Taming A Savage 2

By Malaysia Moore

After a period of betrayal and deceit, Sean is faced with the challenge of putting the pieces of his life and organization back together. He has lost more than he could have imagined in a short amount of time and finds himself amid a war. With his partner in crime, Novacain by his side, Sean embarks on a journey to avenge the deaths of his loved

• Language: English
• Publisher: JV Publications Inc
• Release date: Aug 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781733800648

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Dedication

I sat back for a few days thinking about who I wanted to dedicate this book to, and it finally came to me. I would like to dedicate this book to my parents. Although they have their own unique way of parenting, one thing they both have in common is their willingness to support me at all cost.

Mommy, thank you for looking forward to my hand written cards on your birthday and Mother’s day. Thank you for listening to my random poems and short stories that I’d share with you. Thank you for always being right by my side. And most of all, thank you for allowing me to always be exactly who I am.

Daddy, thank you for always keeping me on my toes. There is a special kind of hustle inside of me, that I know comes from you. Thank you for teaching me never to accept NO and to always be true to myself. There’s something special about being a daddy’s girl and I’ll cherish forever.

I love you both to no end and I pray that I continue to make you proud.

Sean

Six months ago, no one could tell me this would be my life. And even if they did, I wouldn’t have believed them. I didn’t even think it was possible for so many crazy things to happen to one person. I had all this money in the bank but none of it could bring my girl or my child, back to me. I had more cars than I knew what to do with and I even had the power that almost cost me my life, the very thing Grime died trying to take away from me, and even then, that wasn’t enough. I had Money and power but I wasn’t God. As much as I wanted to believe that it was true, in this situation, I didn’t have the last say so.

I had a lot that was weighing heavy on my mind and there was only one person at this point that I could talk to and get some clarity from. I didn’t think twice when I jumped in my truck and headed to Otisville to go see Roc. Roc was my older cousin and was more like a brother to me growing up. He taught me everything I knew about the game and when that time came for him to go away for a while, he left his business to me. I was the distributor for all five boroughs in NYC, parts of New Jersey, Connecticut and Pennsylvania. Roc had instilled some major keys early in my life and it shaped me into the business man I was today. I’d managed to keep the feds off my back, the money flowing, and up until that bullshit with Grime, my crew was solid. It was crazy that Roc couldn’t keep himself free but with all the jewels he dropped on me, I managed to do so.

Roc was only two hours away from the city, so I used that time to reflect and go over the conversation I wanted to have with him. I knew that a part of what I had to say wouldn’t sit well with him but I knew it was the best thing for my sanity. Too much had transpired and I wasn’t sure I was mentally capable of the task. Much of my success I owed to Roc, so I needed his blessings to make this final move, I only prayed he saw where I was coming from.

By the time I made in through all 65 security check points, I was seated at the table waiting for them to bring Roc onto the visiting floor. Sitting on this side of the table made me realized how blessed I really was. The irony in it all was that I was currently doing the same thing, and more, than what Roc did to get here and somehow, I remained free. Life sure had a way of reminding you that everything was all good just a week ago.

Damn Bro, I can’t remember the last time you came to check me in person. Roc stated as he approached me. Roc stood at 6’2 215lbs and it looked like he could bench press a project building. Standing to my feet to greet him, we embraced one another. He was wearing Blue Balenciaga sneakers, white jeans and a blue and white Balenciaga t -shirt. I could smell his cologne and the busted down cross that hung from his neck had the whole room shining. I laughed on the inside, this guy was dressed better than dudes walking down the street, I thought.

Awww man, don’t say it like that. Just some things are better said in person, feel me. Plus, I needed to take a drive and clear my head, so I figured I’d stop here to check on you. Roc and I spoke every few weeks but it wasn’t as often as he may have wanted. I was in no position to constantly be on a visiting floor or taking calls, especially lately. Although Roc had his own cell phone, I still felt it best to be cautious. If I wanted to remain free it was important that I kept my distance. However, this time was different. I had lost everything that meant anything to me so at this point there was nothing else for me to lose. The past month I had been in a mental and emotional prison anyway.

Okay, so let me hear it. What’s on ya mind? Roc asked with skepticism written all over his face. I didn’t know if it was guilt eating at me or if he indeed already knew what I was there to say. I knew that anything that happened in the street found its way inside of those walls and with most of the hood knowing that Roc and I were family, there wasn’t much I could do that didn’t find its way to him.

Oftentimes he would reach out to me demanding answers for things that transpired before the dust could even settle. Funny enough, he hadn’t reached out once since the situation jumped off with Grime three months earlier. I believe the only logical explanation for his silence is that he either didn’t know or he was waiting for me to come tell him in person.

Shit is crazy out here Roc. The streets are different now boy. They don’t make these new niggas the way they made us and I can’t take it. I’ve already taken a major loss by playing Russian Roulette and look where that landed me? I don’t know if it’s even worth it anymore. I could hear the defeat in my own voice as I spoke.

You don’t know if what’s worth it? Providing for your family? Making sure your mom and sisters are good? Continuing MY legacy that I trusted YOU with? You got to make this shit make sense to me bro because all I hear is a bunch of crying and complaining and I know damn well ya shit CAN’T be worse then mine. Roc said as he pointed to everything around him. His frustration was evident.

I mind as well be in here with you, bro! I’ve been living in hell since I lost my family. Apryl was my world and you know that. So, to lose her and my baby within days of each other, this is a feeling I can’t even put into words. I’m not saying fuck my mom and them, but if I can’t do this for my girl and kid, then is it really worth putting my freedom on the line?

