Part 4 (2/2)

”It was okay. The house was packed,” Macy said as he shrugged his shoulders. He opened his mouth to say something else, but the sounds of the door being opened got his attention.

In walked Boomer with his best friend, Fruit. They were obviously out of place, and the overbearing smell of marijuana followed them. It was a black tie affair, but Boomer had taken it upon himself to wear baggy street clothes and gaudy jewelry. He and his friend came in laughing loudly, and they stuck out like two sore thumbs as all eyes seemed to drift to them.

Macy instantly shook his head as he knew that Boomer was about to embarra.s.s him in front of all of his colleagues. Macy clenched his jaws tightly as he watched Boomer make his way toward them, slightly staggering.

”Oh G.o.d,” Fatima whispered as she looked in her son's eyes, noticing that they were bloodshot red. She dropped her head in shame seeing her only son that way. The tips of Boomer's nostrils were also red, signaling that he was high off more than weed.

Quiet mumbles and whispers began to fill the room as the guests chatted about the hoodlum who had just entered the party. Macy acted quickly and headed toward Boomer, trying to stop him before he reached his mother. This was her day, and Macy wasn't going to let anyone bring her down on their anniversary.

The closer Macy got to Boomer, the stronger the weed aroma grew. Macy looked into Boomer's eyes and knew that he was high as a kite. He had been around long enough to know that Boomer was flying off of more than just a little weed, however.

”Let's go. Don't let your mother see you like this,” Macy said as he threw his arm around Boomer and smiled, trying to not make a scene. He turned Boomer toward the door and began to walk him out, but Boomer had other plans.

”Get yo' hands off of me!” Boomer yelled as he s.n.a.t.c.hed away from Macy.

Macy quickly fixed his tie and checked his cufflinks as he smoothly played it off, still having a smile on his face. Boomer's friend Fruit, a skinny kid, stepped to the side and found everything to be funny. He smiled as the drama unfolded before his eyes.

”Do not do this to your mother, Boom. Today is a special day for her,” Macy said in almost a whisper. However, the sternness was still evident in his voice.

”What the f.u.c.k you mean? What? You embarra.s.sed?” Boomer asked as he threw his arms up, causing a scene. ”You don't want everyone to know that your son is a street n.i.g.g.a?” Boomer said as he got louder with each word.

At that point, the DJ had cut the music and everybody's attention was on the spectacle that was about to unfold. The two men locked eyes, and it was undeniable tension between the two of them.

”This is neither the place nor time for your bulls.h.i.+t,” Macy said, keeping his voice low, but never breaking the piercing stare he had on the young man who stood in front of him.

”Well, when is the right time, huh? Don't want everybody to know that your family isn't perfect, huh?” Boomer said as he saw Macy's bodyguards begin to make their way toward him.

”I see this isn't going anywhere,” Macy said as he turned his back and pulled out the cigar that was in his top pocket. He placed it in his mouth and shook his head in disgust. Boomer and he had reached a boiling point, and the mutual dislike for one another finally came to the surface.

Macy always resented Boomer because he knew that he wasn't his biological child. Fatima never admitted that Boomer wasn't his, but Macy knew the truth. Maybe it was the light-skinned complexion of Boomer, or maybe even the lack of ambition that Boomer had, which was totally opposite of Macy's sharklike demeanor. They never spoke on it, and Macy never questioned his wife openly out of respect. Nevertheless, deep in Macy's heart, he knew the truth about the situation. He never pressed the issue, not wanting to dig deep into something that would eventually cause his family heartache.

Boomer also had a deep hatred for Macy. He expected things to be handed to him, and Macy wasn't having it. Macy never gave Boomer anything for free. Macy was only trying to prepare Boomer for the real world, but Boomer took it as Macy not loving him. Boomer was what you call a wannabe. He wanted to be the next street kingpin. He desired to live the fast life, and he wanted that t.i.tle ”kingpin” to be handed to him.

He had heard about how Macy was big in the streets, and he wanted to be what Macy once was. Macy never took Boomer down that road, for fear of the potential outcome. He already knew that Boomer wasn't built for the drug game. To be honest, Macy thought Boomer was too foolish to move drugs, so he never introduced it to him. And for that reason, Boomer hated his so-called father.

”f.u.c.k you, Macy Sigel. You ain't n.o.body's mayor. You a goon just like me! All of those fancy suits and bodyguards can't hide who you really are, playboy,” Boomer yelled as he breathed heavily and twisted his face up.

Boomer's friend stood next to Boomer and watched, not believing that Boomer was going off like he was. Fruit already heard stories about how ruthless Macy was in the past, and honestly, Fruit began to get nervous.

Macy didn't even give him the respect to turn around and look at him. He just lightly chuckled and shook his head as he lifted a lighter to spark flame to his cigar. Boomer continued his rant.

”To tell you the truth, you's a b.i.t.c.h!” Boomer yelled, enunciating every word.

”Boomer!” Fatima yelled as she stood up, having seen enough. Just as Fatima was screaming her son's name, Boomer, high as a kite, threw a punch, trying to connect with the back of Macy's head.

