King's Justice: The Knights of Breton Court, Volume 2 Read Online Free PDF

Had?" "Never mind. I got him. You go."
     
    The days of the week blurred into a dismal sameness, but Sundays broke them out of their lethargy. This day was one with a spell cast on it, all blue skies and cutting chill. The Outreach Inc. van pulled up in front of one of the row homes which led to Breton Court.
      "Right here, man." King pointed to the side of the road.
      "You sure about this?" Wayne slumped forward on the steering wheel.
      "We stop the little things, the big things take care of themselves."
      "Looks to me like you trying to tackle big things, little things, and everything in between." Wayne checked his watch and thought to himself: we settle more ghetto mess before 9am than most people do all day. He pushed against the driver's seat, which sighed as he exited.
      King opened his door without glancing back, purposeful and focused, and walked with that determined saunter of his. Directly to the second door from the end. He rapped five times, loud, but not a po-po knock. A plumpish woman, short but unintimidated, cold-eyed him.
      "Excuse me, ma'am. I need to see you and your husband."
      "What is it?" She wrapped her shawl around her tighter, about to get her church on, as she sized him up. She fixed a hard but without attitude mask on her face, her mood preparing to be potentially fouled by this busybody, do-gooder type who was probably used to his looks getting doors opened for him.
      "Your son, he was down paintballing the candy lady's house. He needs to get down there and clean it up."
      "DeMarcus? Get over here, boy." Pipe-cleaner arms ducked behind his mother. Ten years old if a day, unsure of the stranger at the door and instinctively seeking shelter behind his formidable mother. "This man says you out shooting up a woman's house with that paint gun of yours."
      "Wasn't me." The words sputtered out as reflex. He stared without shame at King.
      "Don't lie to me, boy," his mother said, used to coaxing the truth or at least navigating the lies of boys.
      "Before we get po-po out here. Clean it up or FiveO." King met the boy's eyes. Treating him like a man capable of accepting responsibility for his actions. He had to catch them while they were young. "Which one he want?"
      "I'm sorry, Momma." The voice was barely audible.
      "What you do that for?" The mother grabbed him by the shoulders, more embarrassed than anything else.
      "That old lady was talking crazy to me," the boy whispered, cornered by truth.
      "So you go down and tear up her house?" King pressed.
      "Thanks, we got this." The mother's still-respectful tone didn't invite dispute.
      "Got my eye on you. Be checking on that house tomorrow," King said as a parting reminder to DeMarcus.
      "You too much, man," Wayne said as they turned up the corner heading toward their actual destination.
      "What do you mean?"
      "You too much. What a brother can't ease up for nothing?" Wayne nodded up the way to the figure approaching them. "Lookee here, lookee here."
      Poured into her jeans, braless beneath her halter top, her sashay had men erect from half a block away, Rhianna Perkins sauntered up. Always down for a party, a party that needed to be paid for when it was over, her eyes glimmered with recognition. Her hair flared, interlocked locklets in need of re-twisting. Despite the swell of her belly, she carried herself with a fierce sexiness. Upon closer inspection, her worn, bruised skin added a hint of purple to her sepia complexion. Something about her easy crocodile smile made her appear much older than her sixteen years.
      "When you gonna come see about me?" she asked.
      "I do. I never forgot about you. You're still part of our neighborhood," King said. "We got to all pull together."
      "You all harambee like a motherfucker now." She licked her lips as if appraising a freshly prepared plate of filet mignon. "I know, you gone all crusader now."
      "Just a man on a mission."
      "You never