit of knowledge.

     Because I, Klein Masthers, has played the system too many times to actually obtain the sense that I am unable to act as a God.

   Right now it is 4:52 PM, the goods are coming in, which means it is time to weigh, bag, and prepare for take off. But before I could take part in such fun, Ronn called me in regards to a delay in our routine rendezvous. Conversation went a little like this.

  "What Ronn?" I spoke irritant, trying to focus on how the hell to change this kids clothes.

   "We've got a problem." Rolling my eyes and repositioning the phone between my ear, and my shoulder I began again.

    "Oh okay, so we've got a problem, are we trying to solve for x or y dumbass just tell me what the fuck is going on."

    "The truck filled with the goods, yeah it ain't here. Been waiting since 2:15. Our boy Hans didn't come through with the guns either, you think he's shooting for Vindango?" Picking up K.C, I pulled her close to my chest as I grabbed my car keys and raced out of the door.

   "That stupid little fuck! I told you Ronn that I didn't trust the bastard. I'm on my way."

   "With K.C?"

   "Yes with K.C, I don't exactly have the time to invest in babysitters. And I don't have the patience to walk them through, how bad I would hurt them if they ever thought of betraying me. So keeping my t's crossed and i's dotted, I'm just going to take care of my daughter by myself. It's not that hard."

   My parents wanted nothing to do with me, and If they knew I had her, they wouldn't want anything to do with K.C. "You're going to get yourself killed. You're a grown ass man Klein. I raised you better than this, a fucking drug dealer?

              You're going to have more blood on your hands than the Romans. You dumb little fuck. You were a fine boy, your mother and I raised you, in a good home.

    And you got into this shit? I'm going to pray to God above, that he watches over you. Because Klein these things don't end pleasantly, don't make me go through those phone calls, house visits and court dates.

      I ain't ever planned to attend my own son's funeral. I won't pull through, your mother will have a fucking heart attack dammit!

            You better hope to your heart beating in your chest, that your brother doesn't  fall behind you.

     Because that'll be the motherfucking day Klein Claytin Masthers, I'll take you both out. I'll take that gun you've got hoisted on your got damn hip, and I'll kill you my damn self.

      You got that? Look at you, what the fuck is all of this shit on your body? You look like a fucking billion skittles splattered all over ya, Jesus boy?

      Where's your fucking skin? I can't do this, no I can't fucking do this. Shut up your brother is almost on."

I didn't say anything in the first damn place.

    That was the day of my little brothers Senior Graduation. I got dressed up, suit and tie, just for my little bro I was proud of Dayton. He didn't know who exactly I was on the streets but he knew that I had him, moms, and pops taken care of.

   My mother was down on the bottom bleachers with her video cam happy, and excited that her last son is graduating as well. I wasn't there for long, just long enough to see him get his diploma and smile for a few pictures.

    It was under an agreement I had with my father, I could look, but I couldn't go near. I didn't even get the chance to say congratulations. Couldn't send a card through the mail because to be quite honest, Dayton wouldn't have gotten it. My number was blocked on every single phone in that house my father despised my choices that much. He cut all ties with me.

   I didn't blame him. Never have I been mad at him, he was a father that loved his kids. Just disappointed and hurt that the life he provided, just wasn't good enough that one of them chose the life of crime, rather than God.

    I resented myself for allowing my father to distance me and my brother, like the way he did. But I guess things have been working out in my favor slightly, I mean I get to hear about him in the news. In total it's been four years, and six months since I've seen Dayton in person. I might have actually seen him once, eh who knows his appearance has changed so drastically I doubt if I even had recognized him.

Dizzily snapping myself out of my thoughts I sucked my teeth to Ronn's dumbass remark.

   "Yesterday you put her jeans on backwards." Ronn's voice filled with humorous sarcasm, I scoffed.

   "I'm not a pro, douche bag, just meet me in Little Havanna. I'm dropping K.C off at Myranda's." Though I knew damn well that taking K.C to her house was a stupid idea. But did I care? No she's just a girl I fuck time from time to let out a bit of frustration.

     Sure of course she cooks food, attempts to clean, and makes an effort to love me, but for some reason I just cant find the feelings to provide back. Of course to anyone with a pure heart and sympathetic conscious. Its going to seem like I'm a completely heartless prick, but she knew what she was getting into before we even started.

      Pulling into her driveway, my parking place was being occupied, my lip twitched in agitation as I walked up the steps, and knocked on the door.

