Pk Extraordinaire: Vim (Vengeance Is Mine)

By TL Williams

McArthur Wills Jr. is the son of Bishop McArthur Wills Sr., pastor of a mega ministry. Wills Jr. goes by the nickname Mac. Mac has been raised in the church all his life, but he is about to turn twenty-one, and he wants to decide whether he will follow his fathers footsteps and become his successor or follow his own path and live the life he wants, which is not all that godly. He looks up to his two older brothers, and they are the total opposite of Christian but very successful. And then there is his best friend, who always seems to get Mac into trouble. But Macs own doing might be the beginning of his own demise.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524541576

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PRELUDE

W ELL I HEAD TO MY house to get ready to go to revival service. I get to the church and there are only a few parks left, so I park in the back of the parking lot. As I was walking towards the church, a man calls my name. When I look around, a tall dark-skinned fellow walks up to me and he says You’re Mac huh? I see you have a problem with keeping your hands off of things that don’t belong to you. Then he pulls out a gun and points it in my face! I raise my hand slightly into the air, trying not to alarm this stranger and plead my case. Hey dude, how do you know that I’m the one you’re looking for? He replied, Well Mac, don’t you drive a Black 320 Mercedes? I’ve got the right person. Then he pulled back the caliber with the intent to shoot me in the head. While looking into the face of death, I notice a long scar near this stranger’s right eye. Then, out of the side of my eye, I see headlights approaching. When this stranger takes a glance at the car, I knock the gun away and punched they guy right in the face. He went down for a second, and by that time, I was running and dodging through cars trying to get away. He fires a few shots and one managed to brush my arm. But I make it into the church and I hear him say Vengeance is mine! Now I’m shaken up.

I get to the restroom to try to clean up some. All during the rest of the service I’m paranoid and looking around. Thinking to myself, would Minister Jackson put a hit out on me? Plus, he isn’t here at the revival. The choir sings a song and then Elder Brown stands and reads a scripture. He asks his daughter is she would mind singing a solo for him. She comes up and gives a testimony first on how good God is and how He spared her life on this weekend. She mentioned how this heroic man pulled her out of her SUV just before it exploded. When she said that, I looked up at her. It was the lady I’d rescued and she was Elder Brown’s daughter. She proceeded by saying, I even see him in the congregation. She looks right at me and dedicated her solo to me. Then a calmness came over me. She sings His Eyes Are On the Sparrow. During the rest of the revival I thought to myself the Lord is watching over me, in spite of my stupidity.

CHAPTER 1

The Family

H EY I AM MAC. I just wanted to tell you a little something about my life. I’m just a man with a vision. But my only problem is, I have double visions. Let me better explain. See I am a 25-year-old, successful business man. I am what some women would refer as so fine. I guess my hazel eyes don’t hurt either. Well now that I think about it, working out every morning 5am to 6:30am, running, lifting, dipping and bending might make a six foot, pecan tan guy look attractive. I always find myself trying to be a knight in shining armor falling for women who need help. They are usually defenseless, weak, lost, or lonely, a damsel in distress. I am also a son of Adam, yes Adam in the bible. I stand up for what is right when it comes to a soft, feminine woman. Then all of sudden, I come out of my fantasy world and its business as usual. Did I mention that I am also the son of Bishop McArthur Wills Sr., the pastor of Praise Temple Outreach Ministries, with a membership of 10,000 and three home shelters, two rehabilitation centers and an International Peace Council? Yes, I am Mac, aka Jr or McArthur Wills Jr. So I am well known and women try to get at me and become part of the royal family or at least very wealthy family. But I am also an Armor Bearer for my father so I’m helping him with his dream and vision, which one day may be passed on to me. I’m a preacher’s kid as many would like to say. I am Satan’s advocate. I’ve been taught to love everybody and that stuck with me more so than all the other messages. My father preached every Sunday and on Wednesday night for bible study. I have my Bible and I study. Then I look and I study some more, but not the Bible. I study that beautiful lady staring at me like she wants to tear my clothes off and do unto me what she wants me to do unto her. Right before I offer to help her with whatever it is she needs from me, Pastor McArthur Wills or Pops as I like to call him, interrupts.

Mac, what do you think about it? Then I would just play dumb or just say I need a better understanding. That usually gets me off the hook. So as you can see, along with me being a preacher boy, a pretty boy and a lover boy, I am a business man too. And when it comes to my paper, I’m relentless, impatient and a little violent. Money makes the world go around and I want to be a top spinner. So you can see it’s basically me, my money, my honey and God. Something about that order doesn’t work quite right with me.

It’s daybreak and I get out of my bed to be welcomed by my two lovely kids, M3, Mac the third and Miracle Marie. Three and two are their ages. They are my heart. We live in Columbus, Ga in a beautiful six-bedroom home. I do pretty good for myself.

