After the death of James St Patrick, Alina Amara and her mother fled New York City to get away from the treacherous gang life of New York. Leaving her best friend Tariq and Chloé to live in London, Alina has had enough hiding.
Until a miracle...
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CHAPTER FIVE: THE TEJADAS
"THIS IS THE WHITEST ASS PARTY IVE SEEN IN MY LIFE." Chloé screwed. She wasn't wrong, literally every single person in this house was white. I didn't feel uncomfortable, just shit. "Imma get a drink, want some?" I shook my head no to my best friend before she left.
I went up to Tariq to see how he was doing. "You alright?" I held on his fore arm, rubbing it.
"Yeah.." His eyes were low. "I went over to the Tejadas."
Oh shit I forgot about them. "Yeah, how was it?"
"I'm still in the process of making them trust me, using Zeke isn't enough. I need someone that lives in the house."
I thought about it for a bit. "D." I reminded him. "She likes you and I know you're feeling her. Show her your trust."
"I think I already got some trust from Cane."
Cane, that nigga.
"Besides, he asked about you and I. I made sure to let them know we do shit together a lot." I smile at him. "I don't want to constantly bombard them, so get close to D, Dru or hell even Cane. We need a supplier asap for mom."
I bit my inner cheeks, thinking about my last encounter with Uncle Tommy. Before I could answer Tariq, Brayden came over with his phone on our faces on instagram live.
"Here we have an Ice luge. Classic choice." Brayden filmed the guy pouring alcohol onto someone's mouth. "Now, the way an ice luge works is, you put the alcohol at the top so it rushes down, and the person at the bottom gets mouth herpes."
I snorted at his explanation. Suddenly his douchebag brother came out to us. "Hey, losers." He snatched Brayden's phone filming himself like a narcissist. "Y'all at home jerking off to Skidmarks here?" The way I knew I wasn't going to like this guy just by his hosting from his own party.
"Hey! Give it back." He slowly placed the phone down, not during if he's wondering who I am or admiring me.
"Now who is she?" He smirked.
"Why don't you put down your cell phones and get yourself a real girlfriend?" He slurred his words while Brayden snatched his phone back.
"You ruined my fucking story, okay? And also, Mom told you not to fucking call me that anymore."
"Yo, sorry, you-you gotta leave, Skids. And your boyfriend too. No Skidmarks allowed." His brother told him.
