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  PRETTY KINGS 4

  RACE’S RAGE

  By

  T. STYLES

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,

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  Author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance of

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  Library of Congress Control Number: 2016958175

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  Evil is a thirsty entity that needs a human vessel to survive. It will take refuge in a hateful heart, a failing relationship or a broken family.

  Never invite it in.

  Even in the name of revenge.

  - T. Styles

  PROLOGUE

  PRESENT

  The soft overhead light glistened against the elaborate table settings around the perimeter of the wedding hall. Just one silver fork alone was worth enough to pay a hood nigga’s rent for a month. And yet it was just one of the many finishing touches in place for Abd Al-Qadir’s descendent, who was marrying his new bride via an arranged marriage within an hour.

  The ceremony had yet to take place but everyone who was anyone in Saudi Arabia was invited to the mystical celebration in a small suburb of Washington D.C.

  All were happy.


  Arabic music played quietly in the room and was intermixed with popular American tunes, as Jawad was a fan of the culture.

  Finally it was time.

  The door opened and Abd, Jawad and his groomsmen walked to the front of the hall and awaited the arrival of his bride. Mixing the Middle East with the West, the audience was in awe at the multi-million dollar ceremony unfolding before their eyes.

  The celebration was moving art.

  A spectacle to behold if that’s what you were in to.

  Jawad was handsome but Abd was striking. Standing over six feet tall, he possessed rugged good looks that appealed to women of all nationalities. The hairy beard that connected to the lower half of his face was coal black and resembled a mink coat.

  Dressed in a white suit and a red and white Keffiyeh, Abd strolled over to his son and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. From a far he noticed that Jawad was jittery and feared he would walk away from his destiny, as he threatened to many times before. “Don’t worry, she’ll make you happy, Jawad,” Abd said as he looked down at his son, before smiling in a fake manner at the crowd. He was doing his best to calm the suspicions of the guests whom he was certain noticed his son’s anxious mood.

  The man looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but in that bitch, locking his life with someone he barely knew.

  Jawad smiled although it only lasted for a moment. “I know, father. She’s beautiful and—”

  “Our family needs this marriage to go off without a hitch,” Abd said harshly. “You know Rana’s father is powerful in Saudi and here in America as well. With their support we can do many things, son. Do not destroy this for our family because you are unwilling to do your part and make her your wife.” His voice grew deeper. “It will be a grave mistake.”

  He nodded. “I understand father,” he whispered. “And I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. Maybe it’s the nervousness you detect and I will do my best to rid myself of this weak emotion at once.”

  Abd placed a firmer hand on his shoulder. “Good. You are my son and we are never fearful about a future we control. Don’t worry; even as your wife you will have many women but also many heirs.” He pointed at him. “The choice will always be yours unless it conflicts with mine.”

  Jawad shook his head. “Yes, father. And again, I will pull myself together.”

  Just then the music grew louder as everyone in the room rose to show respect to Jawad’s veil covered wife. A small smile spread across Abd’s face as he looked at her henna decorated hands holding an elaborate bouquet of colorful roses speckled with gold, red and white.

  Standing in the wrong place, Abd walked away and reclaimed his position as Jawad’s best man and waited as the others did for the ceremony. This wedding would net the once over billionaire more money than he could spend and he needed it to go through seamlessly.

  But something was wrong.

  Where was Rana’s father who was supposed to walk her down the aisle?

  Why was she coming to enter the next phase of her life alone?

  His question was answered when suddenly the bride lifted her veil and Abd was gut punched when he realized he was staring into the eyes of Bambi Kennedy. It was a takeover of an amazing kind. Something he had not prepared for.

  Speckled in several other positions Bambi’s crew rose with powerful assault weapons aimed at Abd and his guests. “I am Bambi Kennedy,” she announced, as she dropped the bouquet that was used for nothing more than a cover for her weapon. “And I am here to right the wrongs that have occurred to me.” Her focused moved toward Abd who was throwing her looks that could kill. “Sadly enough, most of you will die tonight. So I suggest you say your prayers.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  SOME WEEKS EARLIER

  BAMBI KENNEDY

  Tension was high in the Kennedy compound.

  We were sitting around the long black roundtable at our home and everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs. With voices so loud my temples pumped with throbbing pain. We called ourselves trying to come up with a plan to deal with the recent threat Abd Al-Quadir had thrown our way after promising to kill us unless we produced Mitch, the plug I assassinated to take over his business.

  But our meeting was a bust.

  No one was seeing eye-to-eye and all I wanted was a drink to clear my mind. A bottle of vodka would’ve gotten me right if I’m being honest. But Kevin was playing me so close that my desire would have to remain a wish.

