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caught in the middle sometimes. Derek loved his brother, but he knew this shit was all going to come to an end one day; however, right now he didn’t see a way out.
    Brother or not, Derek knew Scar was dangerous. When he had been reunited with his brother, Derek was so excited to find him after their tragic childhood separation that he overlooked Scar’s life of crime. It wasn’t long before he had been drawn into a web of lies and deceit. He felt an overwhelming need to stay connected and bonded to Scar, the only piece of his mother and his true identity that he had left. He had made his mother a promise that he would take care of his little brother—no matter what. Derek was determined to keep that promise. He felt it would keep his mother’s memory alive in his heart and mind. Derek closed his eyes, and just like always, the memories flooded back.
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    In a car across the street from Scar’s house, the observer from the courtroom had watched Detective Fuller enter the house and come out with a duffel bag. The person immediately picked up a cell phone and started taking pictures. After the trial, or rather the theatrical event at the courthouse, the lone spectator decided to take a trip to Scar’s house and see what was going on. Little did they know that Detective Fuller would be there, entering the house of his enemy so soon after the trial. Even more interesting to the person was the detective leaving with the duffel bag.
    Derek pulled away from the house, and his new shadow put down the cell phone and prepared to follow. Before they could pull away from the curb, a dark blue Chevy Impala pulled up. The shadow stayed put so as not to draw any attention. Keeping as still possible, the observer watched as a tall black man with salt-and-pepper hair stepped out of the Chevy.
    â€œThat dude look familiar. Where do I know him from? Better take some pictures to document this shit for later perusal,” the shadow said, picking up the phone and snapping a few pictures as the familiar-looking dude walked into Scar’s house. This shit was definitely getting interesting.

Chapter 4
The Past Dictates the Future
    â€œMommy! Ahhhh!” Derek screamed, his small, cherubic face turning almost burgundy as he jumped up and down in sheer terror. His brother stood next to him and peed on himself as he watched too.
    â€œI told you before, bitch, you don’t play with my fuckin’ money!” a strange man screamed as he dragged their mother by her hair. The man was so big and his skin was so black that he looked to Derek like a giant monster.
    As the boys screamed, the man hoisted their mother in the air by her throat. Derek felt vomit creep up his throat and his bowels threatened to release from the fear he felt. His mother clawed at the man’s hands in a futile attempt to loosen his grip so she could breathe.
    â€œGet off my mommy!” Stephon screamed, the scar he was born with dragging the side of his mouth down, causing his words to slur. Derek grabbed onto his little brother’s shirt and pulled him back. He couldn’t risk this monster harming his brother too.
    â€œPlease don’t hurt my babies,” their mother rasped, begging the man for mercy.
    â€œBitch, you should have thought about that before you decided to cross me,” the giant said, hoisting her up and throwing her up against the wall. She hit the wall with a thud and slid down, her body going limp like a rag doll. She continued to scream and beg for her life as the man pounded on her.
    He let his fist land at will, each punch harder than the one before. “You like to smoke crack? You like to steal from people, bitch?” the man growled as he lifted her weak body so he could get to her face easier. With the force of a Mack truck, he backhanded her, and one of her teeth shot from her mouth. Blood covered her face and the floor around her. “Now, I expect to get my money by tomorrow, or you