Grand Opening 2

Book 0: Family Business

by Carl Weber, La Jill Hunt

Genres: African American; African American Historical; African American Mystery & Detective

Synopsis

The year is 1978. The Duncan brothers and their tough-as-nails women have vanquished their rivals and taken their place as the leaders of Waycross, Georgia's criminal enterprises. However, their rise to power has not gone unnoticed, and the family is rocked when their mother, Miss Bettie, is kidnapped and her body is found in a swamp.

No one knows who the killers are, but instead of drawing closer, the family is split when their grief-stricken leader, LC, is offered membership in the South's most powerful black organization, the Council. Membership has its privileges, but they do not include his brothers. LC packs up his growing family and moves to Atlanta to open his first car dealership.

Unable to deal with their mother's death, Lou Duncan searches for her killers with the help of an unlikely ally—LC's ex-fiancee. Her presence may cost him his relationship with his brothers, but Lou is resigned to that fact because Donna's help is instrumental in finding Ms. Bettie's abductors. What he will soon learn is that his search for the truth will also lead him to discover a long-buried Duncan family secret.

Release date: July 30, 2019

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

I’d just finished toasting the bride and groom as their best man, and I was now happily watching Maria and Juan Rodriguez dance for the very first time as husband and wife. Juan was a good man and the closet thing I had to a friend, aside from my wife and my brothers.

Things had been rough between us in the beginning, when he first came into Waycross with a broken-down station wagon, looking to get it fixed. He pretended to be a traveling salesman named John, but what I didn’t know was that the car was filled with marijuana in hidden compartments. He was delivering them for a boss who had threatened the lives of his family members.

The auto parts had to be shipped to Waycross, so Juan stayed at the gas station, making himself useful for a few weeks while we waited. I thought he was a decent guy, until I found the drugs in the car’s undercarriage and he pulled a gun on me. Needless to say, things got pretty tense between me and him, but when all was said and done, he’d proven himself to be a true friend, placing his life in jeopardy for my family on more than one occasion.

My thoughts were thrown off when my own bride, Chippy, slid in behind me, grabbing my waist and rubbing her belly behind me to get my attention. She’d been pretty frisky these past few weeks despite being eight months pregnant with our second child. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the reason she wanted my attention.

“Are you sure your momma can handle those boys?” she asked with the concern of an overprotective mother written all over her face. We’d left our son, Junior, along with my brother Larry’s boy, Curtis, with my mother so we could attend the wedding. Usually, Chippy wouldn’t let Junior out of her sight for anyone but me.

I chuckled, pulling her into my arms. “My mother raised four truly hardheaded boys, so I’m sure she can handle those two just fine. Stop worrying and enjoy yourself.”

“But that Curtis is a terror. Do you remember the lump he left on Junior’s head last time we left him at Nee Nee’s?” she said, referring to the only other time we had left him with someone else.

I tried to reassure her with a kiss, but she was right about my nephew. Curtis had a bit of the devil in him—but then again, so did my mother.

A voice with a deep Southern accent came from behind us. “Excuse me, are you LC Duncan?”

Chippy and I turned around to see a well-dressed, light-skinned man in his forties with a twelve-inch scar running from the top of his face on one side to the bottom of his face on the other. If it weren’t for the scar, the man would have been considered very handsome.

“I am. How can I help you?”

“Name’s James.” He pointed across the room at an elderly man. “Mr. Mahogany would like to have a word with you.”

“Mr. Mahogany,” I repeated, glancing at Chippy. Juan had already warned me that there would be a lot of so-called underworld figures at the wedding. Some of them I knew, like the Fernandez brothers, Alejandro Zuniga, and Sal and Tony Dash from New York, to name a few. I’d never met Mr. Mahogany, although I’d heard of him.

Mr. Mahogany was not unlike me and my brothers. He ran a lucrative area north of us, which included Atlanta and parts of North and South Carolina. He’d run his operation for damn near twenty years, and he was not a man to be taken lightly. Still, he did have a reputation for being a fair man. With his proximity to Waycross and our territory in southern Georgia, it was inevitable that we would one day cross paths, and evidently, that day was today. So, I kissed my wife, who I was sure would alert my brothers, and confidently headed over to see the man.

