Trap House (35 page)

As King stood over the casket of his only love, his anger engulfed him, knowing that vengeance
must be his. Little did the world know, his plan was already underway. They stopped him the first
time ten years ago, but this time they’d never have a chance.

As the casket of Queen was finally lowered in the ground, Twon and Qwon threw two roses on
top of their mother’s casket. When they looked up, there was their father.

“You got five minutes, Scott,” the officer said, stepping back giving them time to talk.

“Twins, it’s been a long time. I hope you’re not mad at me for not letting y’all visit, but it was for your own
good.”

“We know, Pops,” Qwon replied.

“Naw, we ain’t mad. We’re just happy to see you, even though you all chained up,” Twon
added.

“Boys, I ain’t got but a couple of minutes, so listen up. Did you get the key?”

“Yeah,” they said simultaneously.

“Well, once you get the package I left you, look through it and find the folded piece of paper. It
should have a key and an address. Go to it and wait there till you are contacted.”

“Alright, Pops,” they said.

“Don’t look so sad, boys. We’re gonna be together real soon. I love y’all.”

“We love you, too,” replied the boys.

“I got to go now, but trust me, everything is gonna make sense to y’all real soon. Be careful and
always watch y’all back. Once you leave here, there is gonna be eyes on you, following you, trying
to get what the fake ass police were looking for that night they took me away. So, once you get the
package I left for you, protect its contents with your life.”

Those were his last words as the guards escorted him off. In the distance, two white men in their mid-thirties
were watching the whole conversation go down. They were wishing they could get closer and hoping to be able
to report to the captain that they knew where King had hid the thing that would soon change the city.

The next morning, the two agents showed up at the group home Twon and Qwon were taken to.
They were greeted at the front desk by Ms. Johnson.

“May I help you?” Ms. Johnson asked.

“Yes, you can. I’m Agent Reynolds and this is agent Phillips. We are with the DEA and we need
to talk to Twon and Qwon Scott, please,” the scrawny man said.

“Are they in trouble?” asked Ms. Johnson.

“No, ma’am, but it’s important that we talk to them regarding their father,” Philips said.

“Oh, right this way,” Ms. Johnson said, leading them toward the twin’s room. As she opened the
door, to her surprise, the twins and their stuff were gone.

* * * * *

“Damn, Twon, hurry the fuck up. It’s cold out here.”

“Fuck you, I almost got it. This fucked up crowbar and your bitchin’ ain’t making matters no
better,” Twon replied as he gave the crowbar its last push, making the board that covered what used
to be their kitchen pop loose. “I got it,” Twon said, catching his breath.

“About fucking time, Twon. Move aside let a pro show you how it’s done.” Qwon kicked in the
back door with ease.

“Your weak ass.”

“Fuck you, Qwon.” As the boys made their way in, it was almost as if the house hadn’t changed
since they moved out.

“Damn, we ain’t been here in a while,” Qwon said as they made their way into what was once
their living room.

“Hell naw. It’s hard to believe this is where it all started, huh?” Twon stated in a low voice.

It was ten years ago, the twins were only six. They were enjoying all the toys they received for
Christmas when there was a beating at the door.

“Who is it?” King said.

“It’s Benny,” the voice said through the door.

Benny was King’s capo and right hand man. King unlocked the door and as he turned the door
knob, the door came flying in, pushing him back. Before he could say anything, he was looking
down the barrel of a shot gun.

“Don’t move, King, or I’ll blow your fucking brains out,” the young, plain clothed officer said
as Benny and the two other white cops came in.

“Shut the door, Benny,” the older, white guy said.

“What’s this all about, Mike?” asked King, addressing the older, white officer in a confused
voice.

“Benny here has been telling me that you got big plans and you haven’t even consulted me
about them. Shame on you, King. After all the stuff I do for you, this is how you repay me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” King replied.

“Well, let me tell you what I’m talking about, you piece of shit. You have the recipe to a drug that is ten times
more addictive than any drug. From what Benny has been telling me, you’re gonna drop it on the white suburban
areas and pull cocaine and heroin out of the hood. Who the fuck do you think you are—Robin Hood?”

“I still don’t know what you are talking about,” replied King.

“Okay, you wanna play? We are gonna search this house top to bottom, and if I don’t find what
we are here for, I’m gonna kill you and your family,” said Mike.

“Benny, get the family out of here.”

“Officer, hold them at gunpoint. If they move, kill ‘em,” said Mike.

Queen and the kids didn’t know what was going on as Benny rounded them up and sat them
down on the living room couch next to King. As Benny stood there, he tried his best not to look
King in his eyes.

“Benny, I can’t believe you,” King finally said before Benny walked away to help with the
search.

