Seven months ago

It was a cold, spring afternoon. Wyatt listened silently to the cars passing the cemetery that he was in as his dull eyes stared at the tombstone right across of him. The cool breeze blew through his hair as he exhaled deeply.

"So this is really it," Wyatt whispered to himself. "Even after all the times that you told me about how you'd stay alive until you're old and have grandkids, you still died." Wyatt looked up at the blue sky. He felt his eyes water and a stray tear ran across his face. He wiped it away and his expression hardened. He clenched his hand into tight fists. "I will take revenge for you, Oliver. They have to suffer as I do."

"YO WYATT!" Wyatt's body jumped when he heard someone scream his name. His jaw clenched as he turned to the sound with irritation visible in his eyes. At the entrance of the cemetery, he saw Mike leaning onto the door with a huge grin plastered on his face. "YOU COMIN' OR NAH?"

"What the hell Mike?" Wyatt yelled back.

Mike walked to him and slapped his back. "Cheer up, Wyatt. Oliver wouldn't like ya bein' super emo n' shit," Mike laughed as he continued slapping his back.

"Stop man. That shit hurts," Wyatt said as he looked at Mike annoyed. "And what the hell are you doing here?"

"Momma told me to pick yo ass up. I told her 'bout Oliver and she's makin' some cake to cheer ya up. It's yo fave," Mike replied with a smirk.

Wyatt looked back at Oliver's grave and sadness overtook his features again. "That's nice of her," he mumbled.

Mike wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "I'm just sayin', man. You gotta move on after a while," Mike told him as he tried to turn Wyatt away from the tombstone.

"I'll move on after I take vengeance for Oliver." His eyes hardened again. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Mike winced. "Goddamn. That shit sounds edgy as fuck." Mike paused. "But now ain't the time for whateva you're plannin'," Mike said as they walked out of the cemetery. He opened the door of his car and put Wyatt on the seat. He slammed the door shut and joined him at the driver's side.

Wyatt slumped in the seat. "But Oliver," he mumbled.

Mike started his car. "Aye man, let's forget about Oliver for a minute. He wouldn't like it if we keep mopin' about him," Mike said as he drove to his house. He glanced at Wyatt who was staring at his hands. "You can cry if you want to. I don't judge."

Wyatt scoffed. "Oliver would laugh at me if I cried."

"Suit yourself, man." Mike drove them home as he was rapping along with a song on the radio. Wyatt looked out of the window and watched the scenery outside. After a while, Mike stopped the car in front of a two-story white house. They got out of the car and walked to the front door. Mike opened the door and the smell of cake filled their nostrils. "Momma! I'm home!" Mike announced as he walked to the kitchen.

Mike's mother, Tanisha, turned to the sound of her son's voice. "Where's Wyatt? Did you bring him?"

Mike clicked his tongue. "You ain't even ask me if I'm fine or not. Your attention is only on Wyatt since yesterday."

"You don't have shit to say. My lil' white baby lost his adopted dad. First his parents when he was little and now this." Tanisha sighed. "You're lucky that you'll never feel that kind of pain cause your daddy isn't in your life," Tanisha snapped back at him.

Mike pressed his lips together and sat down at the table. "It's true though." Mike muffled a snicker. "He'd only come back if I got drafted for the fuckin' NBA or some dumb shit like that."

As Tanisha and Mike kept making more jokes, Wyatt walked to the kitchen to join them.

"Hey, Tanisha. Mike didn't leave me alone at the cemetery," Wyatt said with a pained smile.

Tanisha used her hand to cover her mouth when she saw Wyatt's smile and lifeless eyes. "Oh, my baby," she said as she walked up to him with her arms spread out. Wyatt stood still and let her hug the living hell out of him. "Don't forget that you're also part of our family. You know that I'll take care of you like my own son."

"I know that, Tanisha," Wyatt sighed he wrapped his arms around her.

Mike narrowed his eyes and took a sip of his drink as he watched Tanisha and Wyatt hugging. He shook his head as he raised his eyebrows. "Very cute n' all, but when are we gonna eat?" Mike asked.

