Bad News

Chapter 5

Y/n POV

We pulled up to the location my dad sent me. This place is about sketchy as fuck.

"Ew" Kuz said and I couldn't help but laugh a little bit.

We saw my dads car and we parked next to it. Once we got out and locked the car we walked over to my dads car and knocked on the window and he rolled it down.

"Y'all finally got here" My dad said.

"Yea their parents tried to give us food and junk" I said and he nodded and got out the car and then fixed his black button up.

Like I said. All black.

Except he wears a black button up, black dress pants, and black dress shoes.

The first thing you would think when you see him is "mafia much?"

"Wassup old man" I said to my uncle and he rolled his eyes making me laugh.

"Let's just go inside" my dad said and we all walked up to the front door.

My dad knocked on the door while kuz and I stood beside our dads as per usual.

"Who the fuck is at the- oh... how you doing?" The dude said.

"I'm fine now that y'all paid y'all dues."

"Yea..." Damn this mf is scared. Damn well I would be too seeing my father standing in front of me.

"May we come in?" My father asked and the dude nodded.

He looks like a little bitch 😭

We walked into this house and I feel like throwing the fuck up.

It smells like straight drugs, strippers, and some nasty ass food.

"Why does it smell like shit in here?" My uncle asked.

"Uhhh"

"Use your words" Uncle Demetrious said.

"Leave the kid alone. You can tell he's new" my dad said and I just gave that dude a head nod.

"This is my daughter and my nephew" my father said and the dude nodded.

"Nice to meet you" he said.

"Same here" kuz and I said.

"Where's Rico?" My father asked and the dude pointed to the back yard.

It was ghetto... all you see are girls sleeping on the ground, henny bottles, beer bottles, shot glasses, and zigzag rappers everywhere.

My dad walked over to one of the tables and grabbed a ziplock.

He showed it to me and kuz and it was coke.

"You're lucky I've never done hardcore drugs like this" my father said looking over at me.

We walked over to a dude laying on the table and my dad slapped his stomach mad hard. Mind you... this dude wasn't wearing a shirt. And my dad was wearing rings...