Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
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"I'mma marry her bro. On God, I gon' marry that woman."
The look of irritation I drew from my brother was enough for me to want to continue on this side quest of pissing him off.
Vince chuckled lightly, clearly seeing the humour in my assertion.
Gelo was usually so level headed, but as soon as Miss Cruz was the subject of conversation, it took him but a few seconds to arrive at a resounding ten.
"Shut the fuck up, nigga." See.
His voice was steeped in vexation, and a glance at his face revealed an expression that spelled, "Try me if you want to."
He knew I was playing, but the fact it got under his skin every time was entertaining as hell to me.
When I first got out, and got the details of this torrid love affair in bits and pieces, I thought he had lost his mind. And he had, but not for just any reason. Seeing her in person in Vegas for the first time helped fill the picture in for me. She was undoubtedly beautiful, but she had this air about her. Her energy was raw as fuck. I didn't hear her speak a word, but I heard her loud and clear.
I run shit too now, nigga.
Angelo had always been better at the politicking and shmoozing than me. He was a natural leader in business, unlike myself, who had too low of a threshold for boredom to remain in the boardroom. So the reason he had lost his mind was because he met his match.
The meeting this morning began to add dimension to what was previously a 2D drawing to me. They were made for each other. Their energies were so complimentary. He was a boss. She was a boss. Perfect, right?
It would have been if these niggas weren't mad as hell at each other.
Finding out about how she had been in ranks this whole time was enough for Gelo to not utter a word the entire duration of the meeting, merely agreeing by nodding occasionally. I knew he had a lot to say to her, but it would take him a couple of hours to get over the sting of betrayal he felt from the woman he loved and the Don he served, before he even think about attempting to open lines of communication between them with calm and reason them again.
Although brief, her mention of her abject dislike for my brother provided me insight into the fact that she still carried a healthy amount of anger at him, even if she didn't believe that to be the case. I hoped to get some time with her to try and figure her out. But until then, I would continue to piss my brother off to the max.
I was already halfway there. As soon as she dismissed us after going through the dossier she mentioned, I had been singing her praises. She, in fact, had been responsible for Angelo's introduction to the Saudis and Vince's deal with the presidential office of Azerbaijan had come from her as well. She was a fucking goddess. And I told him as much.