“Excuse me, are you Mr. Mahogany?” I said politely when I approached his table. Now that I was standing in front of him, I felt a little less confident because of the way he was staring at me. Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe he wasn’t called Mr. Mahogany because it was his name, but because of the hue of his skin. I swear he had to be the darkest man I’d ever met, and I’d lived in Georgia my entire life. “Your man James said you wanted to see me.”

To my relief, he stood and offered his hand with a smile, showing off teeth that were remarkably white for a man at least seventy years old. “Pleasure to meet you, young man.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mahogany.” I took his leathery hand with a firm grip.

“Have a seat, LC.” He released my hand, gesturing to an empty chair. We sat down, and he pointed to the man in the seat next to him. “LC, this my son, EJ.”

“Nice to meet you.” I offered my hand, but EJ hesitated, only relenting after a glance from his father. EJ’s expression was somewhere between a grimace and a weak smile, revealing a row of gold teeth that gleamed against skin not quite as dark as his father’s.

“LC, I have to apologize for staring, but looking across the table at you is a little spooky,” Mr. Mahogany said.

“Pardon?” I replied.

“Looking at you is like being in a time warp, because I’ll be damned if you don’t look just like your father.” His words had respect in them.

“You knew my father?” This was news to me.

“One of the most loyal men I’ve ever known. I knew him and your mother.” His face became serious. “I’m sure she’s proud of all the hard work and effort you put into bringing her home from prison. How is Bettie?”

“Good.” I was surprised that he knew about that. “She’s at my brother Larry’s, playing grandma to our two boys.”

His smile widened, and he chuckled, glancing over at his son. “Good for her. Grandchildren are what this world is all about when you reach our age. Please give her my best.”

“I will, but I’m sure you didn’t call me over just to give my mother your best wishes.” Men like Mr. Mahogany weren’t usually interested in small talk, and neither was I. We might as well get right down to business–whatever that was. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“We just wanted to meet the man who took out our old friend Big Sam,” EJ interjected, his gold teeth sparkling.

I really wasn’t sure where this was going, but I sure as hell was glad that Larry, Lou, and Levi had just shown up and were standing behind me. EJ and Mr. Mahogany glanced up at them, but I figured introductions were unnecessary at this point. “Well, in all honesty, EJ, the only reason Sam isn’t with us here today is because he forgot who his friends were.” I glanced over at my kin. “My brothers Larry and Lou here used to work for Sam. Hell, Lou even considered himself Sam’s best friend.”

“That still doesn’t explain why Sam is dead,” EJ snapped, making it clear how he felt about the way we’d handled Sam.

“Sam is dead because Sam was greedy. He wanted to take over shit we’d grown from the ground up,” Larry interjected, a little louder than I would have liked.

“It was his territory,” Mr. Mahogany replied calmly. “You would deny him a taste? I’m sure you wouldn’t put up with that in your present position.”

“A taste would have been fine, but Sam wanted the whole thing,” I explained, keeping my tone respectful. I didn’t want anything escalating at Juan’s wedding reception. I could see in his eyes as he nodded at me that Mr. Mahogany understood our dilemma. His son, on the other hand, did not.

“Bullshit!” EJ exploded. “I was told this all started because you were in love with one of his whores and stuck your nose where it didn’t belong.” He leaned his chair back on two legs and glared at Chippy, who was lingering at a nearby table, watching us all closely.

My first instinct was to jump up and smack the taste out the man’s mouth for insulting my wife, but when I glanced at Chippy, she shook her head and gave me a look that told me to stay calm. Unfortunately, she didn’t give my hotheaded brother Larry that same look.

“Who the fuck you calling a whore? You calling my sister-in-law a whore?” Larry slipped past me and kicked the bottom of the chair EJ was sitting in, making him fall on his ass.

“Motherfucker, obviously you don’t like living.” EJ jumped up, along with every man on their side of the table—except for Mr. Mahogany, who remained remarkably calm. They may have jumped up in defense of EJ, but it was obvious that his men would not make another move without his approval.

