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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 hospital Marley went to the reception desk, "Here to see Cornell Young." He mumbled irritably.
He honestly contemplated not showing at all. But he knew if he hadn't came his mother would continue to blow his phone up day and night.
He left his partners back in Dubai two days prior, by time he landed back in Baltimore, they would be finally getting ready to be on their plane to actually head back. He didn't want to leave them at all but after explaining why he was upset to the three, they all convinced him to just leave and go see his brother before it may have been too late.
"Room 203." The receptionist told him before snapping a photo of him and handing over his visitor pass.
"Thank you." Marley mumbled, sticking it to his shirt before proceeding through the floor to find his room.
Once finding it, he walked to the room, moving the curtains and coming inside.
"Oh.. look who finally made it," His brother, Cornell chuckled weakly.
His mother got up to hug Marley tightly, "My baby boy finally came home." She smelled like straight liquor.
Marley only stood stiffly, "Ma, is you drunk?" He then looked past her at his brother, "This don't look like no fucking life support to me."
"Well... it was a miracle I guess," Margaret slurred with a giggle before making it back to the chair to sit down.
Cornell cackled lowly, "She said I was on life support? Man I told her ask yew fa some coin so I can have dis surgery."
Marley stood and stared between the two of them. He was honestly hurt more than anything—On top of being angry with himself for falling for another one of their traps.
"I'm tired..." He mumbled to himself, looking down at the floor before taking a deep breath, "Y'all made me leave dubai over a lie?"
"What da fuck was yew dewin' out dubai, dummy?" Cornell laughed, "Plus, das on mommy, yew ain't have to leave tew send me 6,000."
"Six thou—Yeen getting dat from me, fuck no. What da fuck I look like? A BANK?" Marley was now irritated. "You better figure that shit out," He shook his head no.
Margaret sucked her teeth, "So you'll just let your brotha die?"
Marley nodded with the quickness, "Yes, yes the fuck I will. Fuck you mean?"
Her face frowned up and she stood approaching Marley, getting in his face, "And who the fuck is yew talking tew like that?"
Marley sucked his teeth and looked away, breathing heavily to tame his anger, "Man, ma. Back up from me fa real." He bit down on his bottom lip so he didn't get disrespectful. He took a step back, balling his fist up and walking back and forth, "Y'all play in my face every fucking time."