Roc didn’t respond right away and I knew he was processing what I was saying to him. I understood how important this empire was to Roc. He literally gave his life for it, so to hear that I was questioning if I wanted to continue on this journey wasn’t an easy pill to swallow. However, I couldn’t help but feel like lately I was fighting a losing battle. Every time I wanted to go right, life somehow life pushed me left. Apryl begged me to go legit and I was making some changes, but I knew deep down I wasn’t putting all my efforts into giving this life up. I was still riding the fence and I honestly felt that my inability to decide which side I wanted to land on, was the reason for all the turmoil my circle and I experienced.

I’m sorry that you lost Apryl and the baby, I really am. But we both know that in this thing called life, you win some and you lose some. You have to be strong enough to pull yaself together after its all said and done. As time goes on, it will get easier. Roc tried to reassure me. I knew he wasn’t coming from a fucked-up place but for me, time wasn’t the answer to my problems.

I appreciate that bro. I hope the day when this doesn’t hurt as much, actually exists. But, getting back to the main reason I’m here. It was now or never. I think I need to step away for a minute Roc. I have to get my mind right, really process all that’s happened over the past few weeks, and calculate my next move. I need a mental break from this shit. I explained to Roc.

So, what’s supposed to happen to my business while you’re on a fucking eat, pray, love, vacation? Am I supposed to move weight from the feds bro? Please tell me that you haven’t completely lost ya FUCKIN MIND! This talk was turning out exactly how I expected, bad. Roc had the entire visiting room looking in our direction.

In my absence, I believe that Novacain is perfect for the job. He is and always has been my strongest solider. I just need your blessing. I kept a leveled tone because I refused to get into a shouting match with him. However, I was a man first and I wouldn’t allow the yelling to continue much longer.

I’ma keep it a buck with you Cliff, this shit stinks. You went from taking over and expanding the company to losing complete control of everything. I don’t understand how the fuck you let a snake live amongst you that long and didn’t know he was a THREAT! I taught you everything you needed to remain successful in this game and you’re acting like a fucking rookie. Roc was leaned over the table speaking in a low tone that only I could hear. He was visibly upset with what I said. I knew the snake he was referring to was Grime and that only confirmed my thoughts, he knew.

Yo Roc…

You had your chance. NOW, it’s my turn! If I were you, I would get my head out the fucking clouds and man up. And as for your request, NO, you can’t leave my fuckin business to anybody. You either step up to the plate and get the job done or I will replace you, COMPLETELY! Not giving me a chance to respond Roc stood up and walked toward the front of the visiting room. He signaled to the female C.O. that he was finished with the visit. I watched him whisper something in her ear and then kiss her before he exited the room.

***

To say I was pissed off, was an understatement. Not only had this nigga continuously refer to this shit as my business, he somehow made it seem like he was the reason I had made it this far. Roc didn’t want me to take a break and he didn’t want me to put anyone in charge but contrary to what he believed, I was running this shit and I would do exactly what I wanted to do. I had invested so much of my life into making this empire grow and I refused to let him dictate how I ran my business. I didn’t know what I was going to do but I was tired of living for everyone else. No one could relate to the pain I was feeling and because of it they didn’t understand that I needed to get away from all of it. Everything around me reminded me of Apryl and the life that we had. The baby that I prayed so hard for had slipped right out of my hands.

Man, fuck Roc and whatever he thinks is supposed to happen. I’m getting the fuck up outta here for a while. I need it. I’ll deal with whatever that nigga got to say when I get back, I said out loud. Fuck he gonna do to me and he’s locked up. Hearing myself say those words gave me all the fuel I needed to make my decision. I was going to head back to the town, get with Novacain, so we could discuss some shit and then I was hopping my black ass on a plane and getting out of here. All of this would be here when I got back.

Mandi

It felt good to be back in Brooklyn. After Grimes funeral and everything that happened with Apryl and that bastard child of hers, I had to get away. Thankfully Sean still didn’t think I had anything to do with what happened to Apryl and I needed it to stay that way. Novacain on the other hand, might not be so quick to write it off. Novacain and I had a different type of relationship and I knew that he could vouch for the lengths I would go to get what I wanted. So, I needed to go back home and enjoy some time with my family and relax. Trinidad would always be my home and whenever I needed to hit the reset button on my life that’s where I went. My grandmother always told me that washing in international waters would clean bad spirits off of me, so I didn’t hesitate to book a flight.

I pulled up in front of my brownstone on Macon St in Bed-Stuy and I just sat there for a minute. I was admiring the scenery and reminiscing about my childhood. Everyone on my block was a big family and now I could see that the neighborhood was changing. The family owned soul food spot on the corner, Southern Delights, had been on the block over 30 years and now they were 60 days away from closing. The neighborhood was changing and they were pushing a lot of small business out to rebuild or bring in juice bars and taco spots. The Stuy was becoming gentrified over-night and it was crazy to watch. This was the main reason I refused to sell my house. Not only had my family worked hard to purchase and keep the home, it was now worth millions and I’d be damned if I let it go.

I got out of my black GLE 450, grabbed my bags and started making my way up the steps when I felt someone walk up behind me.

Yo Mandi, how was your trip? Sean scared me half to death. We only spoke through Novacain while I was away and I had no idea he knew I was coming home today. I really missed him while I was away and from what I could tell he wasn’t upset with me but I knew he needed his space. I always felt that when the day came where Apryl was no longer around, that would be my chance to swoop in and be Sean’s shoulder to cry on. However, none of us expected things to end up as tragic as they did so I knew I had to tread lightly. I didn’t want to come on too strong and risk pushing him