I tried to mimic his demeanor, but I could not say it would have the same effect, because Larry was such a loose cannon that no one could predict his actions.

“I’m not sure what this is all about, Mr. Mahogany, but Big Sam Bradford was a piece of shit whose death should be celebrated, not fought over. Now, I’m sorry if you lost a friend, but we had to deal with him, and it was either him or us. We chose him.”

Mr. Mahogany snapped his fingers, and all of his men sat down. “I respect what you’re saying, LC, and Sam was more of an associate than a friend”—He looked toward EJ, who was breathing heavy and glaring at Larry—“although he and my son had some dealings that they did not know I was aware of.” I could tell from Mr. Mahogany’s voice that whatever he was talking about was deeply personal. EJ’s expression softened, and he too his seat as nonchalantly as possible.

Mr. Mahogany’s eyes went from EJ to each of my brothers as he continued to speak. “Look, we don’t want no trouble with you boys. I’ve been watching you from afar, and I’m impressed. You’ve earned my respect. Matter of fact, that’s why I wanted to talk to you, LC. I’ve come to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime.”

“I still can’t get over how beautiful that wedding was.” Nee Nee placed a well-positioned hand on my thigh, letting me know that I was going to get some that night. We’d just pulled up the driveway to the farm, and I was glad to be home, mostly because for the past twenty minutes, I’d been trying my best to listen but not listen to Nee ramble on and on about how spectacular Juan and Maria’s wedding had been. I loved that woman to death, but I hated how she tried to manipulate me, because what she was really trying to say was that she wanted to get married and have a wedding too. Nee was good for using reverse psychology on folks, me especially, but this was a little too obvious.

“Come on now, Nee, you knew Juan was gonna go all out,” I replied, placing the car in park. “That flashy Puerto Rican thinks he’s a white boy for real sometimes. Do you know how much money they pissed away?”

“Yeah, but that wedding was extra special. I ain’t never seen nobody have fireworks at their wedding. Even the white folks who ran the country club couldn’t believe that. It was like something out of a movie. Did you see the fireworks and the all-white horses pulling that Cinderella carriage?”

“Yeah, of course I saw it. Everyone saw it.” The truth of the matter was that I spent more time watching that blue-black Mr. Mahogany and his snaggletooth son EJ talking my brother LC’s ears off more than I did anything else at that wedding. Something about those slick motherfuckers from Atlanta just didn’t sit well with me, especially that son of a bitch EJ. I probably should have just killed his ass when I had the chance, instead of just knocking over his chair. I was particularly concerned now that LC and Chippy were on their way up to Atlanta for some big, top secret meeting without me and Lou. I sure hoped Mr. Smarty-Pants knew what he was doing.

“I swear that wedding was so beautiful, it was like something out of Disney World.” Nee shook her head, looking starry-eyed as she sighed. “I don’t even have the words.”

“Or the money,” I said with a laugh. “I can think of far better things to do with that kinda money than piss it away on a wedding. He must have spent thirty or forty grand on that wedding, and in a day or two, folks won’t even remember that shit. It’ll be back to reality for the citizens of Waycross, Georgia.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Nee shrugged. “But it’s something the two of them will remember the rest of their lives, and that’s all that matters.”

“I hear you. Good for them.” I reached for the door handle. “I’d still rather have the cash.”

“You’re such a romantic.” Nee sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, opening her door with a hard shove. I knew at that moment the chances of me getting any were slim and none, so I might as well keep playing my part.

“Thank you,” I replied. I knew I was just pissing her off even more, but why pretend? I wasn’t planning on marrying her anytime soon. I didn’t need any white man’s piece of paper to prove my commitment to her. We had a son together, and that was commitment enough.

“Hey, you think the boy is up?” The thought of seeing our son brought a smile to my face. I loved Nee and the rest of my family, but my son Curtis was my reason for living.

Nee Nee glanced at her watch. “He better not be. But then again, you know your momma. She spoils those boys to death.”

