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Chapter 1
William lived in his mom's house, alone, for three months with nothing special happening. The people who did not like him left the former gangster alone, for everybody was told that he was only laying low till his parole was over.
Meanwhile, he was still taking "some advice from his Uncle Bester, All dressed up in Polyester, Welcome to Mickey Dee's may I please help you? Damn, what could he do?"
It was a fucked up, boring, stressful kind of job, especially when you had a thousand customers all clamoring for service. He would sweat like a pig and get shouted at by his shift manager for it.
He had never worked a day in his life, and the work was kind of exhausting and demeaning. When some customer was rude or just being a jerk, you had to smile back at them. The pay was low. As a gangster, he worked much less and earned much more. But at this job, one thing he didn't have to do was live in fear.
William was determined to go through with it. Things could only get better.
He went to work and worked out regularly. He hung out at home most of the time, reading for his correspondence degree. Sometimes, gang bangers saw him and were like, "What's up, gangster?"
In the back of his mind, he was scared of someone coming up to pay him back for the old days, but they all thought he was just laying low a while, but still banging with Big D and Mo, so nobody started shit.
He had to go and see Karen, his PO, like once a week. He looked forward to seeing her.
His visits to her were not formal. She would take him somewhere for a cup of coffee and a chat. She was really concerned with how he was coping and he found himself opening up to her, for she was real, open and candid.
Sometimes she dropped by his house, unannounced and looked around, snooping openly. Then she would take him for a beer or two. He knew she was checking out what he was up to, if there were any signs, like weed smoke, or whatever. And she would tell him once in a while, that she knew he had been here or there, just to show him that she had eyes and ears around him.
She also sent him for drug testing so he did not smoke weed at all, which was kind of a drag. He had smoked daily in jail but not on the outside! But he stayed clean. He didn't want to go back to jail, and he did not want to disappoint her. It was good, to have someone who cared for him. He realized that his mom had been very concerned and loving, but back then, he had not been able to appreciate it. Now, times were different.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked her one evening, as they sipped a beer. He felt kind of hurt.
"Trust is good but control is better," she chuckled. "Don't get me wrong. Its not you I don't trust, but the hood. Believe me, it has broken many strong people. I believe in you, and I wont let anything destroy you if I can help it. Take me like an over concerned mom if you will."
"You too young to be my mom."
"You twenty four, I am 43."
"You lying. You cant be more than 35."
"Believe me. I am, but thanks..." she was very flattered, she looked at him fondly. "I could have had you at nineteen. Why not? Black daddy, white mom equals a black child." she chuckled and ran her hand over his short, shaved head. The touch thrilled them both.
"So, how does your husband take it, your job? You, spending your time with black ass gangsters and criminals? He doesn't trip?"
"Used to. He never understood why I would wanna do anything for blacks. He worked in the upper management of a brokerage. For him, it was all about money, like, "If you don't make dollars, you don't make sense!"
"Word to the mutha-phuking DJ Quick!"
"Bitch better have my money!" she chuckled dirtily, quoting from a song by AMG, which started off going, "Ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick, word to the mutha-phucking DJ quick!"
"We got divorced. A year ago. It was for the best." Her face seemed to get cloudy and worried.
"Is everything all right?"
"Yes. We are just having a little stress. Its nothing."
"You are there for me a lot, Karen. You need an arm, or a shoulder, holler, ma!"
"Thanks."
She reached over and stroked his big, dark hand. They shared a tender smile. William noticed that she was looking very vulnerable. Something big was happening with her and her ex, though she did not say so.
Chapter 2
William was getting pretty fond of Karen. She was an attractive woman, and she cared about him. Karen would chat to him, not like some stupid ass PO but like a good friend and a concerned elder sister, asking what he was up to, thinking, how he was coping and all. He felt good around her.
Most of the times, she was, and they would just kick it and chat, sharing thoughts. But sometimes, he got the feeling she was flirting with him. Karen would always be dressed elegantly, looking neat, fine and sexy. He found her attractive. And he could tell she liked him. He would always flirt right back at her. He had a feeling that deep under her confident, elegant, classy veneer, there was a nasty, naughty kind of freaky.
Karen was quite pleased with William. He was never late or absconded from work and the drug tests were clean and she knew he was not high rolling again. She kept her promise. She helped him enroll in a university, and helped him get a partial scholarship.
College went along smoothly. He attended his lessons and kept to himself. With the job and all the learning he had to do to catch up with the others, he hardly had time for socializing.
Chapter 3
However, he was worried about something else. And it weighed heavily on his mind as he went to meet Mo for their weekly chat. It was late afternoon when he walked into the barbershop. Mo got his hair cut in a room at the back.
The place had surveillance cameras which recorded everything, into a computer only Mo had access to. Mo was military through and through. If cops came around and tried to wire the place, he would know.
At first, they had their usual chat as Mo got his cut. Then he waved the barber out. Mo got into his usual chat. He had millions stashed away, and wanted to wash them. Then he would invest the money into some business. However, Mo was not planning on going clean and stopping drug dealing. Mo wanted to have it both ways, and have a neat set up for cleaning his and other gangsters money.