   Though the house is in my name, the bills have been paid for thanks to me, and the key that is on a chain is currently burning a hole through my hand. I resisted in just barging in, but after I stood for almost two minutes, the door was still shut, and there was no sign of Myranda. A bit of uneasiness came over me, a lump formed inside my throat, and the rate of my heart beat sped to a hundred fold.

   The center of my palms began to drip of sweat, and my muscles grew limp. Managing to knock on the door once more, before I took it into my own hands by opening it myself,  I breathed out loud.

      Opening the door widely, I shifted my position, and lifted a brow. It wasn't Myranda, only in pink lingerie stood a female, with sleeves of tattoos, and piercings: on her lip, navel, eyebrow, and her nose. Her lips were full, as well as her thighs, and from what I could tell so was her ass. The dimples on her cheeks were exposing themselves as she smiled.

    Just from one glance I detected that she was a Latina, her long big black curly hair, framed her face as well as her narrow shoulders. Her right upper thigh was covered, with ink filled details of a rose, and a huntsman. Ears gauged to a 0.0, and an industrial piercing through her left. She didn't wear makeup, but from what I was staring at, I didn't understand why in the burning hell would she ever need it.

     Her eyes were cat like, but they were hazel, her cheek bones were high and defined, as well as her jaw line. All in all, she was sexy, but I ignored that minor detail and got straight to the point. "Where's Myranda?" I asked, ignoring her lust filled glare upon me.

   "She's inside Chico, getting ready for work." She responded through a thick accent, my eyes trailed awkwardly to both my left and my right before returning to the sight of her. I pushed myself inside, the fact that she was in her underwear brought up assumptions. But I shook them off, because what Myranda did on her free time was never my business, and neither did I care. Because she wasn't property, not mine for that sake.

    "Myranda it's me, I need you to do me a favor." Flying out of her room like a bat out of hell she swooped in, and slapped the living shit out of me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked ragingly. Twisting my face I could still feel the burning imprint on my skin. K ow.

   "Puto cabrón, I'm not doing shit for you! Get the fuck out!" Walking away as if she didn't do anything she continued getting ready for work. Pulling her hair back into a high pony tail, I turned away to off my staring.  Swallowing my incoming rage, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

   "I don't have time for this Myranda, I need your help, I've got K.C in the car, and I can't bring her with me. It's an emergency. Can you call out from work just for a couple of hours... Please?"   Her face softened once she heard how frustrated, and concerned I was. I mean I was mad as hell, my money, and reputation was on the line. And if I was at war with Vindango, everything was at risk, including my family, and...Myranda. I clenched my jaw when she began to resist once more.

   "You think that you can just barge in here, and boss me around because you feel as if you're a big boy selling drugs, and killing people Klein. You're a monster, you're irresponsible, and I feel so sorry that K.C's mother died. Because now she's stuck with you. I'm not doing it for you pendejo, I'm doing it for her. Move."

    Pushing me roughly she twisted out into the door way, her ass cheeks jiggling with every step she took. I smirked, the oncoming theory of her and the mystery lady in lingerie was confirmed. Emerging shortly with K.C cradled asleep in her arms she walked towards me, with a serious dark expression on her face. "When you look at her what do you see Klein?"

    I stood there. Surprised, I didn't speak. I just stared at my little baby girl sound asleep, peacefully, nuzzled close and tightly in Myrandas arms. I've realized how dangerous it is to do what I do. Be who I am, just mentioning my name at the wrong place, or at the wrong time could cost someone their life. There isn't just walking away, like I've sold my soul to the devil I'm trapped.

     There is no way out, without being dead. And in this day and age, everyone wants to be above, and everyone will do whatever it takes to get to the top. Then there are the people like me, that will risk every single thing to stay there. Guilty I closed my eyes. "I see my daughter, what's your goddamn point?"

      "Don't make her grow up without a father, she already doesn't have a mother. Your parents know nothing about her, and those goons of yours could give less of a shit what happens to you or her. But of course Klein, you won't take hear to this until your ass is either dead or in jail for the rest of your life. And just to refresh your memory my handsome papi, Sasha died because of you. So when K.C gets older and asks what happens to her mommy and her daddy I'll be sure to tell her. That her father wasn't shit, and because of that her mother died."  I looked down at the white carpeted floors, with a smile. If she weren't holding my little girl right now I probably would've clocked her like one of my boys.

       "I didn't come here to get lectured, you spiteful little cunt. Don't feel too comfortable since you're holding K.C in your arms, and your cum swapping little whore of girlfriend is not even five feet away. All I've asked is for you to watch K.C, not your shitty attempt of enlightenment." Lowering myself to meet the level of K.C, I smoothed her wavy brown hair away from her face and kissed her small forehead. "I love you. Daddy loves you very, very much." With a reluctant heart, and cluttered mind I hovered over her for a little longer.