“She’s just being a grandma. We’ll see how you act when you’re in her position.” She laughed right along with me, because we both knew she would spoil her grandkids ten times worse than my momma ever could.

By the time I got out of the car, Nee Nee was already walking on the porch. She opened the screen door and asked me over her shoulder, “You got your key?”

I reached into my pocket for the house key, but when she put her hand on the door knob, the door opened up right away.

“Got dammit!” I cursed, stepping up behind her. “How many times I gotta tell Momma about leaving that door unlocked?” It was one thing when Levi had his dogs there, but now that he’d moved into Big Shirley’s and taken the dogs with him, that door should have been locked at all times.

“Relax. You know she ain’t used to locking no doors,” Nee said, stepping inside. She switched on the light and screamed.

I rushed in and saw what had her so upset. The house was tore up from the floor up, like a cyclone had run through there, and sitting right in the middle of the mess were Curtis and Junior.

“What the hell?” I thought it was cute the way my mother spoiled the kids, but even I thought this was going too far.

“I’m sorry, but I am not gonna be this bad,” Nee joked, but I didn’t find a damn thing funny.

I had to step over a couple of pillows and pick up a potato chip bag as I walked into the room. “Momma!” I called out.

The boys were sitting over by the television. There was an empty tub of ice cream and two spoons on the ground. A couple of bottles of Nehi soda sat on the coffee table, along with a few empties on the floor. As Curtis picked one up and started chugging away, neither he nor Junior took their eyes off the cartoons they were watching.

“Momma!” Getting no response, I headed toward the kitchen. “Ma—” My words halted when I saw that she wasn’t in there either.

“She’s probably in her room drunk,” Nee said, shaking her head. “Mr. Byrd came by with some of that corn liquor he be making the other day. I bet she mixed it with some of that Nehi orange that she likes so much. She’s probably passed out on the bed.”

I spun around and headed for Momma’s bedroom.

“Jesus, Larry! Knock me down why don’t you?” Nee said when I smashed right into her.

“Sorry, but something ain’t right.” I apologized but didn’t wait for a response as I made a beeline toward the bedroom. I was starting to get a bad feeling about this.

“Momma!” She wasn’t in her room, so I continued to call out as I went from one room to the next in search of my mother. I finally stopped searching and walked into the living room where Nee had started picking up some of the mess.

“She’s in there drunk, ain’t she?” Nee asked.

I shook my head. “I couldn’t find her. I don’t think she’s here.”

“What do you mean? She has to be here.” Nee Nee’s face finally revealed the same panic I felt. We looked over at the boys. “I know your mother. No way would she leave them here alone.”

“I know,” I replied, “but where the fuck is she?”

I stepped in front of the TV, staring down the boys, who looked annoyed when I turned off their Betamax tape. “Hey,” Curtis whined. “We was watching that.”

“Where’s Grandma Bettie?” I asked sternly.

“She’s not here,” Junior replied.

“What do you mean she’s not here? Where is she?”

“She gone,” Curtis answered, still trying to look past me at the static TV screen.

“Yeah, she went with the men,” Junior said, clearly hoping it would be enough information for me to let them get back to their show.

A wave of heat ran through my body. “Men! What men?” I was not about to believe Momma left these boys alone while she went out with some men.

Junior scratched his head as if he was thinking real hard. “Umm, one of them had a toy gun.”

Curtis chimed in, “He let me play with it, and I was gonna shoot it, just like you, Daddy.” Nee and I glanced at each other, neither of us able to speak.

“No, you wasn’t,” Junior snapped at Curtis. “He didn’t even let you play with his gun.”

“Yes he did,” Curtis shot back, smacking Junior in the head. Junior started crying.

“Curtis!” Nee yelled. Under normal circumstances, she would have whipped Curtis’s behind for hitting his cousin, but this shit was anything but normal. If what the boys were saying was true, someone with a gun was in my house, and now my momma was missing.

Nee grabbed my arm, and I could feel her trembling. I’m not sure if she could see the terror in my eyes, but I sure as hell saw it in hers.

