Chapter 49
The nigga drove in silence for the next hour until we ended up in the hills of Lake Hills. My eyes widened when we pulled up to a house that seemed twice the size of Bop’s and Morgan’s. “Goddamn! Who lives here?” I asked.
He scoffed as he turned the car off. “My parents, get out,” he grumbled.
I followed behind him as I took in the scenery.
I would never have imagined him coming from this type of environment.
However, it now made sense how he was able to send me that money.
When the door opened, my mouth opened. Maids were walking around, gold chandeliers hung, and marble flooring.
I could see my reflection; the shit was crazy.
He turned to me. “Stay right here, do not leave this fucking spot.”
“Nigga, I’m not a kid. Watch how you talk to me,” I snapped at him.
He wandered off, and so did I. I glanced at the few pictures they had on the wall, and that’s when I noticed Fiona. “The fuck?” I whispered.
This nigga’s momma was the bitch who was working with Clark and Naheem? There was something else I noticed that I found weird. There were barely any photos of him. The ones he was in, he never smiled. The grip Fiona had on his shoulder in each picture was scary. “Bitch,” I mumbled.
That’s when I saw something that stood out. It was an award. “Braylen Laureaux Best ga—”
“What are you doing in my fucking house!” I heard her voice making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I turned around, and there she stood. Wicked bitch of Toussaint. The fear that struck her that I was there let me know she didn’t want anyone to know she knew me. “I was invited,” I smirked.
“Naheem said you—”
I leaned in. “Fuck Naheem. You muhfuckas are going down, and now that I know you’re Beans’ mother, what better way to take it to the next level than to tell him.” I winked.
She pointed at me. “You say one word to him, and your brother’s black ass will be out of school before you can get your ass out of my house. Besides, if you try it, that little bitch you like, she’s—”
“Fiona!” Beans called out to her.
She peered at me before turning around. “Braylen, I’m surprised to see you here, and you brought a guest.”
“We were leaving. Come on, Scooter.”
I walked past her, not sure what to think. She threatened Morgan. I knew what they were capable of, and as bad as I needed to tell Beans, a nigga couldn’t.