    She was only 3, but I could tell she was going to be a spitting image of her mother. Removing the plastered image of her blonde hair, bouncing in the wind, and her tall thin body, walking towards me out of my head. I placed my hands inside the pocket of my suit pants, and readjusted to my normal 6'4 height.

   "Now get the fuck out Klein." Myranda's filled in eyebrows furrowed angrily, I smirked at her agitation. Gripping her face roughly I glared deep into her green eyes, with an attempt to fight my touch I kissed her. Pulling her hair, and tilting her head backwards I whispered softly in her ear.

   "4 hours. I'll be back." A forceful push to my chest sent me back, laughing I pulled on my sunglasses and walked out of the door. "Bye beba!" 

    "Fucking pendejo." Myranda voiced as I exited the house and shut the door tenderly behind me.

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        The events in today, by far had to catch me off guard, not in my prime, and utterly, disapprovingly, just fucking awful. I loaded my gun in the car, I was prepared to shoot the little bastard, and send his eyeballs on pop sickle sticks straight to his mother.

    But I knew Ronn wouldn't let me, he grew up with the snake. I combed through my hair, making sure I looked alright before I got down and dirty. Normally I'd let Ronn take care of things like this, but ever since what went down with Sasha, I've made it my job to handle these, minor technicalities.

   The way he looked spelled traitor. The way he smelled spelled pussy, and not the kind that's fuckable, lickable, and delectable. I mean the kind that runs off when there's a sign of danger, the one who's balls never dropped to become an actual man. Short, with a beer belly to match, he was nothing but a low life, trailer park trash, fish looking motherfucker. Big circular Harry Potter glasses, with thick ass lenses.

    You couldn't miss the chump, even from miles away. He slouched like a hunchback from notre dame, his voice high pitched, and nasily. When he asked,"Where's my money Masthers?" I couldn't help but laugh at the fat little shit, having the audacity to question me.

   "Your money? Haha no Hans, the questions of the day that we are both going to be asking each other are... ready? Where are the guns? Where's the ammo? the explosives, and bitch where the fuck are my trucks?" Slightly losing my temper, I was unaware that the bloody barrel to my gun was now on his temple, and my safety was off. I wanted to shoot him a new face as he stood there looking completely clueless at me.

   "Calm down hot head." Ronn instructed, taking into consideration of him being my first cousin on my mothers side, I complied, but his life was only being considered as he continued to speak. Pushing him aggressively into an old ford truck, Ronn stepped to his face. "He's going to kill you Hans, I can only postpone the latter if, you explain to me what the hell happened Friday? And why the hell isnt a truck filled with our pure, ugh so beautifully fantastic cocaine. Sitting on the docks preparing to be weighed, and distributed, so that good ole Masthers over there, can pay you that money you're making a big fuss about."

   He didn't stare at Ronn, his eyes were behind me. Like he was waiting for something, and it was irking me. "What are ya looking at? Who you waiting for Hansy boy?" I targeted my glock, straight at his forehead. If he was playing teams he crossed the wrong one.

   "N-nothing, n-no one. Your trucks will be here, I-I swear!" I flew closer, holding the gun lightly as it levitated ontop of his skull, just ready to pull the trigger.

    "You're lying. You're waiting for something," Jacking him up by the scruffs of his shirt I yanked him closer.

   "I'm not Klein! I just want my money just like you do, we're both business men here, a-aren't we?" He spoke clear, but shakily.

   In this business detecting a lie was just as critical as wiping your prints in a murder scene. Everyone had their own ambitions, and it wasn't anything new to get double crossed.

   I'd like to believe that there's no such thing as friends. Because everyone is chasing after the same thing, and it just gets easier to write a name on a tomb stone for just a pat on the back.

    I nodded my head, and clenched my jaw, at the lies he was telling me through the rockiness of his pupils, and the aching feeling he was getting inside from me finding out his dishonesty.

    He couldn't make direct eye contact, showing a sign of remorse for what he's done, or was about to do. "Reeko, Nate." Motioning for the two to come here, they obliged, grabbing Hans, by the hair and dragging him to the roof of the old apartment complex.

   "Klein what the fuck are you doing, I asked you not to kill him?" I balled a fist, clenched my jaw once more out of anger, and forced my eyes shut in annoyance.

