Chapter 2

“What's your name again---Prince Digimon?”

That was coming from Brolic. He was looking over at me. It was strange that his name was Brolic when his brother was definitely the more physically built one.

“Djimon.”

“So are you like...what, I don't know--- royalty in your village---or whatever?” he asked me.

“Village? No. This is 2014. Swaziland is one of the better off nations in Africa.”

“You don't even have an accent.”

“I went to school in DC. Not everyone in Africa has a deep accent. You sound so ignorant,” I stated and turned around, “My home is beautiful. Ivory palaces, marble floors and decadent gardens. It looks better than...where are we anyway? I mean what hood do you thugs 'rep'? Son?”

“What hood do we rep?” Jalen asked, “You say we sound ignorant?”

Brolic raised up his fingers twisting them to form a B, “We rep the STUY! Motherfucker!”

Jalen sighed deeply as his brother did that. Case and point I guess.

I was confused, “Do you mean like pigsty?”

The look on Brolic's face made it seem like he had taken offense to it. Back home no one got offended with me really. Everyone was scared to. This guy Brolic clearly shot me the meanest looks. Back home he would have disappeared for giving me the look he gave me just now.

Where was Marcus? I didn't trust these people...

“No, Bedstuy. Bedford Stuyvesant. You're in Brooklyn,” Jalen stated.

I shook my head. God. I had heard stories about this place. Jalen had walked out of the room and Brolic was just staring at me with these 'thug' eyes. I felt sick to my stomach. He was looking at me like I was some sort of prey or something. For the moment I was kind of nervous hoping that Jalen would just hurry up and come back in the room.

When Jalen came back he had some plates in his hand. There was something so...sexy about Jalen. I hated the way I stared at him. He looked neat honestly for a guy from this part of town. I mean he did look a little rough around the edges but for some reason I found that SEXY. He looked like he was tough and not afraid to get down and dirty.

Why the fuck was I staring at him?

Why the fuck was my dick getting hard underneath the table just looking at him?
Jalen was just...turning me on.

“What's up with you?” Brolic stated.

He was looking at me. He had caught me staring at Jalen. Fuck. I turned towards the plate quickly. I didn't want to be seen as that kind of guy. I knew what happened to those kind of guys from prison movies.

Jalen looked at his brother, “Can you be nice? Why don't you tell Ma that dinner is ready?”

Instead of getting up and leaving the room Brolic just screamed out in the most ratchet and immature way, “Ma! Dinner is ready.”

He was so uncivilized. I saw Jalen shaking his head. It was clear Jalen was used to this kind of ignorant behavior from his brother. Dinner? This was dinner? I watched as he set the table putting this pink looking substance that was stuff in between flour bread on the table.

Never in my life...

Jalen sat next to me. Seeing him sit so close to me felt good. He had a strange smell to him. He didn't smell like the ghetto. No. It was cinnamon and spice. Everything nice.

“You OK?”

“I'm fine.”

“Are you sure...I know the news of your mom probably hit you hard,” Jalen stated shaking his head.

It hadn't surprisingly. I thought I would have been so much more upset than I was. I was sad. Don't get me wrong but I was just confused. I didn't know what I was going to do next. I didn't have time to sit and cry the way I wanted to. Right now I just felt confused and lost in the world. It was as though I couldn't wake up from some nightmare someone had trapped me in.

“I'm fine.”

I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't know how to cry to these people. I didn't know how to show just how confused and stressed out I was. I felt like I was about to have a breakdown any minute. Just at that moment the wild looking white lady walked into the room. She smiled at me with a toothless grin.

“Ma...you forgot your teeth,” Jalen stated, “Mom go get your teeth...please. You need to eat...”

“It's Mica...”

This was the second time the old lady had looked at me and called me this Mica person. She was definitely gone. She was a weird looking lady. It honestly made me wonder how someone that looked like her could have had two handsome sons.