Occasionally, my two older brothers, Detorian and Marquez come to visit me. I looked up to my brothers for a long time. They taught me everything I know. Detorian is the eldest and he taught me the importance of money. He’s been a hustler since he was a little boy at the church selling candy and snacks to the little kids. For the older ones, he had condoms, cigarettes, and pills. If you named it, he had it. Since he’s a lot older than me, I was always introduced to things early in life. He’s got fifteen years on me. Now he runs most of Columbus. He’s a big drug lord and is known as C-town’s godfather. He’s an original OG and even has the government on his payroll. He hides his business behind his self-made security service. People pay him to keep the peace. People don’t trust the police. Well, they don’t trust my brother either, but fear pays a big part in his success. All he has to says is poof and you will mysteriously disappear without a trace. But he manages to keep his hands clean. He is very smart, calm, cool, relaxed and a silent assassin. He knows the bible backwards and forward. I know you say how can this hardcore killer be a spiritual person? He was supposed to be my dad’s successor, the next preacher in the family. My father and DT would stay up all night studying the Bible, praying and fasting. He was a good boy. Then our mother passed when I was 8 and he lost all hope and turned his back on God, and money became his new love at any cost necessary.

Marquez was more my age only three years older than me. He’s my half-brother. We grew closer shortly after mom’s death. DT left the house and it was just me and Marq. Now Marq is a ladies’ man. I mean he makes me look like a hobo. We have the same dad but different mother. His mother was a full blooded Cherokee Indian. The ladies say he’s a black Barbie doll with a third leg. He could have any woman he wanted and I’ve never seen him get turned down. He explained to me how women have needs and they need a strong man to lift them up. The only way to do that was to lift their spirits. He said there was only one way to do that and that was by making them feel something they’ve never felt before. Yeah, you know that third leg. He had so many women in and out of the church that he decided to make a permanent career change. He started pimpin’ before pimpin’ was pimpin’. He treated the ladies with all the respect in the world. He made them feel so special like they were the most important thing in the world. Well at least in Columbus, Ga. They loved him so much they started buying him clothes, food, jewelry and even some saw him as being their getaway. Later, he started receiving cars, more clothes, houses and trips. You name it and he was going there or had already been there. He became an international pimp. Pimpin’ all over the world. And I tagged along for the ride as much as I could. I am the baby boy so I had to stay at home at times, but I found a way to something to have a little fun. But all of that was part of the good ole days. A lot has changed since then and I guess this is where my story begins.

CHAPTER 2

The Big Birthday Bash

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THREE YEARS AGO and it is my birthday. I treated it as if it was just another day. So I woke up at 5am, put on my clothes and out the door I go. I didn’t work out as hard today because it’s my day. It’s 6am and I’m on the way back to the house. I’m trying to get back to shower and maybe fix me some breakfast. I get to the house and head straight to the bathroom. While taking a hot shower I think I hear a noise, so I pause for a second. Nothing. I continue with my shower and I hear the noise again. I slowly get out of the shower and I go to my linen closet a grab a towel to wrap around me along with my 45 caliber pistol. I slowly peek out of the bathroom and I see nothing. I tip down the hall going towards the stairs, and I hear the noise again. It’s coming from my room. All I could think of was whoever this is, they better be ready to meet their maker. As I get closer to my room, the noise stops. Now my heart is beating because whoever it is, they are aware that I am coming towards the room. I’m at the door now. I’m cocked and ready to blast as I slowly push the door open. Hi! Happy birthday! It’s my ex-girlfriend Jackie standing in front of my bed in a long trench coat with a bottle of champagne. I replied, Why didn’t you call or knock or something? I almost sent you to your maker. Jackie said Well I wanted to surprise you for your birthday and give you my present, sip a little champagne. Well I don’t see a present, so what’s the deal? This. She untied her trench coat and let it fall to the floor. My eyes opened wide. Either she had on invisible clothes or this was about to be a very good start to my birthday. Well Mr. Firefighter, I’m hot. Flaming hot. And I want you to take your hose and put me out ASAP. Well if that is what my job requires for me to do. And I did just that.

I was going to fix me some breakfast Jackie. Would you like some? She says Yes. I headed to the kitchen and thought about my job. I pick up the phone to call the office and let them know I won’t be in today. By the way, did I mention I own a realty company? Wills Homes R Us. My secretary Ruth picks up the phone and says Good morning, Wills Homes R Us. How may I help you? Hey Ruth, it’s me Mac. How are you this morning? "Hey Mac, I’m fine and happy birthday. I kind of figured you wouldn’t be coming in today so I took it upon myself to prerecord your voicemail to