    "You brought a fucking liar to me, let him get control over my trucks, and you don't want me to hurt him? Should it be you as well strung up, on the edge of that wall. Because we wouldn't be here," Turning towards Ronn, I got closer in his face, pointing aggressively into his chest, and shouting as I continued."My trucks with my fucking product, my guns, and my men would be here! I already would've been making my goddamn money, but I kept listening to you! Get the fuck out, go get my daughter from Myranda, take her to my parents, and tell them that she's yours and you're going away for a while. Then I want you back here, because I'm going to let you watch as I clean up your mess. Go Ronn!"

   He walked away, disgusted. Shrugging his feelings off, I rolled my shoulders, stood up straight and met up with Reeko, and Nate. "Please, please, please Klein, I swear I'm not lying. I swear I'm not! Let me go, I'll get you everything you want just please let me go!" Hans was shaking in mid air, moving closer Reeko, and Nate stepped back.

   "What happened, and I'll let you go." I lied, because either way he wasn't going to tell the truth, prepared for the unjust, I got my gun ready.

     "I-I told them to pull over on Main Street, in that alley next to the beach. Just in case things didn't go as planned, everything is there Klein, I'll take you to them. Just let me take you to the trucks, and we'll go our separate ways, happy? Isn't that what you want Klein? You get to walk away with no worries, no worries at all." Finally he stopped speaking, I guess it was because, my gun had found its place in the comfort of his mouth.

     Panicking, as he realized that the end was near I studied him even harder. Tears began to roll down his face, and after years, and years of enduring this moral questioning moment, I still felt a little bad. But I know that it's all apart of the game.

     "Shh, it's gona be alright. You won't even feel a thing." His pleas were muffled, as he squirmed about on the wire. I let him wallow away at the fact, that indeed today was the day he'd meet his maker.

    "Klein!" Ignoring the call for me I continued. "Klein! The trucks are here." Squinting my eyes and smirking at Hans, I tilted my head intrigued. You would've thought that I would be relieved, what I've been looking for has finally arrived. But this was far more than just a delay, Hans was the distraction. So the real fun could begin. I wasn't letting him go, if I had a shred of remorse for what I was about to do it had left me.

Before giving my order, I cocked the gun, my finger was ready on the trigger. He hadn't realized how many clues he was giving away just by opening his eyes a certain way. The brown pearls of deception glowed with relief at those words, which told me simply, that he was waiting for somebody. And with a little twitch of a blink, Hans informed me that indeed they were here, in 'my trucks.'

    I turned to Reeko, and Nate. The fury in my eyes, set them alert as they began pulling out their guns, and heading towards the 1st floor. "There's a blue  Cardinal on my doorstep, pull the pail, and set it low." 

    It was random, but it was the best thing I could think of while being put on the spot. If anyone of them understood it'd be Reeko, Ronn's younger brother. To keep each other out of trouble, when we were kids, we'd make up something random as a code to abort mission, that there's a back up plan for when shit gets heated, and to hold down the fort.

But when circumstances are special like this one, we use Cardinal, as an emergency. Reeko looked more disappointed than worried, scrunching his face, and pushing Nate forward he fell back. Fixing his gun in his jeans, He climbed the ladder down the building.

    Cardinal meant that I was taking this one for the team. I knew Reeko would get away with flying colors, and since Ronn hasn't gotten back yet, Reeko can pass the message on. I always put them before me, they're my family, and that I cherished more than life itself.

  Watching Hans closely, the trembling of his body, made me to pull the trigger and put him out of his misery. But something inside me, made me wait.

     I wanted to see the glimmer in his eyes when he sees his savior come in for the rescue. And then I wanted to see the cold, emptiness of not only his, but of the person he was counting on to save him.

    "Klein let him go. It's over. We've got you surrounded, and there's no way out of this. So put your gun down, let's go into the precinct together, in one piece. You, me, And Hans, what do ya say?"

   His gun was aimed at my chest. I had no doubt that there was also a sniper targeted for the back, and front of my skull. I knew one of us was dying, and although I don't mind my death, I didn't plan on dying today, or being arrested.

   I stared hard, and long. Casing my surroundings, I already knew that I'm not faster than a bullet, but I do know, how to take a few. "Detective Carter, there seems to have been some complications in your half ass plan," I motioned the hand that held my gun, skillfully bending completely backwards, the sound of bullets blazing in the air waved through my eardrums. "You shot the wrong guy, so I guess we're all not coming back in one piece after all." I shouted loudly with a grin, while the wind caught me as I fell mid air, into the Miami sun.