July 23, 2021 – Kingston, Jamaica.

Kyle sat on the edge of his hotel bed, the photo clutched in his hand.

Derrick.

The face was older, but there was no mistaking it. Same sharp jawline. Same deep-set eyes, carrying that restless fire. Kyle's chest tightened. He'd mourned his father years ago. Buried the anger. Buried the confusion. Now, here was proof—or a trap.

The morning sun cut through the blinds, casting stripes across the room. Omar stormed in, half out of breath.

"You get it too?" he asked, eyes darting to the photo.

Kyle looked up. "What you mean too?"

Omar pulled out his phone. A message glowed on the screen: Don't let him walk into Tivoli alone.

Kyle's grip on the photo tightened.

July 23 – NoonSecurity wanted answers. They'd already caught wind of something being off—Kyle had been dodging calls, skipping parts of his schedule. His agent even flew down from Miami that morning, demanding a sit-down.

"Look, Kyle," his agent said, pacing the hotel suite, "you're the face of a billion-dollar franchise. You can't just be wandering into neighborhoods where cops barely go. You're risking your career—hell, your life."

Kyle stared at the photo on the table. "If it was your father, you'd go."

The room fell silent.

The agent exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "At least take extra security."

Kyle shook his head. "They said come alone."

July 23 – AfternoonWord spreads fast in Kingston. By the time Kyle stepped into his SUV, tinted windows shielding him, whispers had already begun: NBA star going into Tivoli.

The driver hesitated when Kyle gave the order. "Boss… Tivoli Gardens ain't somewhere yuh just walk in. Even police patrols don't last long."

Kyle's voice was flat. "Drive."

Omar slid into the backseat, against Kyle's wishes. "You think I letting you go alone? Nah, fam. Blood is blood."

The ride was tense. Downtown Kingston bled into the garrison's edge—walls covered in murals of fallen dons, bullet holes etched into concrete, kids running barefoot past burnt-out cars. It was a place alive with both pride and pain.

The SUV slowed. Men leaned against zinc fences, watching. Faces hard, arms folded. No one smiled.

The driver muttered, "We're here."

July 23 – The MeetingKyle stepped out, heart hammering. The air was heavy, thick with heat and suspicion. Omar followed close, though Kyle could feel the stares—people recognizing him, but not in the way fans did at TD Garden. This wasn't awe. It was calculation.

A man in a faded polo stepped forward, his dreadlocks streaked with gray. "Yuh looking for Derrick?"

Kyle froze. "You know where he is?"

The man smirked, showing gold teeth. "Every man in Tivoli know where Derrick is. Question is… do you deserve to see him?"

Omar bristled. "What kinda question dat—"

The man raised a hand, silencing him. His eyes locked on Kyle. "Your father left enemies. Enemies who never forget. Yuh sure you want the truth, ballplayer? 'Cause truth come with a price."

Kyle's throat went dry. He swallowed hard, forcing the words out.

"I'm ready."

The man's smile widened. He gestured deeper into the maze of Tivoli.

"Then follow."

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