Sancere Andrews
Jackson, Mississippi
6/18/23

    "YEOO DAD," San shouted, stepping foot into his childhood home that looked the exact same. Spotless. Just how his father liked it. "You home!?"

"I'm in the study, please keep your voice down as well." His father announced and San followed his voice toward his study.

This house was literally a mansion and it took San a while to remember where his dad's old study was located.

'Shit ian been to this hell hole in years..'

As he opened the door to his father's study he was met with a foul scent. The scent of something rotten. San scrunched his face and tucked his nose into his hoodie. "The fuck is that smell, cuh?!"

His father, Lodus chuckled and continued to flip through paper work. "Take a look to your left."

San hesitantly looked over his shoulder and internally gagged at the sight. A dead body, his older sisters dead body to be exact.

She had open bullet wounds all over her body and a slit throat. But the horrific part was her mouth was sewn shut and eyes removed from her skull, it was almost like staring at a skeleton.

Her face was shriveled up in an expression of fear. It was stuck like that for god knows how long. San assumed it was from the terror she was in when she met her end and couldn't help but to smile as he intensely stared at her dead body.

'I hope it hurt.'

"You seem to be enjoying the sight.. me and your mother knew you would." Lodus beamed, proud that his son was happy.

San shrugged and finally ripped his gaze from the body and met his father's natural mug. "What y'all kill her for anyways?"

Lodus sighed, typing away on his computer and trying to ignore his son's foolish question. "So you don't hear me talkin' to you, Lodus?"

His father slammed his fist into the table and gave him a hateful glare.

"Now you have some respect when you talk to me, boy!" Lodus shouted— now standing from his chair and pointing towards his scrawny kid.

"Done told you about calling me Lodus. It's father or dad to you, understood?"

San bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying anything back, because lord knows he wanted to. "Yes sir, now can you answer my question?"

Lodus rolled his eyes as he sat back down, continuing to type up documents.

"I didn't kill her, that was your mother. She was livid when she found out about what your sister did to you, and as much as I tried to calm her down I couldn't. Shit I was mad as hell myself," he explained.

"And you're lucky your mom stopped me from going to find your ass because I would've killed you. How could you keep something like this from us? That your sister had been raping you since you were a child!"

San winced at the reminder of his trauma. The one thing he forced his self to forget was brought back to his memory.

"Dad just fuckin' stop, yo. That's not yo' business, I was handling it myself. Ian need y'all help."

Lodus bitterly chuckled before warning his son. "Get out of my face before I hurt you. You sound like a damn retard."

He wasn't gonna lie, hearing that from his father hurt. And things barely ever hurt him but family matters always took a toll on him. It was nothing new, he just had to keep telling his self it was tough love.

"Whatever, Lodus. I was just coming to tell you T'Ren needs help. He was shot in the shoulder on his task in California, you should get him help if you want him to live."

Lodus scoffed. One son was physically weak and the other was emotionally weak. Ain't that some shit? "You gone be his help. Go out to California and tend to his stupid ass."

Shaking his head San replied, "Can't do dat'. I got personal reasons as to why I'm here so you gon' have to ask someone else."

Lodus was taken aback by how quickly his son refused. He was almost proud in a way because maybe San wasn't as weak as the last time they met.

He half smiled and raised his eyebrows,"Very well. I'll send someone else but when your brother gets out here you the one taking care of him."

At this point San was just nodding as everything his father said went in one ear and out the other. He was just ready to get the fuck out of this creepy ass house and handle the shit he needed to.

"Ight dad, I understand but ima head out I got sum to handle real quick."

Lodus sent him a nod giving him the okay to leave. But not before he mumbled a low "be careful, stay safe."

Sometimes Lodus could be a very loving father and other times.. he could go a bit over board. But San knew he was one of the favorites out of his 6 siblings. Well 5 now since that old hag is dead, thank god.

"Yeah, you too."

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"Ugh, why the fuck did they leave me in the care of yo' ass!" T'Ren yelled from the hospital bed and started punching the air causing his wound to get a cramp and he yelped.

Whoever Lodus sent transferred T'Ren from California back to Mississippi, where everyone was originally from.

Lodus and Gierra didn't trust in hospitals. They were well wanted criminals and didn't want anyone figuring out their identity's. They passed that paranoia onto their children, and now T'Ren was horrified of public hospitals.

So Lodus set one up back at the family house. It was better that way.

San shook his head in annoyance, picking up the cloth with alcohol and applying it onto his brothers wound.

"Yo' dumb ass just can't stay still. Keep moving around and the cut gon reopen." He warned.

At times like this he missed his baby. She would always clean up his wounds and kiss his scars right after. He needed her, he craved her.

Thinking about Ko'tavia led him to remember his brother never even gave him back the information he needed. He was watching her for a reason, after all. "Who shot yo' ass anyways? Cause I coulda sworn I gave you a mission to keep yo' self right by my girl. You had made some other stops?"

T'Ren bit on his lip and went silent. He knew he didn't carry out the task San assigned him. He in fact did something that would make San want to take his head.

"Ight ima tell you bro. But don't get mad. You gotta swear you won't get mad or I'm not telling you shit." T'Ren eyed him. He ain't play about his safety and right now he wanted San far away from him. "And you gotta stand by the door, ion want you too close."