“Mom, please go get your teeth,” Jalen stated.

The mom walked out of the room again at that time. Jalen sat down at the table. I wanted to ask him who this Mica person was but I didn't want to invade his privacy. So I just sat there staring at the pink substance that was next to me.

I looked over at Brolic to see him eating like this was some 5 course meal in Italy. Jalen wasn't eating though. He was staring at me. I didn't want to be rude. I tried to pick up the bread. It was flaky. It looked so processed.

I was going to break down. I could feel it coming on.

“Is this...edible?”

I felt so sorry for myself.

Jalen seemed to try to force a smile, “Of course, try it. It's pretty good.”

I looked at the pinkness of it. I had never seen a meat that looked like this. I had never seen anything that looked like it.

“Um. What animal?”

“Yo Princess—you going to eat it or not?” Brolic asked with this angry tone in his voice, “It's spam. You know what that is? Good. Neither do we. Eat it and be grateful. Or starve. It's not like we give a fuck. You ain't above nobody here----”

“Brolic!”

“What? You can't tell me that you don't find this kid annoying. How far is his friend again? He needs to hurry up and get the fuck out of here.”

“In the kitchen---NOW!”

Jalen grabbed his brother by the back of his neck and dragged him in the kitchen at that moment. I looked at the meat.

I think it was at that moment the first tear came out of my eye. I didn't know why I was crying. I don't know if it had to do with my mother or if it had to do with the spam. My entire life was in shambles and I didn't understand it. Why me?

I heard loud talking from the kitchen. I found myself walking over to the kitchen and peering from behind the wall to see the two brothers going at it. I had done a lot of spying back at the palace especially when I was a kid. I didn't have a lot of friends or people to talk to besides Marcus so it helped entertain me when Marcus wasn't around.

“He is spoiled as fuck,” Brolic was saying.

Jalen was arguing him, “He's a prince. You can't expect him to understand where we come from. He's spoiled. He's self-centered. That's just who he is.”

I wasn't sure if Jalen was defending me or going at me. I was confused. I felt weird all of a sudden. The tears were filling up my eyes.

“He needs to leave.”

“I know. Look. His servant is on his way to pick him up and he'll go back to his country and be out of our way. Just try to be cool until then Bro.”

I couldn't listen to this anymore. I was in their way. They didn't want me. I guess there were tears in my eyes all of a sudden again. I honestly didn't know who I was without my mother. Now that she was gone I didn't understand my role.

Me being in this city wasn't helping. I had to get home. I had to be surrounded by all the things that I liked. I had to be surrounded by all the things that I knew. That was the only way that I could live happily right now.

I had to leave.

I found myself walking back into the living room and there was the wild old lady there again. She had her teeth back in her mouth. She smiled at me again with this warm smile.

“Mica...you're here.”

She took a few steps towards me.

“I'm not Mica!” I screamed at her.

I started towards the door. I was running as fast as I could. I ran to the door and just when I was about to open it I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and it was almost as though the nightmare was over.

Marcus. He was here.

“Prince Djimon.”

“Marcus.”

I hugged him. I hugged him so hard that I was tearing at his back. I don't think I was ever so happy to see a familiar face in my life.

I hadn't even noticed the fact that the brothers had come up behind me probably reacting to the knock on the door.

“Who invited America's next top model, booch tooch?” Brolic asked.

He must have been referring to how Marcus looked. Marcus didn't look like the brothers. He didn't look 'hood' and 'gangster'. He was a pretty boy. He was perfectly manicured and groomed. He always had been. Not a single hair was out of place. He was dark skin and had black dreadlocks that fell to his shoulder. He looked like a smaller version of Lance Gross. When I said smaller I just meant in his frame. He was slimmer. He had a model's build. He definitely didn't have Jalen's athletic body but he was far from skinny like Brolic. His body looked like a swimmer. He had arms mostly. Solid strong arms. His arms wrapped around me when I came to the door. He was always like that. He was protective, strong and supportive in every way.