“I can’t believe you, King. You can’t stop selling drugs in the hood. What the fuck am I gonna
do then, huh? That’s why I told Mike about your plan. He can have that bullshit drug you think
can change the world and with you out of the way, I’ll be the new king,” Benny replied. King sat
there and never said a word as Benny walked off. As they sat on the couch, the young officer held
the shot gun on them.

“How long have you known Agent Mike Fellows?” King asked in a military like voice. The
young agent wouldn’t respond, but King pressed on. “He’s a dirty fucka, ain’t he?” King asked,
thinking about how he met Agent Fellows.

Agent Fellows was worse than crooked, and he had connects to judges, which he found to be an advantage after
King took over the city. It wasn’t long before Agent Fellows came to King with a proposition. He remembered
Agent Fellows saying, “You can sell what you want so long as I get a cut and you keep it in the hood. In return,
I’ll keep all heat off you. You got a problem? I’ll fix it, but if you cross me, I’ll destroy you, you understand?”
King wasted no time accepting the FBI on the payroll.
Who can fuck with you?
the King thought as he stared
down the barrel of this shot gun as the same man he made a deal with searched his fuckin’ house.
Stupid fucks,
they will never find it.

King never took his eyes off the young officer, watching for any chance to make a move. It
finally came when the officer was distracted by a crashing sound from upstairs. He looked back,
but never got a chance to turn around as the Desert Eagle came from under the couch cushion.
King wasted no time squeezing the trigger, sending the bullet spiraling toward the young officer,
finally slamming into the officer’s face as he dropped to the floor. It was as if the whole bottom part
of his face disappeared. His body shook frantically as the young man took his last breath. Queen
grabbed the twins and took them to the kitchen out of harm’s way. She dialed 911 as quickly as
she could.

“911, what’s your emergency?” the operator said.

In a frantic voice, Queen replied, “An officer has been shot, send help right away!” She then
hung up the phone. By then, they had traced the call and should be on their way.

King retreated also to the kitchen as Agent Fellows and Benny made their way down the stairs.
They noticed the officer that once held the shotgun was part of the floor.

“King, come out!” Agent Fellows yelled.

“Fuck you. You thought you could come in here and take King out like that. If anybody come
in this kitchen, they gonna end up like your friend on the floor,” King stated before he started
laughing.

As Agent Fellows thought about his next move, the sirens in the distance helped him out.
“Benny, get the fuck out of here and let me handle this,” Agent Fellows said in a nervous voice.
Benny wasted no time getting gone.

When the police pulled up, Agent Fellows met them on the porch. “King is in the kitchen, he is
armed and we got one officer down in the living room,” stated Agent Fellows.

“Tyler Scott, put the weapon down and come out of the kitchen,” the unit officer said as his
men took their positions in the living room. As they noticed the young agent on the floor dead, one
officer had to do his best not to throw up.

“I’m gonna give up, my lawyer’s on the way. I’m throwing my gun out,” King said as he slid
the firearm across the floor. He then walked out with his hands up, and the officers took him into
custody.

Queen and the twins watched as they took the King away from them in cuffs. The twins were
only six years old and stood there angry as little tears ran down their faces. Who would think ten
years later they would be standing in the same spot.

“Come on, Qwon, let’s get what we are here for and get the fuck out of here,” Twon said.

“I’m witcha, Bro,” Qwon replied.

Their bedroom looked the same, just dusty. They wasted no time turning their focus on Michael
Jordan painted on the wall. They remembered they couldn’t go in their room for a week until it was
done. Now, they stood face to face to it, wondering what was behind it. As they put their hand on
the wall, they noticed it felt different than the rest of the wall. It was made from dry wall.

“Let me see the crowbar, Twon,” Qwon said. Within seconds, he slammed it into the wall and to their sur
prise, a hole emerged.

* * * * *

“Tyler Scott, Tyler Scott, you got a visit,” the fat officer yelled. As they made their way down the hallway,
King already knew who his visitor was and couldn’t hide the grin on his face. As the private visiting room door
buzzed open, there sat Agent Fellows.

“I don’t remember seeing you on my visiting list,” King said as he took a seat at the table.

“I see you haven’t lost your sense of humor in ten years in this shit hole,” Agent Fellows
replied, cracking a smile.

“What the fuck do you want?” King said as he sat back in his chair.

“I’ll tell you what the fuck I want. I want you to know that I will personally be at your appeal
hearing this week to make sure you never leave this place. It just so happens that the judge is a very
close friend of mine, and you know how friends stick together, don’t you, King? You don’t since
the only friend you had took your place and now works for me. All you had to do was play by my
rules and you could’ve had everything, but you are too smart for your own good.” King never said
anything; he just sat there as if the agent wasn’t even talking to him. The whole time, he knew his
plan was underway, and Agent Mike Fellows or any crooked ass judge couldn’t stop it.