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he knew Carlton was right also. Murder was bad for business, and no matter how much he and Kareem wanted revenge, it would have to wait until Carlton felt it was time.
     
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    King pulled up to his parent’s house with Kareem and they walked up to the door. King turned the knob, and the aroma of Sunday dinner filled his nostils. The two men walked to the back patio and found Yogi and Carlton sipping on tea mixed with lemonade.
    “Kareem!” Yogi said, smiling.
    Kareem looked Yogi over. She wore a white denim mini skirt that showed off her toned thighs, and a red lace shirt with a white cami under it. Kareem knew that she was King’s mama, but damn, she was fine as hell. Beautiful face and that banging body made her a definite M.I.L.F. She gave him a hug and he could smell her signature perfume, Jo Malone.
    “Hey, Ms. Yogi,” Kareem said, slowly loosening his embrace.
    “Kareem, so glad to have you home, baby.” Yogi said, touching his face and kissing his cheek. Kareem was like a second son to her.
    “Hey boy! You look good, still skinny as hell,” Carlton said, pounding Kareem and giving him a brief hug. “Yeah, glad you made it out boy, glad. Come on boys, let’s go to my office. We got some things to talk about.” Carlton said, referring to the basement.
    The men walked down the stairs. Kobe, Carlton’s main security guy, was already sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand and talking on the phone. Carlton walked behind the bar and poured three glasses of cognac.
    He handed King and Kareem a glass then raised his in a toast. “To freedom, friendship, family, and vengeance!” Carlton said, clinking his glass against King’s glass, and then Kareem’s. The men sat down and sipped their drinks. Carlton took his seat in his recliner and waited for Kobe to get off the phone before he spoke.
    “I had a night to sleep on this, and I’m thinking a quick response could be good in this situation. I had Kobe call our people downtown and check this nigga, Red, out. It looks like your boy been working with them people, so that’s probably what gave him the balls to think he could take from us. Word is that he done set up a bunch of people, so they probably got good protection on him, but that don’t have nothing to do with the people around him. I say we send him and the streets a good message, and then we wait a little while before we take him up out of here. That way, when he come up dead, it won’t point right back to us.” Carlton said, looking from Kareem to King.
    “What you thinking, son?” Carlton asked has he sat down at the bar.
    “I think we need to make sure that every nigga in this state learn not to ever cross us like this again.” King said and placed his Smith and Wesson on the bar.
     
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    After King and the family had finished Sunday dinner, him and Kareem excused themselves to continue the rest of the day King had planned for his newly released partner.
    “Man where we off to?” Kareem asked, not sure what King had going on in his mind.
    “Well first we about to swing by one of my little spots, so a couple of my side chicks can squeeze whatever cum you got left inside you after Tiana worked your ass over last night. Then we off to the mall so we can get you out that damn Wal-Mart sweat suit you got on, homie.” King answered while trying to control his laughter.
    “Fuck you nigga, you know this some shit wifey had for me, and it was either this or throw on some Roca wear I had from three years ago.”
    “Yeah, well I’m definitely glad you didn’t put that on, but that shit ain’t much better.” King responded, still laughing.
    Kareem looked back down on what he had on, and he couldn’t do nothing but bust out laughing himself.
    “Yeah, you right brah, good looking out. I definitely need the wardrobe update, but I’m going to pass on the strippers. I promised myself and Tiana that I was going to try to do better, and the least I can do is not fuck up on