  For now anyway.

  To make matters worse Abd had called several times to hold a meeting with me and I ignored all of his requests. I valued my life and being face to face with death did nothing for my purpose. Besides, I dumped Mitch’s corpse a long time ago and there wasn’t shit else to talk about.

  So I refused hold council with Abd, even realizing it was a huge mistake.

  “All I’m saying is that everyone should be keeping a low profile,” I said standing up looking at Race, Denim, Scarlett, Bradley, Ramirez and Kevin. I rubbed my long black cascading hair out of my face and stuffed my hands into my green fatigue pants. “Unless it’s an emergency, we don’t need to be cruising the streets when—”

  “I’m not putting myself through this shit again!” Bradley yelled stabbing a stiff finger into the table. “I can’t even visit my brother’s grave because once again we gotta hide on account of you.” He pointed at me, eyes dark with hate. “I’m sick of this shit!”

  “On account of me?” I yelled, my brows lowering. “Nigga, I’m the reason the business kept going after you and your brothers decided to stay in hiding a few years back. Oh, but you don’t want to talk about that shit because it hits home right?”

  A while ago Kevin, Ramirez, Bradley and Camp popped up in a white van in front of our other house after we moved on with our lives due to believing they were all killed at the same time. It turned out that when the mass murderer came into the casino they were in, our men thought The Russians were trying to attack them by masquerading behind the killer. So while the bodies were dropping they were able to escape but instead of telling us they were alive and in hiding, they stayed away.

  Even though we were worried sick.

  It was me who rounded up the girls and ran the drug operation and I deserved my respect.

  “We’ll give you your points on keeping the business floating or whatever, but you’re also the one who killed Mitch!” Bradley yelled. “And there wasn’t any reason to because he did right by us on the price. We all know it.”

  “Don’t be delusional! Mitch was gonna cut us off, Bradley. Remember? We kept him locked upstairs in that attic for months.” I pointed to the ceiling. “I needed to make sure I did whatever necessary to keep the bricks coming in including killing him.”

  Bradley thinks he’s slick.

  I know why he really hates me.

  He tried to kill me a little while ago believing that I was going to tell Denim that he fucked Grainger, her sister.

  But I got back at his ass too.

  It was midnight when I sought my revenge. The nigga was in the shower and I could see the steam flowing from under the door. With Race at my side I waited patiently for him even though he took forever to wash like a bitch. Taking a whole thirty minutes. The moment he opened the bathroom door and crossed the threshold, I knocked him in the head with the butt of my gun while Race pointed her chopper at his dick.

  Forcing him to open his jaw, I made him suck on my barrel before knocking him upside his head again. Once I had his full attention I let it be known that if he ever put his hands on me again I would murder him, brother-in-law or not. Despite the beef I never told Kevin knowing full well he would assassinate his own brother if he knew what Bradley did to me.

  If the Kennedy’s were good for anything it was keeping secrets and I was no different.

  “You still made a decision without clearing it with us,” Ramirez said.

  I wiped my hair out of my face again. “If we let Mitch live he was gonna—”

  “He
was gonna what?” Bradley yelled standing up. “You don’t know what the fuck he was gonna do because you killed him without approval so shut the fuck up with all of that noise.”

  Kevin, who sat next to me rose to his feet. “I love you, Bradley, you my brother but if you disrespect my wife again I might shift your jaw upwards.”

  Denim touched Bradley’s hand. “Baby, please…”

  “You know what, fuck all of this. I’m gonna do what I want to anyway. Ain’t no need in arguing with you niggas.” He stormed out the meeting.

  Something happened to him when he went to prison recently for raping Grainger but he wouldn’t tell us what. It definitely impacted his mood that’s for sure.

  Kevin remained standing next to me. “I hate to admit it just as much as you all do but we are in another crisis. In order to get out of it we will have to keep a low profile because we don’t know what Abd is capable of.”

  “We’ve heard his legend,” Denim sighed. “And I think the part that’s troubling Bradley is that we can’t stay in this house forever. We have to live our lives even if we are being stalked.”

  Kevin took a deep breath probably because the meeting was going nowhere. “And I’m not saying you can’t live your lives, just be careful. Is that too much to ask? We already lost Camp and…and…my son. I don’t want to lose another member of this family.”

  Several months passed and I was still finding it difficult to admit that my son Noah was gone. Due to a hit the Russians orchestrated. It was so bad that I didn’t want Melo to go back to college but he begged, as we doubled down on security to ensure he stayed safe.