The story you are about the read is based on the STARZ TV Show, "Power" created by Courtney Kemp Agboh and Executive Producer 50 Cent. I do not own any of the characters, but maybe Father McDonald and Evan, because they're not in the show YET.
POWER
"Redemption"
"You sure about this shit?" Ghost asked as Tasha drove deep into the night.
"Don't you trust me baby, have I ever steered you wrong?" She answered making a sharp turn.
"Where we going?"
"I told you, this the best shit out here." Ghost phone buzzes. "Baby put that down, this the only time I've had you all to myself in weeks." Ghost had been putting in crazy hours on the street acquiring more territory in neighboring burrows.
"I know, but we at war, and two of my best soldiers….," he went on until Tasha fixed it by putting his hand between her thighs. She wore a short black dress with a zipper down the middle, Dior. It was all the rage in Paris.
Back in the city Tommy Egan was at home with Hollie arguing about the welfare of their baby while trying to run one of the city's most prosperous drug. His son Evan was crying, and Hollie was becoming more annoyed by her baby father's distance.
Pregnant Tommy was the perfect father to be; never missed an appointment, and did anything Hollie needed. All that changed after delivery and the White War Broke out. On the eve of Evan's birth Kanan had taken out 3 of Ghost's top couriers getting away with one of the biggest pay days in street history. Life wasn't the same. Tommy never stopped feeling like Kanan had fucked him up his ass, and taken his pride and dignity.
"Does it ever shut up!?" Tommy questioned with anger beating the desk breaking his burner phone in the process. It was the 3rd IPhone this month.
"He's seven weeks old, what do you want him to do?" Hollie said back after getting Evan to suck on his pacifier. "He's a baby. He pees and shits, and maybe if you did something he wouldn't be like this!" She hit him on the head. Before she could bring her arm back Tommy grabbed it, and brought her to his knees. Angry he took out his dick, and forced it into her mouth. She gasped for air, he didn't allow her. "Before you die I'm going to get something out of you." She campaigned for air with sounds as Tommy moved her head up and down forcefully allowing her to catch short breaths. After ejaculating in her mouth he bent down to her ear and whispered, "Next time you do that it's going to be a metal dick." He kissed her on the cheek. Evan began crying, "Go tend to our son, he needs his mother." Getting up she scampered to her son swallowing. She never knew power could taste so bitter.
Pulling onto Brasher Road Tasha was now soaking wet, Ghost had what she called, Magic Fingers. "That was amazing." She said making a left.
"We here already?" Ghost asked.
"Unfortunately." She said patting his crotch. "Tell me if you see a green building with a cross in the middle."
"There." Ghost said drawing attention to it. The cross was old and worn, and the grass needed a good cut. Tasha drove up the small incline to where the building stood. The building needed a new coat of paint and a professional cleaning. Parking in the back beside the air conditioner she began to get out until Ghost locked the door from his side.
"Tasha you sure about this shit?"
"Baby I check it out it's legit. You know I got you." With that Ghost looked a little unsure. "I'll do anything to get you on top," she pulled him closer giving him a short sensual short peck on the lips, "Anything."
"Ok, let's do this." He said unlocking the doors, and getting out first. Tasha followed the laws of shivery and safety by letting her man get out the car first. Arriving at her door Tasha took a breath said a 2 second prayer, and got out. She wasn't new to the game, but she did have 3 kids. And she didn't want to leave her spot open to a new mother. "Where we supposed to go in?"
"He said back door with the cross."
"It's a church, they all got fucking crosses."
"Calm down. Not all with a crown a thorns, and Fuck you written at the bottom." She said getting ready to open the door.
"Wait," he said taking the control of the knob instead of Tasha. His gun was out ready to shoot. Ghost wasn't ready to move into the afterlife.
Walking in Tasha said, "Hello." While she closed the door behind her.
"Tasha, please come in my child." Said a voice on the other side of the darkness.
"My child, who's this man?"
"Shhh." She said telling him to put his gun down. Walking ahead she walked into the lighted area which became a sanctuary with a stained glass dome for the ceiling. "Father McDonald, it's a pleasure to meet you. This is my husband Ghost."
Ghost snapped back into the moment after being taken away in the architecture of the building. "Tasha…"
"There are no secrets from God." Father McDonald said with an odd amount of optimism. "I know who you are, what you're about. Do you think I'd let anyone in the house of God. Some sinners can't be saved." He smiled.
"That's fine father, but let's cut the bull shit." Ghost said stepping up, and becoming his usual self.
The man was wearing black with a white collar. He was an older male in his mid-40's who had seen a great amount of Life. Every wrinkle in his skin came with a story.
"What do you want to know?" He took a seat on the front pew next to a stack of Bible.
"What are you selling?"
Father McDonald pulled a bible from the middle of the stack. Opening it revealed it had been cut leaving a small hole in the shape of cross revealing small bags of blue power. "This, Blue Redemption. It'll take you to God or your money back."
Ghost took one of the small bag, and begin inspecting it. It was the real deal, "Are you really a pastor?"
"Yep, even have church here on Sunday, and then I occasionally fuck on Monday." He chuckled and smiled.
"How much"
"Here," he said reaching under the pew he pulled a brick. "Take this, try it out, and we'll talk." He handed the Brick to Ghost. Ghost then handed it to Tasha who put it in her bag.
"Cool." Ghost said shaking Father McDonald's hand.
"Remember, you're always welcomed here, even if you want to talk. We have service every Sunday at 8:00 o'clock, and this week's service is about the evils of revenge, eye for an eye…"
"Yea, we'll be in touch." Ghost said grabbing Tasha's hand leading them out of the church. He escorted her to the passenger's seat, and got in the driver's seat. "That mother fucker dumb as hell." Ghost said backing up, and driving them down the hill back to the city.
555-9867: Jamie I miss you.
