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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Later That Day
“Ayo, so how you gon’ keep this lil secret thing wit’ you and Ghen from your pops?” Nico asked, loungin’ on the couch rollin’ up while I counted the money.
We had racks all over the glass table. Dice and Mason had slid to the church earlier, doin' recon—peepin' exits, camera angles, watchin' folks come and go. Shit was gettin’ real.
I passed the blunt and slapped a rubber band on a thick stack. “I ain’t hidin’ shit,” I said, throwin’ the money on the pile. “Ain’t none of Charles’ business who I sleep next to.”
Nico raised an eyebrow, hittin’ the blunt. “Right… I mean, I know you. Been with you since we was rockin’ starter jackets and stealin’ bikes. I also know Charles… that nigga play dirty.”
“And I play grimy,” I said flat. “If he touch Ghen, it’s game over. I’ll erase that man and sleep like a baby. No hesitation.”
He nodded slow, eyes narrow. “Speaking of… that thing I ordered for you came in.”
He reached into his bag and tossed me a dark lil’ bottle. I caught it, looked at it. No label. No branding. Just black glass and vibes.
“Everything in it clean?” I asked, eyes locked on him. My nerves started tweakin’ a little.
“75% folic acid—gon’ boost her estrogen,” he said, sittin' up a little. “Other 25’s just natural stuff—ashwagandha, black seed, ginger root. It ain’t gon’ create new T, just heighten what’s already there. Basically gon’ make her blood test look right without messing up her body.”
I sat back and let out a breath through my nose.
Good. That’s all I needed to hear.
Long as she take it before Charles do another blood pull, we solid. For now.
“Appreciate you, bro. For real,” I said, dappin' him up hard.
“C’mon, you know the vibes. That’s lil sis now. I got y’all.” He chuckled, but the look he gave me afterward got real. “Just… be easy with her, Z.
I didn’t say nothin’ at first. Just nodded once.
Outta all the women I done touched, played, and left in they feelings… Ghen’s the only one I’m scared to lose.
Shit’s deep.
“Where she at?” Nico asked, peepin' the stairs.
“Upstairs. K.O.,” I said, leanin’ back and rubbin’ my face. “Still worn out from earlier.”
He smirked. “Nigga, we heard earlier. Sounded like you had her soul in a headlock. Thought y’all broke a mirror or somethin’.”
I deadpanned him. “She was just tired from the ride.”
He laughed, finishin’ the last stack. “Alright. That’s 855 bands even.” He tossed it in the black duffel. “Where you want it?”
“In the Utopia Fund.”
Utopia Fund. Our escape hatch. The moment Charles pulled us in, me, Nico, Dice, and Mayhem made a pact — we ain’t doin’ this street shit forever. Every job? We stashed a cut. Private offshore. Untraceable.
I told myself once I cleared Charles’ last contracts, I was out. Me, my daughter, my crew… ghost mode.
Now? Ghen part of that plan too. No way I leave her behind in this life.
“You thought about where we’d go?” Nico asked.
“Nah, not yet,” I muttered, grindin' my molars. “Still got that Bishop shit to clean up first.”
Bishop Ackers.
That name made my jaw tighten every time.
Back in the day, he was runnin’ East Atlanta like he was the mayor. High school dropout turned product king. Had clubs, churches, schools—all in his pocket. I was in middle school, watchin’ from the sidelines.
Then the feds grabbed him. That’s when Charles swooped in, claimed the blocks, dropped his flag and dared anybody to test it.
When Bishop got out? Crickets. He ain’t push back once. But I felt that hate brewin’ ever since.
He moved low, slid into Lithonia and the metro. Stayed quiet. Waited.
But now that I’m outta prison? Now he movin’ slick. His lil’ brother already pokin’ at me, tryna start some dumb shit.
Why test a man that will kill you with no regret.
“Shit gon’ get real if he finds out who we connected with now,” Nico added, tossin’ me the blunt.
“Even if he do, it don’t matter. Ghen’s stepdad ain’t doin’ no biz with nobody but us.”
“He reached out?”
“Not yet. Ghen said he supposed to hit her next week. In the meantime, we set the play on Bishop. Let him think he runnin’ the board.”
“So we spinnin’ the block or nah?”
“Nah, we gon’ bait him. Tell his lil crew we down to meet next week. Let him feel comfortable. Then we snatch that comfort out from under him.”
Just then, Dice and Mayhem burst through the door lookin’ shook.
“Malice… we got a problem.”
I sighed, lit another blunt. “How bad?”
“Real bad,” Mayhem said, tossin’ me his phone.
I looked at the screen.
Russian mob. Haitian bosses. Yakuza figures. All of 'em. The kind of names that don’t even breathe unless they bein’ watched by three-letter agencies.
“The fuck is this?” I asked, brows liftin’.
“This ain’t no church lock-in, bruh,” Mayhem said.
“This a whole damn crime summit,” I muttered.
They usin’ the Palooza as cover. No sermons. No kids. Just kingpins sharin’ turf, movin' guns, settin' up alliances.
I handed the phone back, mind already goin’ a mile a minute.
Everything just changed. This job? It ain’t what we signed up for.
I ain’t puttin’ Ghen anywhere near that fire. I don’t care what it cost me.
