After Eight years, Ghenesis Santiago leaves for Atlanta, Ga to try having a relationship with her father and his new family. While having to maintain her senior year in highschool and working with her brother and his Crew under her father's orders...
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I sat there in silence as i looked out the window at nothing, i was sitting in the Charles's study since i was summoned. Nobody was allowed in this room unless you were requested.... Charles words. I closed my eyes as memories flowed in my mind reminiscing on the screams of my mother that came out of this room. "Good i didn't have to go searching for you this time." My father stated. I opened my eyes staring blankly as Charles came into view sitting down behind his desk. " You needed something?" I asked ready to get this over with. " Full report on your brother, how he is doing so far?" He asked. I bit the inside of my cheek as I felt, my eye twitch.
" He doing good.... quick learner." I clenched his teeth. Hearing Charles call Ghenesis a boy was getting to me. " Good...Good, i need you to give him this. " He says putting a bottle of black pills on the table.
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"It's a new type of testosterone pill. My company’s been developing it for a while now—supposed to reverse whatever’s going on with him," Charles said, all matter-of-fact like this was just another business transaction. "Just passed for market release about a week ago."
I just stared at the bottle he slid across the table like it was nothin’. No label. No info. Just black as sin. Like the bullshit it was bottled in.
Did this man really think I was gon’ give this to her?
"And what am I supposed to say when I hand this to he—him," I corrected myself quick, jaw tight. He caught it too. Of course he did.
"Tell him he needs to take two a day. I’ll be conducting regular urine tests to confirm compliance. And if he refuses..." He leaned back like this was chess, not real life. "Make him."
I bit down on my tongue so hard it felt like metal in my mouth. My hand clenched around that bottle like I could crush it with my palm.
He wasn’t done. Nah. He had more venom to spit.
"It was already embarrassing having him at the banquet. By next year, I want both my sons on the frontlines. Not... some freak."
