Hey guys! :) This is my new story. It's going to be more of a mature mood than Damn, I Hate Love Triangles. If it gets too risky, it might be moved to a rating of Mature, but I'm not sure yet. The chapters will be much longer than this one. This is just a little taste for you all. Tell me if you like the idea!

Summary: Huey and Cairo are notorious gang leaders rivaling against each other. Jazmine is a beautiful, innocent woman and the fiancee of Cairo. When Cairo goes too far, Huey sets out for revenge. HxJ RxC CxOC

Huey- 26

Jazmine- 25

Cairo- 26

Riley- 24

Caesar- 26

Cindy- 25

Hiro- 25

Dewey- 27

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks or anything related to it.

Chapter 1: Vengeance In Motion

The day was somber. Gray clouds followed us throughout the procession, setting a mocking mood for the occasion. Specks of rain started to fall down outside as family members and friends gathered around the coffin to say their final goodbyes. Aunt Cookie was sobbing on my shoulder and blowing her nose with a velvet handkerchief. Riley faced the coffin and looked on with a clenched jaw and fists, but his eyes showed a hint of sadness. Even Uncle Ruckus was there with genuine pain planted on his facial features in place of the usual arrogant despicable one. And I... I was numb. But not numb enough to refrain from chastising myself for this tragedy I caused. This shouldn't have happened. It's my entire fault that he's gone. My eyes hardened when I saw the coffin being lowered into the ground.

Aunt Cookie removed herself from my shoulder and fell to the ground, reaching for the coffin. "Robert! Robert! Please don't leave me, Robert!" Her arms continued to reach for him as I pulled her from off of the ground. She cried and screamed for him until those cries and screams ended in silent hyperventilation.

I didn't cry that day. I didn't cry when I found him. And I have yet to shed a single tear. Maybe I've allowed the business to coarsen me when occurrences like this happen. Or maybe I really am a stoic monster that deserves everything handed to me. But one thing I don't tolerate is innocent people intertwined in the crossfires, especially when it pertains to someone so dear to me. Grandad…

The burial ceremony was coming to a close, the preacher said his final home going words, and the grave diggers started shoveling dirt to cover the six foot whole. People began to leave flowers near his grave. Slowly, they began to leave the cemetery. After twenty minutes, there was scarcely anyone left. Just some relatives and a few of my comrades. As each minute passed by, I felt angrier and angrier. I know I can never bring him back, but I will bring down the people who did this to him.

I turned to one of my best friends, Caesar, and he looked back at me. "You know what we have to do, right?"

He gave me a serious look. "Yea. We gonna make them fuckers pay! Your gramps didn't deserve this shit."

I nodded and gave a vengeful smirk. "I'm already on it…I have a plan. Get Riley and the rest of the crew together at the quarters. I will be there shortly. I need to get Aunt Cookie home." He nodded at me and then went over to where Riley was with the rest of the group to inform them of the plans.

I turned around and approached Aunt Cookie. She wasn't crying anymore, just staring at the grave with gloomy swollen eyes. "Aunt Cookie. We should leave now. It's going to pour soon"

"My brother didn't deserve this," she said in a cold voice.

I felt a brief pang of guilt. "I know."

"I hope whoever did this will burn in an eternal hell. Such a vile, nasty crime," she paused for a moment as if she lost her train of thought to something sinister but shook her head and quickly regained her words and devout poise, "and Robert wasn't no angel either. I would have known that better than anyone too being his little sis and all. Bet you boys did also with all of his foolishness he done, but my brother didn't deserve it. He didn't I tell you no one does. But I'm going to hand it over to the Lord, his justice never fails."

"Don't worry. Whoever did this will burn in hell, and God won't have anything to do with it...And I'll make sure of it," I said with venom laced around my words.

She turned her head around abruptly and narrowed her eyes at me. "I hope you're not going to get yourself into any trouble boy. Whoever did this will reap what they sow, and not by you. God will give them what they deserve."

"I'm sorry, Aunt Cookie. I was just speaking out of hate," I said, half-lying through my teeth. My thoughts were full of hate, but I was far from sorry about them. And I will be damned if I sit in a corner twiddling my thumbs waiting for some questionable theology to determine the outcome of this predicament. I'll be damned. But for the sake of Aunt Cookies sanity, I can play right along with her holier than thou righteous act.

She continued to stare at me warily, "Now, you listen here boy. Your grandfather would not want you to get into any trouble over what happened. He loved you too much for you to go down a path of destruction."

Too late for that.

"I'm not going to do anything," I sighed exasperatedly, "Come on let me drive you back to the house. It's been a long day and I'm sure you need your rest."

