foul, Iâm just saying I wanna do everything I can to keep Gucci out of harmâs way,â Animal said.
âBullshit.â Kahllah mock-coughed. âIf that were the case, then youâd accept the blessing Priest has bestowed on you and vanish with her. You could ride off into the sunset, yet you chose to plunge head-first into a fire, after having already been burned twice. All for what, because you want to try and save a bunch of knuckleheads whoâll likely be dead by next summer anyhow? Priest always praises you for being intelligent, but I think youâre an idiot.â
âI donât care what you think, nor do I expect a mercenary to understand loyalty,â Animal spat.
Kahllah smirked. âI understand loyalty far better than you ever will. When I took the vow, I pledged to put the will of my father and my Lord before all others, including myself. I have forsaken life and love to serve God, as my father has directed.â
Animal looked at her as if she had lost her mind. âSo you mean to say that Priest has convinced you that murdering people is Godâs will?â He shook his head. âI know Iâm a little fucked up in the head, but youâre on another planet with it.â
âAnimal, you will never understand, because youâve not received the word,â Kahllah said seriously, âYou havenât beenshown the light. While people like you pop bottles with rapists and killers, I smite them. Do I get paid for the bodies I drop? Absolutely, because praises for doing what must be done donât pay bills. You call me a mercenary, but I am much more than that. I am the antidote to the sickness that has corrupted our society. I am the Black Lotus amongst the weeds.â
Animal saw the passionate look in Kahllahâs eyes when she spoke. It was as if Priest was speaking but through her lips. Obviously, he had been conditioning her from an early age. He had raised her with one purpose: taking lives. Animal tried to imagine what it would be like if their roles had been reversed, with him being nurtured by the killer instead of a base-head mother, and reasoned that he had gotten the better end of the deal than Kahllah. Animal had been through more than his share of hardships, but he at least had free will. Kahllah belonged to Priest, mind and body.
âYou donât get it.â Animal turned to walk away, and Kahllah appeared in front of him, blocking his path.
âOh, but I do get it, Animal. Youâre an honorable man, and I respect that about you, but there is no honor in suicide. The world thinking youâre really dead this time is the only thing youâve got to your advantage. It puts the element of surprise on your side. Shai Clark isnât some street punk; heâs the king of this city. Rushing back into the battle head-first will unquestionably be the death of you, and all this will have been for nothing.â
âSo, I leave Ashanti and Zo to the dogs after they tried to help me?â Animal asked.
âNot at all, but going at Shai with guns blazing isnât going to help anyone,â Kahllah said.
âWhich is what Iâve been trying to tell him.â Priest appearedin the doorway. He had traded his robes for a black suit, white shirt, and black tie. âMy wayward son is determined to see either the light or the darkness. I hope by the time we return from our little outing, Iâll be able to show him the light.â
âWhatever, nigga,â Animal said, pulling the thick black hoodie over his head. He turned to Gucci. âYou gonna be OK here with her?â He nodded at Kahllah.
âIâll be fine, you just hurry back.â Gucci kissed him on the lips.
âDonât worry, Iâll take care of her, Animal,â Kahllah promised.
âIâm going to hold you to that,â Animal told her.
âMy word is my bond.â Kahllah placed her hand over her heart
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