Tanisha whipped her head around and glared at Mike. "You ain't getting shit if you act like that."

Mike raised his hands. "I'm just askin'. Can't a man be hungry?"

Wyatt's stomach grumbled and he broke the hug. "I'm also kind of hungry," Wyatt laughed with a sheepish grin.

Tanisha shook her head. "You two never change," she smiled. Tanisha saw Mike grabbing a knife and smacked it out of his hands. The knife fell on the table next to the cake.

"Ow!" Mike shouted and he rubbed the back of his hand. "What the hell was that for?" He demanded.

"Don't even think about cutting the damn cake by yourself. Cause every time you do, you do something stupid to fuck it up." Tanisha grabbed the knife. "Remember the time when you were 16?" Mike grimaced as Wyatt tried to hold his laughter back. She started cutting the cake. "I don't know where you got the idea to cut a cake in square pieces. I understand if the cake's square too, but it was a round one! Who the fuck does that?"

"Couldn't be me," Wyatt commented as he tried to keep a straight face.

"But y'all still ate it though," Mike muttered.

"Of course. The way that you cut it doesn't change the taste of the food," Wyatt said with a serious face.

"I ain't askin' for your opinion."

A sigh left Tanisha's lips and she handed Wyatt a plate with a thick slice on it. "I'm happy that you continued cooking after all that happened to you," she smiled.

Wyatt stopped chewing and swallowed. "It reminds me of my mom when she was still alive. I loved watching her cook when I was little and she liked to call me when I was watching her from a distance. And when she did that, I helped her." Wyatt rested his head on his hand as he exhaled deeply. "And to this day, every time that I cook, I kind of feel her presence in the kitchen."

Mike took a bite off his piece of cake. "That shit be soundin' lowkey creepy, man," Mike spoke with his mouth full. "And I mean the last part. But anyway, when are you gonna cook for us again?"

"Oh yes, please! I almost forgot how good it was the last time!" Tanisha said excitedly as she put the rest of the cake in the refrigerator.

"How? That shit was good as fuck! Bruh, I still remember vibin' to that shit" Mike turned to Wyatt who was stuffing his face. "You free today? If you are, you wanna go to the store real quick to buy the ingredients?"

"Sorry, but I have to work tonight," Wyatt replied after his mouth was empty again and saw Mike's and Tanisha's sad faces. "But I can make dinner tomorrow if you guys want to."

"Hell yeah," Mike cheered and they began discussing the dishes that they want to eat tomorrow. After a few hours, Wyatt's phone chimed. He glanced at the lit screen and read the message that he received.

"I have to go home," Wyatt announced as he stood up. He turned to Mike. "Can you give me a lift home?"

"Ain't it better to drop you off at the cemetery?" Mike asked. "You forgot your car there. And it's better if ya don't leave yo car there, 'cause these fools here in New York will do anythin' to steal some shit."

"Okay then." Wyatt put his shoes on and went to hug Tanisha. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye Wyatt. And here." She handed him a piece of cake wrapped in aluminum foil. "For when you go to work."

"Thank you," Wyatt smiled. "Bye."

"I'll be back in a few momma." Mike and Wyatt walked to Mike's car. They got in and Mike drove back to the place where he picked up Wyatt. Fifteen minutes passed by and Mike stopped in front of Wyatt's car.

"Well, it's time to go for now," Wyatt said as he opened the door. "Are you gonna pick me up tomorrow or am I supposed to drive to your place?"

"Hm." Mike thought. "I'll text you the info tomorrow. Aight?"

"Alright. Goodnight."

"Night," Mike grinned. "Don't do some dumb shit!"

Wyatt closed the door and went inside his own car. He opened the message on his phone and studied the picture of a young man that his boss sent to him. After that, he read the message below it.

