OAKLAND's GREATEST

V.3; Part 2

Authors Note: We are back. Pleas read Prologue & Part 1 of Volume 3 if you need a refresher. I was finishing up with school, doing some exciting things for you guys(loads of mew stories
Coming soon). I love how you guys always support and give me my time to return at 100 percent creativity for you. YFGANG FOR LIFE❤️❤️

V.3; Part 2: Baby, do your best.

Cairo.

"Mick! Im telling you bitch we had a blast. Im so annoyed that I am packing right now. So how has WeHo been?" I said placing my Jockstrap in my luggage. I was sitting Indian style on the phone with my bestie. I miss him. I wish his passport had came in time to go to the wedding...but Polo sort of wanted some time alone without me being there. Yes, I sort of lied the other night pretending they broke up to our friends. They are trying to figure it all out and I love that. Also, I understand shit is tough long distance with Jay. This trip and immediate next one is gonna be relished in. Hell, he showering right now and he about to beat this guts up one more time in Mexico.

"Great. Polo had TUCKED jumping as I gave them the drag show of their lives. Most tips Ive gotten. I may need Polo there every night." Mick said as I laughed and said, "Well thats good. Mexico been so much fun. We have to come back just you and I and relax on the beach with drinks in our hands."

"Sounds like a plan so I am sick of beating around the bush...have your dad contacted you! Ive seen the news he is a free man. They made a mistake and that fine ass rapper did it. I know his husband is in distraught those messy ponks about to read him his rights on that show." Mick said as I replied, "Not yet but I totally agree with the latter. My dad has always told me Rome was like a cockroach with a rabbits foot up his ass. Cant kill em and got the luck of the Irish. Now I just heard that shower cut off behind me which means my mans is finished and that dick smelling like Dove soap and shea butter and Im about to"

Click

"Jealous bitch." I mumbled all in jokes.

Royal Cottage...in Garlandia.

Rome.

"Yo! My room has a bidet! Please remind me to have one installed when we get back to Oakland-Woah, what are you doing?"  Dre said as he stopped in my doorway as I was flipping thru a Garlandia History book. My head has been spinning since we arrived yesterday. I am still trying to understand what that Queen bitch said...My Izzy is getting married to fucking Gino. So diving into the history where prominent and royal black lives live and socialize is taking my mind off of it.

"Are you good?" Dre asked as I slammed the book close and stared at him. He threw his hands up and stated, "do I look good? I just found out that the man. An entire one-third of the reason I was trying to make it out of Mexico...is marrying someone else. On Christmas fucking day while I  am locked in a damn cottage like the thug Rapunzel forced to be in the same vicinity of this fucking shit show."  I banged the desk and Dre sort of jumped as he moved over and sat on the edge of my bed. We looked into each other eyes and he spoke.

"Well we cant leave. Its guards at the entrance of this cottage. I know and I have seen your drive to get back to Oakland and finally after all these years give Isaiah the love and family he deserves...and"

"AND NOTHING, NIGGA! Thats what I am gonna give him! He has waited long enough for us to FINALLY happen. All it would take is for him to lay eyes on me and he will leave Gino in shambles. I did not survive and make all this happen to not get my fairytale fucking ending." I snapped as Dre licked his lips and nodded knowing I was pass the point of piss. He walked over and grabbed the book, "so why you reading this?"