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...
So there's no Moodlist this chapter... I know, I know.
Instead, I've linked this gem of a Coca-Cola ad staring Tyrese that's referenced in this chapter.
I don't know bout y'all but this is FUNNY to ME!
See y'all at the end of the Chapter!
- DUCHESS 🤍🤍🤍
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"Ooooh wee, my boy done got himself some cuddy!" I couldn't help but chuckle at the comment my older brother made. The cadence with which he said this made him sound like he was a much older man, steeped in the belly of the south.
He seemed to be onto something though.
In all the years I'd known him, I never once saw Vince look like he did was in that moment. He was damn near glowing.
We were are parked on the tarmac, in my Urus, watching our youngest sibling approach us from the jet. There wasn't necessarily any physical differences in his appearance, but his demeanour told us more about his secretive trip away than he wanted it too.
Over the last few years, I worked hard to repair my relationship with Vince. Aside from how he felt about my former relationship, there were other things for us to work out. He had long been feeling neglected by me, as I became consumed with trying to do my father proud posthumously.
I seemed to have been the only one of my siblings to have inherited this burden. Opening up to him was a breakthrough for both of us. He felt for the first time that I trusted him, and I got to see things from his perspective. He was the one to encourage me to strengthen my relationship with Mom and highlighted the deep seated self-loathing I was only just starting to become aware of.
In me sorting through my shit, I suddenly had much more capacity to hold up my end of my relationships. By default, I became a better friend, son and brother; one that Vince felt he could confide in more.
So it wasn't long before I learned about him creeping with Malia. At first I was shocked, not having expected him to go after a) a married woman and b) one that had attempted her husband's life thrice. Both seemed to be a non-factor to him when I first pointed them out to him.
The situation at hand made me think about when he first told me.
"I don't give a fuck about that nigga. If it wasn't for you, I would have been capped his ass. And if she hadn't left, I would have cuffed her by now. Right in front of his face too." He said with with an uncharacteristic seriousness, his expression and body language making it clear he wasn't joking. Taken aback, I silently tipped my head in his direction.
I knew all to well how the woman for you could bring you out of your character. Previously not one to sweat over women, I would have happily disembowelled whatever mothafucka thought he could stand in the way of me getting to my girl.
