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𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤
There wasn't a dry eye present inside of the Laurent estate. The massive property was five stories of excessive luxury. Amir's image was in every room to remind you of who owned the expensive mansion. Angelo sat on the arm of a leather sofa, head hung low. His mother consoled him with soothing back rubs. Bryson busied himself with catering to the youngest of their boys. Cash took it the hardest because of his age. The fact that his grandfather had been sick for the majority of his childhood robbed him of memories that he remembered vividly.
Amir stopped breathing during their hospital visit. Mercedes attempts to get someone to help him fell on deaf ears because Amir was DNR. He didn't want to be resuscitated. The three grandchildren had to stand there and watch their grandfather flatline. The horrifying sight messed with Mercedes the most. He didn't cry like Cashmir. Some tears were shed on sight, then he just went numb, and anger came immediately after. The stages of grief came in waves that were hard-hitting and fast for him.
The male stormed out of the living room with his chest heaving up and down, hands balled into two tight fists. Angelo knew his brother well. He didn't want to break down in front of people. The anger came from trying to hold himself together and understand why his grandfather would be DNR. It angered him to know that he accepted defeat and didn't even try to continue to live.
Angelo stood with intentions to run after him when a face that he hadn't seen in years halted him. Brandi strutted into the room with a model's precision, garnering attention from possibly every straight man in attendance. The rebellious tattoo artist had an edge and height that made her look like a supermodel. Thus, making her the perfect muse for a reality show called "Pretty in Ink" The show was in its fourth season on VH1 and had been renewed for a fifth already.
Instinctively, her beautiful brown eyes went to Angelo. They instantly filled with tears and sympathy. She swiftly made her way over, arms opened wide for him. "I'm so sorry, Lo" The woman sobbed into his shoulder, rubbing his back gently. He warmly embraced her, letting his face fall into her neck. Brandi smelled like natural butters. She was still vegan, after all these years. Her healthy lifestyle didn't affect the curves of her body. The artist's thick lower regions were plumper yet her waist was tiny. "I know how much he meant to you"
Angelo closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of her skin against his. It was reminiscent of the past and felt familiar like home. "Yeah..." He mumbled against her skin and she rubbed the side of his face, pulling back to look down into his eyes. "Do you want to get out of here? I know you need to breathe" She still knew him well. Each brother had different ways of handling death. Angelo's way usually consisted of avoiding it until the funeral came. He needed a distraction. Brandi was aware. "Yeah, let's get out of here"
She took him by the hand and led him out of the living room, and into the foyer. There Mercedes paced holes into the floor with....Nashea trying to calm his anxiety attack. Angelo stopped in his tracks and watched their interactions. "No because why the fuck would he do that?" Mercedes asked in the middle of his pacing. Nashea's voice was calm and soothing. "I know, baby"