He had a very exotic African regal look. A lot of the servants in the palace were handsome and honestly could have been mistaken for models. My mother made sure that she recruited the most beautiful children at a very young age to serve me in the palace. Marcus was always the most handsome among them.

“It's OK Prince. I'm here now. I'm not leaving you,” he stated.

I was crying in his arms. All the emotions that I was holding back with these strangers came out. Maybe I was childish. I had to admit that I had that in me. Marcus had always taken care of me though. He was just two years older than me, but he'd always been this protective figure, especially after my dad was killed in a rebellion a while back.

“You feel like coming in, you look like you came a long way,” Jalen offered Marcus.

I honestly didn't even want Marcus to come in here. Marcus was way too grand for this place. Marcus walked in the house though, grabbing me by my hand and leading me in.

“You boys must be the one that saved my prince,” Marcus stated, “I'm Marcus. And I'm forever in your debt.”

“Yo, you talking bout money...” Brolic stated.

Marcus opened his wallet at that moment, “Sure. I can pay your for your troubles. Unfortunately I don't have that much on me but...”

“We don't need your money,” Jalen stated.

“The hell we don't!” Brolic replied.

Jalen seemed to insist, “I'm serious. We don't need your money. Look you guys take a seat. I'm Jalen. This is my brother Brolic. That is my mother...”

“Mica...”

The mother was still looking at me with this strange look.

“Mom, let's go take you into the dining room and get you something to eat. I'll be right back everyone. Marcus, make yourself comfortable,” Jalen stated.

Comfortable? He must have been joking.

Marcus sat in the chair however and he was still holding my hand. I noticed that Jalen and Brolic noticed the fact that Marcus held my hand. I wondered if they were going to say anything about it. It wasn't anything big. Marcus was my protector. I felt safe with him. He'd been holding my hand like this since we were 7 years old. Everyone in the palace was used to it. Marcus leading me and protecting me like the diamond I was.

Brolic kept looking at us with this suspicious look. It made me even more uncomfortable, but Marcus was here now. Nothing to worry about.

“Marcus, we should go home. We should go home now...”

“Djimon. I told you that we can't do that.”

“Why not!”

Just at that moment Jalen walked back in the room. He handed Marcus a glass of water. A part of me was thirsty but I didn't know how clean the glasses were in this house. The water didn't even look like it was spring water. I only drank spring water. I didn't do filtered and DEFINITELY didn't do that tab shit. That shit had to be the source of cancer. I couldn't get cancer.

Bald guys were not hot unless you had a goatee and I didn't grow mine in yet.

“We can't go home,” Marcus stated, “Not now.”

“Is everything OK?” Jalen asked.

“No, unfortunately not,” Marcus explained, “The assassination attempt on Prince Djimon was unsuccessful. His mother was killed in an attempt to seize control of the government. Prince Djimon should have been killed as well. If people know you are alive your life is in danger.”

“I should be king,” I stated, “I don't understand. My mother is dead so...I SHOULD BE KING. It's my birthright.”

“Your sister's advisers have raised Amanirenas IV to the throne.”

“Usurper.”

Amanirenas, fourth of her name, was my little sister. She was just 14 years old but I swear to God the little girl was a Viper in Crinoline. She was always jealous of my relationship with my mother. I knew she couldn't have planned something so sneaky on her own though. It had to have been her advisers that helped her.

“This shit sounds deep,” Jalen stated.

Marcus crossed his arms, “You have no idea sir. The country has a few American advisers. They were in a dispute with the Queen over the countries rich supply of oil. Being that they couldn't control the Queen they decided to eliminate her from the picture all together and ascend the princess to the throne.”

The American advisers. I knew them a little bit. I didn't even know them by name. I hardly paid attention to diplomatic issues back home. They had seemed nice enough though. They always told me the best places to shop in America when I was at school. I should have guessed it. Americans were nothing but greedy bastards.