A girl by the name Felicity made a request to assassinate her ex. She said that he'll be at a prom at AH High School. Around 20:30 PM they'll announce the prom king and queen and she bribed some people to make them prom king and queen so that they'll be on the stage together. The school doesn't have much security, so it's easy to sneak in without getting caught. I'll make sure that all the security cameras in and around the school are switched off from 20:15 till 20:45

Wyatt sighed and drove to his apartment. He stepped out of the car and went inside of the apartment complex which he parked in front of. He pressed the elevator button and after a few minutes, the door opened. In the elevator, he saw an older woman standing. She smiled at him and got out of the elevator as Wyatt went into it. He pressed on the 13th floor and waited in silence until he got there. The door opened again after a few minutes and he walked to the door of his apartment. He used his key to open the door and closed it back behind him.

"What should I do?" Wyatt thought as he took his shoes off. He sighed. "It would've been better if I had a partner."

Wyatt went to his room and opened his closet. Behind his clothes, there was a door to open his weapon safe. He moved his clothes aside and pressed the code in to open the door. The door opened and he stared at the few guns that he had in there.

"A sniper is going to be too noticeable to take with me and too heavy to carry around." He looked at his handgun and grabbed it with the matching suppressor. "This will do." He grabbed a magazine and loaded it with bullets as he was humming the song that Mike was singing in the car. When he finished, he put it in the gun and tossed it on his bed. It landed on a pillow and Wyatt rummaged through his closet for something decent to wear. He grabbed a black blouse and a gray pair of jeans. He changed his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. A frown appeared on Wyatt's face when he saw his hair and he tried to fix it, using his fingers to comb it.

"That'll do," Wyatt said satisfied. He turned his head to the clock on the wall and saw that it's already 8 o'clock. Wyatt grabbed his pair of leather gloves and put them on. "I guess it's time again."

Twenty minutes later

Wyatt locked his car a few streets away from the school and put his car keys in his pocket as he walked to the school building. As he got closer, he heard the loud voices of students. Wyatt's nose wrinkled when he smelled the odor of alcohol coming off the students who were standing in groups outside. Wyatt silently walked past them and followed the sound of pop music that was playing. Every second, the sound became louder and louder, until he stood in front of the gymnasium. He went inside and scanned his surroundings. He saw that there was some kind of balcony at the very back of the room where no one was standing.

"Would've been funnier if they were standing on the balcony," Wyatt thought as he tried to find the stairs leading up there. When he found them after a few minutes of searching, he went up and grabbed his gun that he hid in his jeans.

"Hello! Can I get your attention?" Someone said through the microphone. Everyone quieted down and turned their attention to the student on stage with the microphone. "Thank you. It's finally time to announce the prom king and queen!" She cheered and the others start cheering too. "Now, the prom king and queen of 20XX are..." She opened the envelope. "Harold and Felicity!"

Many people started clapping as Harold and Felicity hugged each other and went upstage. They both got their own crowns and Felicity got a bouquet of roses too. Wyatt watched them and the crowd with a confused and unbelievable expression as he took his gun off safety.

The announcer handed Felicity the microphone. "Thank you for voting for us!" Felicity smiled. "What a great way to finish off the night? Right, Harold?"

Harold nodded. "Definitely," he grinned.

"When the hell is that hitman going to shoot him? Is he even here?" Felicity wondered. "I knew that they were bluffing." She put the microphone in front of her again. "Do you have something to say?" She asked Harold. After she said that, Harold staggered a bit as his hand went to his chest. "Harold? What's wrong?" He fell off the stage and everyone surrounded him. A girl began screaming when she saw a bloodstain on his shirt.

"Oh my fucking God! He got shot!" Someone else screamed and everyone began running out of the gymnasium.

Felicity stayed on the same spot, still processing the situation. "So it wasn't a scam." She went outside and grabbed her phone to transfer money to the boss.

Wyatt's phone chimed on the passenger seat. He looked at the message and saw that half of the money was transferred to his bank account.

"Where is the rest of my money?" Wyatt groaned and rubbed his eyes. "I'll talk to Julius tomorrow."