DAMON
This had to be the most humiliating experience I've ever had to endure, watching as the officer placed the ankle monitor on me just fueled the internal rage. If you were to walk in you'd assume I was emotionless, my reflection showed a blank expression, but my eyes... my eyes showed the truth, you had to know me to see what I was thinking and there were only two people on this planet who knew me better than I knew myself. I wanted to get back to Manolo and Ramses, I had been away from them for too long.... my mouth started to water just thinking about the taste of Ramses a.... I needed to focus, nah I needed to go back to the beginning to how I ended up in here in the first place, that reason was a person, and that person was my son's mom. I guess everything started in the days leading up to Thanksgiving.... what should've been a happy occasion started a chain of events that led to my current situation........ I walked through my house completely annoyed, why my mom, aunt, and granny insisted on coming over DAYS before Thanksgiving to get everything ready was beyond me. I've seen them do more with less time but I was starting to believe they just wanted to use my kitchen, which was extremely nice but still.... I sat in the living room with my dad and Felon, they were watching sports and I was watching videos of Daniel, Wootie, and Zoriah having the time of their lives in Europe.
"Really? Yo ass over in Paris living it up while I'm fuckin stuck here with mom, dad, and our annoying ass sister who doesn't seem to grasp the concept of stay away." I said walking towards my home theater where Nikolai and Daeja were cuddled up watching some movie. "How are you enjoying your trip so far?" I asked going into Manolo's office and sitting at his desk.
"I fuckin love it, we're thinking about flying to Spain in a couple of days, then Italy sometime next week, and Germany after that.... which reminds me, I need some money." Daniel said before yelling at someone off-screen. I sat there looking at the screen, not saying a word because if I remembered correctly and I always remembered when it came to money, I had just sent him, Wootie, Zoriah, and Arin some money this morning.
"What happened to the money I sent this morning? I know you didn't spend it all, y'alls hotel is paid for, y'alls food is taken care of, so there's no way you blew threw 20k in under twelve hours." I said and then I remembered I was talking to an eighteen year with free reign in Europe so that was entirely possible.
"I don't need it right now...." Daniel stressed but at this point, I felt like he was playing me, but that damn look on his face told me that he knew I was going to send him some more money, I swear it was a damn shame how he and Daeja had me wrapped around their damn fingers. "Where's Vernon? Is he still....." Daniel asked quietly.
"Right now he's at the Celtics game with Peyton and Uriel.... and yeah he's still in contact with Papa Tunde, he thinks we don't know but I'm a lot smarter than him so it's only a matter of time before he slips up and exposes where that nigga is hiding." I said quietly as I noticed a shadow just outside of Manolo's office. "Ayy D, I'll call you back.... tell Zo and Wootie to call their moms, I'm tired of them calling me every morning asking for updates like they can't call them themselves." I watching the shadow. "Ain't it after midnight there? Take your ass to bed...." I said hanging up and quietly moving towards the door.
"You busy?" Ramses said when I opened the door and found him standing there, I shook my head and he nodded before he pushed me back into the office and started kissing me. I picked him up and carried him over to the desk, at first I was against fuckin while Felon was in the house but since he was living here now I quickly got over that because it was almost impossible.
"You don't wanna wait for Manolo?" I asked as I sucked on his neck and pulled his pants off. Ramses shook his head and I smiled, I guess we'd have to make it up to him when he got him.... if he came home but he's been so damn busy lately between school and his obsession of his that we were lucky to see him twice a week.