Her gaze continued to linger on me and opened her mouth to scold me some more but decided otherwise closed it and let out a defeated sigh then turned around to head for the car. Before she got to the passenger side I opened the door and allowed her to enter securely then gently closed it. I quickly followed suit and got into the drivers' side. On the way home, I thought meticulously of my plan. It was already planned out since that fateful day this was just mentally reviewing it grooming out any kinks to meet perfection. Aunt Cookie will have to be her usual disappointed self because I'm not allowing them to get away with it. My grip tightened on the steering wheel and my eyes showed evil ambition.

His death will not be in vain.

An annoying blaring alarm clock woke me from my peaceful slumber. A groan escaped my lips as I stretched my arm to reach over to cut off the deafeningly harsh tones. My eyes glanced at the clock. It read 8 o' clock. Oh no! I must have pressed the snooze too many times! I let out a short gasp threw off the thick satin comforter and got up so fast to rush getting ready. I could just mentally hear the nagging voice coming out of my mother's mouth and imagine the judgmental death glare aimed in my direction.

Only my clothes were out when I heard the doorbell ring but I had yet to take my shower and my stomach protested loudly. I walked out of my bedroom and towards the entrance door of my apartment. I opened it, already knowing who was on the other side of the door bracing myself for the verbal attacks. My mom stood there with a joyful smile on her face that quickly faded and turned into a grimace when she saw my white tank top and way too many bunnies' pajamas pants.

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"Why aren't you ready, Jazmine Marie Dubios?! We have so much stuff to do today! We still have to go dress shopping for the bride maids, and then go look into some more of those catering businesses I emailed you about, not to mention-," the shrill voice of a highly upset Sarah Dubois continued.

Yea, there it goes.

I closed my eyes and touched my head blocking out her last few lines, then said groggily, "Please stop, mom. I have a headache and don't feel well. I woke up late. Just let me get ready in peace. I promise I will be quick." I turned on my heel, but not before huffing "And Good morning to you too."

"Good morning," she mumbled hurriedly with a gentler attitude than before. She let out a sigh and came into the living room of the apartment to sit down on the leather recliner and took out her phone mostly likely to scroll through her Facebook timeline. There was an irked look on her face. "Well, hurry up then. We haven't got all day."

I rolled my eyes inwardly and headed to my master bathroom to take a shower. When I was done, I went to put on the clothes I picked out. A beige silk collared shirt complimented with a black body con skirt. I allowed my damp strawberry blonde hair to cascade down my back. I'm not much of a makeup person, so I just applied some chap stick and red lip gloss on my lips. My finishing touch was some beige heels.

When I went into the kitchen, I found my mother doing the same thing as she was earlier glued to her phone. But there was also some noise accompanied. My mom was watching another one of those bridal shows. I shook my head and gave a small smile then grabbed a nature valley bar, fruit cup and a bottle of water. I let out a satisfied groan as I tamed my hunger and nibbled on my protein bar in between bites from the delicious fresh fruit.

Ever since Cairo and I announced our engagement, she's thrown herself head first into any aspect that deals with weddings. Whenever we talk, it's not "How are you Jazmine?", it's more like "I made another appointment with the wedding planner and blah blah blah" and so on. It can be aggravating, but I know it's just my mom being a mom. Her daughter-her only child- is getting married and she's filled with so much enthusiasm and happiness about it. But it still can be a drag at times.

"Jazmine! We have to be to the bridal shop by 9:00 am. It's 8:40 am, come on," She added with a string of finger snaps.

And so my day begins. I finished my granola bar and drank the rest of the water in my water bottle. "Coming mom!"

Finally!

Never have I been so delighted to be done for the day. Thankfully, we got a lot of things situated today, so there should be a less edgy Mrs. Dubois in the weeks to come which will be very good for both parties. We finished with the wedding errands and it was only 8 p.m. I shuddered thinking of past arrangements with my mother when we wouldn't finish until 10 in the evening. There was still a good portion of the night left for me to watch some Netflix and relax or possibly have dinner with Cairo. Either one is fine with me as long as it has nothing to do with the topic of wedding planning.

My mother claimed she had other things to do a dinner with some old girlfriends or something along the lines of that, so we said our goodbyes and I headed to my car. Fall leaves started to rustle in the wind. It was a really chilly night and-in the rush my mother forced on me-I neglected my sweater. My arms wrapped around my upper body in a lame attempt to keep myself warm. There wasn't much light around, only the light from the moon illuminating the dark road.

All of a sudden, I could feel two bright car lights coming from behind me. I turned around in an attempt to see who it was, but turned back around in an instant and blinked my eyes since the light was so blinding that it made my eyes water. I shrugged them off and reached the car door until I felt something cold on the back of my head. My eyes widened in fear.

A smooth but deadly voice started talking, "If you scream, I will blow off your pretty little head."

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