“Well if people find out Djimon is alive, wouldn't they like...I don't know...support his claim?” Jalen asked at that moment.

I was surprised. He seemed smart.

I nodded in agreement, “Right. We should go back. Let them know I am alive.”

Marcus shook his head, “It's not safe. It's a civil war out there. People are rebelling against your sister. The country has broken out in all out chaos. Going back is the most dangerous place for you to be.”

“Fine. Let's go stay at my family's estate in France until we figure this out.”

Marcus paused again.

What the fuck was up with all these pauses?

“We can't let them know you are alive. If you use any of the Mwsati assets your sister's advisers will be alerted. And once they are alerted, they will finish what they started. Until your sister is removed from power...you have no assets.”

My mouth had dropped open.

No assets.

I just stood there shaking my head. I was doing it for so long that spit was dripping out of my mouth. I didn't even care that FINE ass Jalen was standing there watching me.

No assets.

“Come again...”

“You have no assets.”

Holy shit. He had said what I thought he said.

“Marcus. We are in America. You have to work on your English. It sounded like you said that I had no assets.”

“I did say that, my Prince.”

Jalen and Brolic had looked away. The embarrassment of it all had hit me like a ton of bricks. I might as well have died in that explosion. Here came the tears. Here came the waterworks! Marcus tried to pull me closer but I tore away from him. I was on the floor now. I was crying my heart out. I felt so pathetic.

“We're poor! POOR!”

I was having an attack at that moment. I had gone on the floor and started rolling around. I might as well have lost my mind and ended up like Jalen's mom. I felt like I was losing my mind. There was nothing to hold onto. There was nothing to look forward to. I had done it. I had gone over the edge.

“Does he always act like this? Is this normal to you?” Brolic asked Marcus.

I didn't even care that he was picking on me right now. I deserved it. I didn't have the title I deserved and I didn't have the money that I should have had. I was nothing. I was no one. I was worse than they are.

“You aren't poor. All that money is rightfully yours,” Marcus stated, “Your sister has illegitimate claim and she is answering for it now. Alright, so calm down. There is an all out war to remove her. It's OK. Prince, calm down. Count to three. Remember how I told you. One...two...”

“Three...” I said taking a deep breath.

Brolic had rolled his eyes and sighed as though annoyed. Jalen looked like he wasn't far from doing the same thing. They didn't understand. That's why they were judging me.

I had thrown these tantrums since I was younger. No one was ever able to ever get me out of them except for Marcus. That was why he got the position that he did. It was big shit in my country to be the right hand to a royal. At first he was just one of my normal beautiful servant boys that kept me company but I got away with all of them. Soon enough I just wanted to be around Marcus anyway. Plus a lot of them outgrew their looks. Only Marcus stayed gorgeous.

“So what y'all bout to do? Cause I can't take too much more of this shit,” Brolic stated with this cold, detached demeanor.

“Yo can you shut the fuck up,” Jalen barked out, “You gotta be a dickhead don't you? Can't help it? Naw—just got to be. Like automatic dickhead responses to shit. Be human man. His mother died.”

“That brat ain't worried about his mother. He worried 'bout his money.”

“Look if we are causing trouble we are going to leave,” Marcus stated at that moment.

Good. Finally.

“Wait. Go where?” Jalen asked at that moment.

I was confused. Did he sound concerned? Why the hell did he care where we went? He was just telling his brother in the kitchen that he couldn't wait until we left.

“I don't know,” Marcus stated.

“What do you mean you don't know? We'll rent out a mansion or a loft somewhere until this blows over. How much money you got on you?” I asked Marcus.

“About 5 thousand.”

“That's it? Marcus, Marcus, Marcus. Like what's the struggle here? I don't get it. I mean...did we not pay you enough?”

“Your sister's advisers know I survived. After they advised her, she had my bank accounts frozen. She had all my lands and titles stripped away,” Marcus replied.