“You think someone took her?” Nee asked as we stepped away from the boys to talk.

“Sure as hell looks like it.” I felt about ready to break something in half.

“Oh my God, Larry, what we gonna do?”

“First I’m gonna get out of this piece-of-shit tuxedo. Then I’m gonna call my brothers.” I started walking toward my bedroom, already taking off my tuxedo shirt. “Then we’re gonna hunt down the motherfuckers who took my momma and kill they asses.”

Three hours earlier

I’d been invited to Juan and Maria’s fancy wedding, but I chose to stay home with my grandbabies. I said it was to give their mothers a break, but mostly it was because I just loved those two boys to death and wanted to spend as much time with them as I could. Besides, I felt a little uneasy going to a wedding for two people I barely knew. I’d met Juan a few times since I’d been home, and he appeared to be a nice enough fella—hell, everyone seemed to like him, including Larry, who didn’t like nobody—but after being in jail so long, I didn’t do well in crowds. So I told them to wish Juan luck as I did everything I could to get them out the door.

But that Chippy still resisted.

“You know what? Maybe I’ll stay home with you, Miss Bettie,” Chippy said, taking off her shawl. “These boys are gonna be a handful for you to handle.”

“No, they’re not! Now, you take your wiry behind with your husband to that wedding and have a good time. Grandma Bettie got this. Me and my grandsons have some ice cream and cake to eat, and mommies and daddies aren’t invited, so carry your asses.” I picked up her shawl and handed it to her.

“But—”

“Git!” I pointed at the door.

Chippy looked at LC for backup, but he just shook his head before taking her arm and leading her out the door. She didn’t look happy, but I didn’t really give two shits if she got mad. She’d get over it. Besides, a woman is supposed to get mad at her mother-in-law at least one time in her life. I had to admit, though, that I liked the women LC, Larry, and Levi had chosen for themselves. Now, if I could only get Lou to settle down before I closed my eyes, I’d be all right.

I glanced over at Nee Nee, who raised her hands in surrender and followed them out the door.

“Bye, Momma.” Larry leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Lock the door behind us.”

“Okay, baby. Bye-bye.” I closed the door, leaning up against it as I chuckled to myself. “Damn, I thought they’d never leave.”

“What’s so funny, Grandma Bettie?” Junior, a pudgy little mound of joy, asked as he looked up from the Hot Wheels cars and tracks that he and Curtis were playing with. Junior was four months younger but almost twice Curtis’s size.

“Your momma, that’s what’s so funny.” I was still laughing—until I realized what was about to happen. “Boy, if you don’t put that down, I’m gonna whip you with it until your momma and daddy come home.”

“I didn’t do nothing,” Curtis whined, dropping the Hot Wheels track he had been holding. His slick ass was about to slam that track up against Junior’s head. It would have left a serious mark, which was the last thing I needed, considering Chippy was the most overprotective momma I’d met in my life.

“You was about to.” I shook my head, and Curtis tried to play innocent, showing off his momma’s dimples as crocodile tears ran down his face. Bad as he was, that boy couldn’t help but melt your heart. He was so cute. “Who’s ready for a bubble bath and then some ice cream?” I shouted, and his tears instantly dried up.

“And cake!” Junior added as both boys jumped up and ran toward the bathroom. All I could do was smile and thank God for giving me the chance to know them.

Twenty minutes later, they were clean, but getting those boys cleaned up ’bout laid me out flat. Chippy wasn’t lying when she said they were a lot of work. But then again, I’d never been against hard work.

“Grandma Bettie, you said we could have ice cream and cake, remember?” Junior announced no sooner than I’d slipped his pajama top over his head. He was one of the happiest and bubbliest kids I’d ever met. His sweet, gentle spirit reminded me of my son Levi. Levi was still a big ol’ kid to this day, trapped in a big ol’ man’s body. But that Curtis, on the other hand. He was wild and rambunctious, just like Larry. I mean, if that boy didn’t remind me of his father when he was a child, he didn’t remind me of anyone.

“Yeah, we gonna have ice cream and cookies, right?” Curtis chimed in.

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