Masterpiece

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"You wanted to talk to me?"

Kevious took a seat in Brando's home, observing his surroundings. He found it weird how Brando randomly wanted to speak with him.

"Yeah I got a call the other day, saying you been putting your hands on my niece." Brando took a seat, Kevious drew his eyebrows together.

"I've never hit my shorty, who gave you that call?"

"Some guy, he claims that he is your neighbor. He told me he was contacting CPS but I stopped him from doing that shit."

"Is that right?" Kevious rubbed his chin, he hadn't even been home so that was weird of the guy to say.

"Yeah. I don't believe him, Paisley told me you'd been staying with Brook and for the nigga to say he was your neighbor and he saw it was crazy."

"Yeah, you got that number?" He questioned thinking of who could've possibly said that. It made his blood boil, to put an accusation like that upon him drove him nuts.

Brando gave him the number, he already had plans on his next move.

"I appreciate that. Just know, I'd never put my hands on Brooklyn." He assured him, Brando nodded shaking his hand.

"Thank you for meeting up with me."

Kevious nodded before exiting his home. As he sat in the car, he decided to text an old friend.

He hadn't done any damage in a while, he felt it was time.
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"Awe shit!"

The man held a bright grin on his face seeing his longtime friend Kevious. He hadn't seen him since he went to jail, he had moved but came back recently.

Kevious laughed seeing that the guy hadn't changed none.

"Quincy fucking Davis. Boy you still short as hell." Kevious pulled him into a brotherly hug.

"You big Shaq ass nigga, I'm 6'1. You what 5 feet taller than me?"

"You finally smart? Nigga I'm proud." Kevious joked taking a seat in the chair near his computers.

"You always insult my intelligence like I ain't track niggas down for you like 5 years ago."

"You intelligent with the books but other shit, nah."

"Man fuck you. Anyway, I found this number and it tracks back to a Marian Arnold. She supposedly manages the Rue 21 in Moorestown Jersey. She got three sons named after her, Mikey, Marcel, Malcom, and a daughter. I couldn't find her."

Kevious looked at the profiles of all the sons pulled up. He furrowed his eyebrows eyeing the Malcom guy.

It then hit him.

"He the nigga that tried to fuck with my girl."

Quincy glanced at the computer and then Kevious.

"He tried to harm her? Shit when we riding out?" Quincy grabbed his gun, Kevious ducked his teeth,

"Nah nigga he wanted Brook and I ended that shit before it could start. This nigga plotting." He leaned back and laughed.

Both Quincy and Kevious looked at the guest walking inside. She looked at Quincy and then Kevious.

"Hello, I'm Ivy." She spoke, he nodded taking a look at the company behind her.

"Kevious. Don't tell me you dating this nigga?" Kevious joked looking over at Quincy.

"Bro you a certified hater. And she call herself done with me so nah we ain't dating."

"Definitely not dating. Nice meeting you though."