Holy shit.

Not only was I broke. So was Marcus.

5 thousand dollars. That couldn't even by me a pair of shoes.

“Is there anyone you guys know that can help?” Jalen asked.

“My uncle. My uncle Hasim stays in New York. He works for the United Nations. He can help.”

“I have notified your uncle that you are alive already. Unfortunately your uncle is leading the rebellion back home to get your sister removed from the throne and place you where you belong. We have to hide out until we hear from Hasim.”

Hide out.

Hide out?

“You both can stay here. We have an extra room,” Jalen offered.

“The HELL he can,” Brolic stated.

I finally agreed with Brolic, “That sounds like a horrible idea.”

Marcus ignored me almost completely, “What are your terms? A house? Cars? Women? After the rebellion is over, we can give you all of those things and more you are offering our prince shelter...”

Brolic all of a sudden looked excited. His entire move completely shifted from a grimace to a straight up smile, “Oh shit! Now we talking.”

Marcus was ignoring me as if I wasn't even there.

“Bills. My mother is sick. She needs to be instituted and needs to get some help. If we help Djimon then you have to pay for all her medical bills.”

So the viper was showing his fangs. His true colors were coming out. They weren't doing this out of decency. They wanted something from us. They wanted us.

“Fine,” Marcus stated.

“So do we have a deal.”

“We need two rooms. The prince needs his own space.”

Jalen came back with, “No. We don't have enough rooms. I can give you the master bedroom for the both of you to share.”

They were bartering. They were fucking bartering like this was the Price is Right or some shit. I was shocked at Marcus. He was a servant to the Prince of the Nubian line of Kings. This was below him to even deal with these people, let alone try to strike deals with them.

I was flabbergasted, “Marcus, we don't make deals with commoners...”

“SHUT UP, Djimon,” Marcus retorted in a way that was so sharp that I could almost feel my heart break, “We have a deal Jalen.”

“Shake on it.”

The two shook on it at that moment.

I spent the rest of the night crying. The new room was supposedly the so-called master bedroom but it was ridiculous. It had to have been a joke. There wasn't even a private bathroom. I had to share the one bathroom in this four bedroom house. One fucking bathroom.

“Prince, I have a shirt so you can sleep in tonight,” Marcus told me.

He had taken off his shirt. He was showing off his dark beautiful skin tone. It was like milk chocolate really. His body always seemed to glow reflecting light. I had to admit I always found Marcus extremely attractive. He was big shit in our country. He had made been voted the sexiest man 5 years in a row. It was probably because of his position as well as his looks. Everyone wanted the man who protected the Mwsati Prince. Everyday chicks literally laid their panties down trying to get with him. For the longest time he stayed single until very recently when he got involved with this American pop star.

Even his puppy dog eyes and his sexy body couldn't make me forget the fact that he had told me to shut up however. He would have been shot in an empty storage yard for saying that to me if my mother had heard it. I guess things had changed...

“Do I would wear your used, clothing...”

A part of me wanted to. A part of me knew that I felt even safer wearing Marcus's shirt but I would never admit that after the way he disregarded how I felt.

“I'm sorry. Forgive me,” he stated.

He started to make a bed on the floor at that moment.

“What do you think you're doing? Sleep in the hallway.”

“Prince. It's freezing cold out there.

“SLEEP IN THE HALLWAY!” I told him.

He should have thought about that before he had gotten loud with me in front of those commoners. It was because of Marcus that we had to stay in this hell hole. Whose to say what would happen to me?

Marcus looked hurt but I didn't care. He started walking to the hallway taking a comforter and a pillow with him.

“I know you're upset with me,” Marcus explained, “I did it for your protection. You don't get it. I'd do anything to protect you.”

“Get the fuck out and guard against the roaches in this shit hole.”

Marcus walked out. He had this look of anger in his eyes. I thought he was going to slam the door but instead he slowly shut it. He knew better.