Macy, without even seeing it coming, stepped to the side. Boomer's swing missed and sent him cras.h.i.+ng onto the ground. Macy smoothly slid his free hand into his pocket and looked over at his approaching bodyguards.

”Escort these gentlemen out and make sure he gets home safely,” Macy said as he stepped over Boomer and walked over to Fatima, who had tears in her eyes.

The guards grabbed Boomer and Fruit and quickly guided them out. Macy looked at the DJ and nodded, signaling him to start up the music, and on cue, the sounds of smooth jazz pumped out of the subwoofers. Macy quickly wiped away Fatima's tear before it reached her cheekbone.

”Come on, let's dance, baby,” Macy asked as he smiled from ear to ear.

”I tried to raise him the best way I knew how, but he-” Fatima said before Macy gently placed his finger on her lip, hus.h.i.+ng her.

”Don't worry about it, baby. He is just high out of his mind. He just has to sleep it off,” he whispered, trying to smooth over the tense situation. Macy didn't express it, but he knew that Boomer was going to be a problem-a real bad problem.

Boomer drove down the highway doing almost one hundred miles per hour. His eyes were bloodshot red and his temper was past his boiling point. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he thought about how much he hated Macy.

”I can't stand that n.i.g.g.a,” Boomer said through his clenched teeth. He quickly dipped his head and used his nose as a vacuum, sucking up the cocaine that sat on the book in his lap. He slightly swerved, causing Fruit to get uneasy.

”Whoa! n.i.g.g.a, keep your eyes on the road,” Fruit said as he gripped the door handles and braced himself.

”Relax, scary-a.s.s n.i.g.g.a. I got this,” Boomer said as he wiped his nose and felt the rush of the grade-A cocaine working. Boomer kept thinking about the smug look on Macy's face, and it only enraged him more. ”That n.i.g.g.a thinks he's untouchable. I will show him, though. Trust that!” Boomer said as he tried to think of a way to get Macy back.

Boomer and Fruit had been smoking weed and sniffing cocaine most of the day, and he had never been as high as he was at that moment. He was past high; he was on another level.

”What you going to do?” Fruit asked, halfway instigating the situation.

”I don't know, but I'm going to do something. That n.i.g.g.a think he better than me. You know he never let me call him Daddy. He always told me to address him as Macy. Do you know what that does to a little boy's mind? Every kid around me got to call their father Dad, but no, not me. I hate him!” Boomer said, getting more upset with each word that left his mouth.

”I can't believe you talked to Macy Sigel like that. I heard stories about that n.i.g.g.a. He is a hood legend. I heard that Macy shot off a n.i.g.g.a's finger for stealing ten dollars from him. Ten measly-a.s.s dollars!” Fruit said, only pouring fuel on Boomer's fire.

Boomer knew that Fruit was telling the truth because Boomer was in the car when Macy rolled up on the guy who had shorted him. Macy thought Boomer was asleep, but he was playing possum and saw the whole thing. He was only nine years old at the time.

”Macy ain't s.h.i.+t. He ain't a real street n.i.g.g.a. But me, I'm a street n.i.g.g.a to the core. I'ma show his a.s.s a li'l something. He want to disrespect me in front of all of those people; I'll show him,” Boomer stated as a thousand and one ideas bombarded his thoughts.

He began to think sinisterly, and he quickly began to think about the stash that Macy had hidden in a safe behind a painting on the wall. Macy used to stash his street money there back in the day, but after he began to get into politics, he let it sit. Boomer had recently begun to chip off of the stash, knowing Macy wouldn't find out. But now Boomer had a better idea. He wanted to take the whole stash. It was over a million dollars in the oversized duffle bag-all dirty money.

”Want to get some money?” Boomer asked, hoping his right-hand man was down for what he had in store.

Aries sat back in her car and watched through binoculars as two guys came out of Macy's residence with two large duffle bags. She had been camped a few houses down from Macy's gated residence, trying to think of a plan to get him.

Who are these n.i.g.g.as? Aries thought to herself as she saw the men stuff the duffle bags in the back of a silver Benz and then get into the car. She looked closely as she camped out, trying to find the best angle to get to Macy.

Macy and Fatima came in the house, both in laughter as they enjoyed a good joke. They had a wonderful dinner and enjoyed a long stroll along the beach as they reminisced about old times. Macy immediately went to the security pad that was on the wall and pushed in a code, disabling the alarm. He then flicked the light switch on and then off, signaling his bodyguard that they were in safe. Macy looked out of his window and saw his driver and head bodyguard pull off.

”I had a wonderful time, Macy Sigel,” Fatima said as she crept up and hugged him from behind. She smiled, closed her eyes, and rested her head on his back. Macy turned around and looked in Fatima's eyes.

”You are the love of my life. I am happy to have celebrated fifteen years with you as my beautiful bride,” Macy said in his deep baritone. He leaned down and began to pa.s.sionately kiss his wife.

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