𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 | 𝐃. 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 |

CHAPTER 25.

London Lenae DiVincenzo

"You are right, Mr. Thompson," Dr. Evans says as she walks back inside the hospital room. "She has a torn ACL along with a bone fracture in her patella as well."

"W-What does this mean?" Momma asked, a worried look crossing her face as she leaned against my father.

"It means—."

"It means that she'll have to have surgery," an unfamiliar voice said from the doorway. "And healing after that surgery can take up to six to nine months."

"Six to nine months?!" I exclaimed, sitting up and looking at the X-Ray scan.

It was definitely a tear...

My mother and father turned their heads in the direction of where the unfamiliar voice was coming from and their faces formed into pure shock, while Uncle Klay's face was full of pure annoyance. He looked as if he wished Auntie Maria was here to kick whoever this guy's ass was.

Because I wanted to be nosey, I sat up and looked at the man. He had big green eyes, light skin, a well-kept fade, stood at about 6'2 or 6'4, and has a Dominican look to her. Not gonna lie, he was kind of cute, and if he wasn't a doctor, I would think he was a basketball player or at least used to hoop.

Did I mention that he was c-u-t-e, CUTE?!

"Les, what are you doing here?" Uncle Klay asked, crossing his arms, glaring at the man.

The man grinned and shrugged, fully stepped into the room, and motioned for Dr. Evans to leave the room. She followed his instructions, leaving us all alone in the room. Based on the tension that was between my parents, Uncle Klay, and this Les person, I'm sure that this had absolutely nothing to do with me and more something that happened with them in the past either when I was younger or in the womb.

It was one of those.

"You know, ever since you got me kicked out of the league, I ended up going back to school and getting my degree and taking the path to be a doctor..." he explained.

"Nobody got you kicked out of the league," Uncle Klay says firmly. "You left."

Les shrugged. "Potato, Potato," he says. He then turns to me and grins. "Damn, she looks just like you Rini."

"I know," Momma says.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked, looking between my parents, Uncle, and this Les person.

"I'm Lester Quinones," He says. "I used to play for—."

"YOU'RE LESTER?!" I exclaimed in shock, cupping my hand over my mouth and pointing at him.

He grinned and nodded his head. "Yeah, I am. I see you've heard of me."

I shrugged. "Yeah, I've heard of you. I heard you play nice, but everything else I've heard about you hasn't been good."

Les(ter) laughed, but I could tell that he didn't mean it. "I bet the bad you heard from your mother and father. Uncles and Aunts that don't know anything that happened? Let me guess; Asia told you her version of what happened, huh?"

I know he didn't just try and throw my aunt under the bus like that. With the bad mood that I'm already in and the attitude I had because of my short encounter with Jada and the way I could feel Mikey's eyes on me during the entire game—I was in no mood for anyone's foolishness at all. The last thing anyone ever wanted to do was play around with my family's name, and that's what he was doing and I wasn't having it. I just wasn't.

"No, you're ex-girlfriend, and my aunt Amour told me everything that I needed to know about you. So please, do not try to play like you're innocent within this entire situation, because you're not," I say firmly. "And please, tread lightly when it comes to my family. Torn ACL or not, I'll rock your world if you try that again."