I went to sleep at that moment and woke up to gunshots.

What the fuck! They were outside of my window.

Oh hell no!

“Marcus! Marcus!”

I ran into the hallway. Marcus wasn't there. Where the fuck was he? I had to admit it was freezing in this hallway. A part of me kind of felt bad that I had sent him into the hallway in the first place. It was the middle of the night and a chill came up my spine.

I walked downstairs and found him laying in the couch. I was thinking about waking him but then I took a look at the corner of the room. There was some sort of insect climbing against the wall of the house. The motherfucker was fast scurrying around blindly.

It was a roach.

It was a motherfucking roach.

Hell no!

I walked back upstairs at that moment. I had to get someone to kill this fucking roach and wake Marcus up and tell him to come back upstairs. There was no way in hell I was going down there with that fucking thing.

I went to the end of the hall. I believed it was Jalen's room. God knows it would have been easier for him to do it than for me to get Brolic to do it. I slowly opened the door. I didn't need to knock. I was prince, goddam it.

The door opened just a little bit to moaning.

It was heavy moaning.

I realized what was going on at that moment.

“Fuck this tight ass. Fuck this tight ass!” a voice was saying.

No. It wasn't people having sex. At least not in person.

Jalen was sitting there with his dick in his hand. His dick was jerking off to porn. I watched almost hypnotized really. Fuck. He was butt naked sitting behind an old computer that looked like it was from the 90s. His boxers and shorts were at his ankles.

“Yeah fuck me! Fuck me!”

Jalen's face was intently watching it. His hand was working soft circles at the tip of his dick. I watched as he worked his way all the way from the top of his dick to the shaft and then back again. He put his left finger in his mouth. He sucked in fingers a little bit until they were dripping with saliva. Then he rubbed all the saliva on his nipples.

Jalen started to play with his nipples, rubbing the saliva in until they were perky and right.

He was enjoying the porn.

His hand was going faster, stroking harder and harder.

His biceps seemed to flex as he played with the dick. His strokes were long and hard. He was so into it and I was SO into watching him. I had never been so aroused in my life.

Jalen was stroking his dick so hard that he was thrusting upward. He was thrusting into his palms at that moment. He was acting like he fucking someone but he was just fucking his palms.

“Uh...” he was moaning, “Urgh....”

His voice was deep. It had so much base to it.

“UrhhhhH!”

He was about to cum.

I could the way he rolled his head back. I watched his Adam's apple expand. His red-bone skin tone seemed to show every vein and muscle as his head jerked all the way back.

I could myself cumming too.

I hadn't even TOUCHED my dick.

All of a sudden I was cumming loudly.

“FUCK!” I said at that moment.

The emotion was too much for me to hold it back. All of a sudden Jalen realized I was there. His eyes was looking at me and I was looking at him.

“What the---oh, ohhh shit!” Jalen had noticed me but his nut was starting to shoot out of his dick already. The wet cum started to spray all over his face. I had never seen so much cum shoot out of a dick in my life.

Our eyes connected and for some reason that didn't stop the emotion. It didn't stop the fact that we were cumming. We were still cumming together staring at one another now.

I was cumming on myself. My pants were soaking wet with it.

And Jalen was just looking at me in shock...covered in his nut.

“I um...I...” I started out.

“People don't knock where you are from?”

Princes didn't knock was I was from.

I was about to argue the fact letting him know who I am but something else caught my attention. Something else caught Jalen's attention too besides the fact that he was butt naked and covered in his own nut.

It was as that moment I realized more about the voice in the porn.

Jalen's high yellow complexion was immediately red as hell. He was embarrassed and immediately I knew why. Jalen tried to turn it off with one hand but it was too late.

It was a guy.

“Yeah fuck me in the ass man. Harder,” the guy had said in his porn.

It was at that moment that I realized that Jalen was watching gay porn.

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