San straight faced him but still went to stand by the door. Regardless, if he was told anything he didn't wanna hear he'd just kill him. He ain't fuck with his siblings like that anyways, each and every one did some fucked up shit to him in the past. Some unforgivable shit.

"Alright so.. as I told you she was with some friends. And I recognized one of em. Laniya. I got business wit' her. She my Ko'tavia, ya' feel me?" T'Ren started as he watched his older brother clench his jaw.

"And before you get mad let me finish. So I went ahead and just went off the plan.. I had me and some of my crew follow their car when they left the atv park. The plan was for me to take Laniya and then do what you asked. But that ended up changing when shots was fired at us, we had to defend-"

San chuckled bitterly and quickly cut him off. "Fuck you mean had to defend? I know you not 'bout to tell me you shot at the car she was in cuh'. I know you not."

T'Ren sighed. "I did. Me and 3 others shot at the car she was in and it's likely she could've been shot. I know it wasn't your orders but-"

Before Ren knew it San was strangling him. He didn't understand how San got to him so fast, he was just by the fucking door!

"You shot at my fucking girl, foo'? Huh? You shot at her?!" San yelled, gripping his brother's throat tighter.

Ren was gagging and trying to claw the strong hands off of him but it was no use. He was too weak compared to his older brother. And San wasn't in his right mind right now, he wasn't in control. And he had no intentions on letting his little brother out of this easy.

San held a chilling smile as he watched Ren's eyes shut, slowly going unconscious. T'Ren wasn't dead but he surely wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.

San quickly snapped out of it when he heard the sweet voice of his mother echoing throughout the thin mansion walls.

"Where's my babies? Mommy's homeeee!"

He smiled at the sound of her voice and straightened himself up. He had to make it seem like he didn't just choke the shit out of his brother.

The loud sound of her heels inching closer and closer towards the room he was in just made him smile harder. It's been years since he's seen his mother. The only one he loved out of the fucked up family.

Once she finally got to the door she just stared at him for a moment. 8 years.. 8 years it's been since she's seen her oldest son, Sancere.

"Oh my god.. look how big you've gotten! My babyyy" Gierra gushed, running to her son and engulfing him into a bone crushing hug.

See.. his mom was 6'0, almost the same height as him so of course the hug hurt. A lot.

"Wassuh mom. I missed you." He smiled. For the first time in a long time he actually felt happy. San's been dying to see his mom for years but couldn't due to the business.

"Hi honey, I've missed you more. And don't try to sweet talk me, I need to speak to you.. I'm sure you know what about."

His eyes lit up and he ripped away from the hug. "About Ko'tavia? You did it and it worked?!"

Gierra mugged him and tucked her lips. "No thirsty boy! I'm talking about your older sister, Guerra. We have a lot to discuss, and I need nothing but the truth from you. Understand?"

He immediately shut down and the smile faded from his face. 'Why does everyone keep bringing her ass up.'

"I'm not ready to talk about that, mom. You can understand dat' right?" He pleaded, hoping she would just drop it like his father did.

Gierra sighed. She wanted her son to open up to her especially about something as serious as this but she also didn't want to rush him. "Fine then, A'Jace. But you will open up to me about it eventually. Correct?"

San nodded and mouthed a small 'yes'. Which was the truth, he would open up to her about it one day or another. It was just a sensitive topic for him and he never liked to acknowledge it.

"Mkay good! Now about that Ko'tavia girl.."

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Ko'tavia Morris
Inglewood, CA
6/18/23

"Wait wait what the fuck? I sleep for like an hour and y'all killed people?" Tavia exclaimed as her friends just told her the whole story.

They finally made it back to Laniya's house and Ko'tavia woke up as soon as the joy ride was over.

"Not our fault you slept through the shit! It was loud as fuck ion know how you ain't wake up." Laniya sighed.

Jared had been quiet since they got in the house. No one questioned it, though. They figured he was still shaken up by the events that occurred tonight.

But really, he was just contemplating on if he should tell his friends who the masked men were or not. He honestly didn't want them involved and thought it was best if they didn't know all the details.

Maybe it was weird of him but shit. It would only make matters worse if they knew. And Jared wouldn't allow anyone else he loved to get hurt, ever.

"Oh Jared, did you know who those people were or something? You seemed like you had a personal vendetta against them." Laniya questioned and threw her feet over Vince's sleeping body.

Ko'tavia eyed him and watched his body tense up.

"Nah, I thought I did at first but they had masks on. And I couldn't see shit it was too dark."

Laniya just shrugged cause she was tired and believed it. But as for Ko'tavia? Nah, Ko'tavia grew up watching investigations and crime shows. She could tell when someone was lying right off the bat. And she knew he was lying. But for what?

'Why would he lie though.. is he possibly working with the masked men?'

She quickly ruled that idea out of her head. It was clear he couldn't be working with them since he killed most of them. And Jared would never do something like that to his friends.. she felt bad for even thinking it.

But she knew he was lying, and she made it her mission to find out why.. because the truth will always unfold.

authors note
Tav on her Nancy Drew shit. And I gave y'all a lil intel on San n his family.. how y'all feelin? 🤓