COMING JUNE 29TH!
In the finale, everything comes to a head. Will Yoshon step into the role as the king of the cartel, or will he do exactly what Pit Pat wants, and gives it up? With his sister going through alot, does he run to her aide, or does he keep her cut off until she can get her life together? Yoshon is happy with his daughter, Golden and Gyan, but does Fear deceide he has had enough happiness with his wife and decides to break up their happy home? Yoshon hasnt handled the street part of his empire in some time, but its like riding a bike, right?
Golden could just pinch herself when she thinks about her life now compared to a few months ago. She went from being a wife to a man that didnt value her, to being with a man who cherished the floor she walked on. All good things must come to a end, and Golden starts to witness that her past isnt going to stop until she's back where she started; homeless.
The ending left Hazel in a terrible situation. Will Demin end up mourning the death of his unborn baby and his wife?
Yolani has hit rock bottom and doesn't know where to turn. She doesn't know who to trust and turn to. When Big is released from prison early, does all the feelings she felt for him return? Or does she go deeper into her drug use?
“Yo, why the fuck you keep the damn air on all night?” I complained as I came out of my sister’s guest bedroom.
She was in the kitchen making breakfast and on the phone. I had been home a week and I couldn’t wait to link up with Grape about getting back to the money. My books had been blessed all these years in prison. Now that I was out, I had a little change to hold me over and make sure I was straight. She told whoever she was talking loudly on the phone with she would call them back. I tossed and turned for three hours hoping her ass would shut the hell up and when I heard her banging pots and pans, I got my ass up so I could have some breakfast. After being told what to eat, piss and when to sleep, it felt good to be able to lay in bed a little longer than usual.
“Don’t be trying to dictate what the hell goes on under my roof. You may pay some bills in here or whatever, but I’m grown now, Benny.” She waved her multi-colored nails around and waved her neck.
The hood raised us. We were the hood and Gina had it dripping all over her. My biggest regret is that I got knocked and couldn’t move her out the hood. Yolani made sure to keep my books laced with money and she sent Grape to handle any expenses my sister had. Gina loved everything about the hood. The late nights, beer sitting on the stoop and always being in someone’s business. If you wanted to know something about someone, you came to Gina.
“Hey Unc, can you take me to cop some new sneakers today,” Yairo asked me. It was crazy as shit that he resembled Yolani so much. The last time she actually touched or spent time with him was after she gave birth to him ten years ago. The shit was crazy how she wanted to act like we didn’t have a kid.
“You already know, Y. I got you. Let me grub, shower and then we can head on Church avenue to see what new kicks dropped today.”
“Thanks, Unc,” he placed his plate in the sink and walked past his mother who was staring a hole through my forehead.
“Um, you better clean that damn room if you think you going anywhere. I’m not about to play with you, Yairo,” she scolded him and he smirked. “Boy, don’t give me that dimpled smile,” she laughed and tossed the dish towel at him.
My son was a straight A student, respectful and loved his mother. My sister was his entire world and I knew it. Just because she lived in the hood and allowed the hood to raise her, she didn’t allow that to happen when it came to Yairo. He was in every afterschool program she could think of, and on the weekends he had basketball camp at Chelsea pier in the city. Gina had dreams of him going to college and playing ball far away from Brownsville, Brooklyn.
“Stop spoiling that boy. He don’t need no new sneakers,” she fixed me some eggs, steak and pancakes on a plate.
“Man, it’s the least I could do. I missed all this time in his life.”
“He doesn’t blame you. You’re just his favorite uncle in jail,” she giggled. “Have you seen Yolani, yet?”
“Nah. I think she’s avoiding me.”
“It’s sad that she doesn’t know him. I swear Yairo looks just like her, man. His smirk, dimples and everything about him screams his real mother.”
“You’re his real mother, Gina. You took him in, raised him and you’re doing a damn good job at it. She’s just someone that pushed him out and bounced.”
“You know that girl has a lot of issues. She doesn’t look the same anymore, Benny. Don’t get your hopes up thinking you both can repair what you had before you were locked up.”
Everybody kept saying that she didn’t look the same. What the fuck she did? Cut her hair, get a tattoo on her face, what the fuck changed about her? Even her names in the streets were buzzing. I knew she started working with Yoshon soon after I was knocked, so I wasn’t surprised by that. While I was locked up, I knew nothing about Yolani’s life. Nobody wanted to put me on to what the fuck she was up to out here. We spoke on the phone once when I first was locked up and I hadn’t heard from her after that. All I knew was that I could count on five thousand dollars hitting my commissary on time.
“Why the fuck yall keep saying that?”
“Because it’s true. You haven’t seen her in years. She’s not the same Yolani that you left here. The street…” she allowed her voice to trail off. “Has hardened her.”
“Yolani aint never been a pussy, so I know that she was hardened before I left. Yall tripping for real.” I started to eat my food.
The one thing that got me through prison was Yolani. I thought about her and how we would make it work when I got out. She never visited or spoke to me on the phone, but my books were always stacked up. Soon after signing over our rights to our son, I got knocked and that shit wasn’t easy on her. Not to mention she and Pit Pat were going through it. Yolani never mentioned why she and her grandmother got into huge fights. All she said was that her grandmother didn’t understand her, and no one really understood the real her. A nigga like me understood her and wanted to make her my wife.