Final Breath

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Looking at him expectantly, Luxe waits impatiently for August to clarify

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Looking at him expectantly, Luxe waits impatiently for August to clarify. And he better think wisely.

"Bout almost three years ago. We got real close and we ended up messin around an-."

"Messin around?! Like-! Like yuh fucked my little sistah when she was like 19 or some shit?! August yuh was fuckin 26, bruh! What the fuck was yuh thinkin?!"

"You had gotten locked up and we ran into each other and started spending a lot of time together and it happened. So-. So we decided not to speak on it."

"That's fuckin foul! But still yuh missin somethin, why the fuck yuh called them YOUR girls?!"

"Cause Isis is mine, my guy."

"Hol'up my mafuckin niece is your daughter?! Ye'aint neva done shit fa her, ye'aint neva claimed her, but yuh up here in my fuckin face doin both my sistah and niece dirty?!"

"I know, Luxe! I know I fucked up hella bad! But number one I ain't know how to tell you it was a one time slip up and number two his cockblockin ass was all in her ear and shit and caused her to leave before I got a real chance to be a father to her!"Before Luxe can even say a word edgewise, Felix launches into August.

"What are yuh tal'm'bout?! Yuh sound stupid as fuck! Ye'aint claim Isis since ya weak punk ass laid eyes on MY daughter! Get the fuck outta here!"

"Bitch why you always worried bout my daughter! Worry about ya wife and where she's at, mafucka!"

"I always know where my wife at!"

"Really though? Cause I bet she ain't tell you when I would come to Atlanta we used to link up?"

"Bruh, yuh fuckin flexin." Rolling his eyes, Felix shakes his head.

"Naaahh, we used to link up after her classes. And sometimes when she was 'sculpting', or staying late for 'a job'." Raising his eyebrows, he can see Felix's wheels turning.

"Again yuh a mafuckin lie. I know my baybay."

Felix's poker face is phenomenal, but August knows Isla is both of their Achilles' heels. So he pushes the envelope, and spills the beans.

"Do you? If I wasn't spittin facts how would I know that she goes to S.C.A.D? How would I know she just graduated two months ago? That she loves that little park in Five Points. That she goes to the botanical gardens to get inspiration for some of her pieces? How would I know all'at shit? Cause I been with her. Cause I seen Isis. Cause I fucked ya wife on a couple of my visits."

"Aye bruh! That's my Goddamn little sistah, August! She ain't some fuckin thot ass hoe fa yuh to be tryna shit on!"

Absolutely livid, Luxe says to hell with the act of not begin mad, he's furious. And to know that August has done nothing but lie about he and Isla's true relationship has set a fire of hatred under his ass. And now August is audacious enough to disrespect her character in front of him, oh Luxe is fuming.

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