Nailah

Yebba's Heartbreak

Me and Bryelle thought something suspicious was going on. We got on a plane. Here we are.

They all turn their heads to stare at us and I notice a man who oddly looks so much like Saint staring straight at me in my two piece top and skirt.

I shift in my dior clad feet and clutch unto Bryelle's hand tighter. East walks in and stops in his tracks staring at us.

'What are you doing here?'

'Nigga what am I doing here? You told me you had a business meeting' says Bryelle.

'Bro, Elle, this is the fucking business meeting.' He says running a hand over his face.

'Yeah with your fucking ex.' she says letting go of my hand to point at the lightskin girl sitting at the table.

I suddenly feel like a child caught in the middle of a parents argument.

I catch Saints eyes and he motions for me to come sit down in the sudden open seat next to him. I slowly walk to him clutching my Louis purse.My gold bangles jingle as I place my purse on the table and sit down.

The man who looks like the older version of Saint looks at me as I sit down, making me very uncomfortable. Saint leans towards me looking into my eyes.

'Everytime I ask you to do some shit for your own safety you do the complete fucking opposite.' he sends waves rushing through my body. Most shame and discomfort for being scolded.

Saint waves the waiter over and orders food for me.

'Hey Sophia' I say smiling at Sophia she gives me a soft smile. 'Hey my love.'

'Heyy Naih' says Jayda grabbing my attention.

'Heyy, I've started picking out the materials for your dress but you'll need to come down soon for a fitting-'

'Is this her son' says the man he looks like an older version of Saint.

'Look a-fucking-way' Saint says.

'I never knew you had a thing for the darker blackies. It simply doesn't run in our family. Your mother was an exception'

'I'm about to slap this bitch.' says Bryelle from her seat looking at the man.

'Angelo.' says Michael warningly.

We hear a gun cock and suddenly Sophia is standing with a gun pointed at Angelo.

'I should shoot you right fucking now bitch' she says stalking towards him.

Theo walks towards her along with Michael both trying to convince her to drop the gun.

'Soph please listen he's not going to get away with it do it for me.' says Michael.

Saint grabs my hand rubbing the back of it softly.

'Do it for you?' she says pushing the tip of the gun into Angelo's head. A bodyguard escorts Jayda out and its only the rest of us left. That's when I notice Angelina's presence. She gives me a smug smile and my mood drops significantly.

'What about my son and my dead fucking daughter.' Sophia says pushing his head with the gun.

'You don't have the guts to.' says Angelo, looking Sophia straight in the eyes.

'Angelo, don't push it.'

Angelo's eyes suddenly drop to Sophia's stomach and all hell breaks loose.

'You got her pregnant, you fucking whore. You got my wife pregnant ' he says standing up sizing up to Michael.

Michael pulls Sophia behind him and cocks his own gun. 'I stepped up to the fucking occasion Angelo that's what I did.  I took my nephew in and looked after him the way a father should that's what the fuck I did , you don't get to fucking do this shit.' This is the angriest I've see him.

'Your hair looks pretty' says Saint referring to my 30 inch black bussdown that's in crimps. I smile at him but my attention is quickly pulled back when I feel water splashed all over me.

'Oh no you didn't bitch' says Bryelle standing up.

'It was an accident.' says Angelina.

The light skin girl starts laughing and Bryelle instantly lunges at her. I reach over the table grabbing Angelina by her shiny blonde hair.

'Let go Naih.' says Saint holding my hand.

'Let go of me!'

'But you wanna throw water so wassup' I say gripping it tighter. She leans across the table clutching unto her hair.

I stand up with my hand still on her hair and send one punch to her cheek, she starts squealing and crying. Saint stand up with me protecting me from all the comotion with Angelo and Michael trying to convince me to let go.

East picks Bryelle up of the bruised girl and exits. 'Bitch when I see you, its wrapssss' screams Bryelle from the Porshe outside.

'SAINT GET HER OFF ME'

Saint comes into my face telling me to let her go and I do. Only because I know she'll provoke me and give me a proper reason to beat her ass. Saint picks up my purse and pulls me towards the exit.

People in the restaurant turn to look at all the commotion that goes on as Saint pulls me down the stairs and opens the door of the black convertible Porsche. I sit down waiting for him to get in but he doesn't he storms back in the restaurant and leaves me inside the car.

I know when he comes back out this tranquille peace surrounding me will be long gone due to me disobeying orders. I connect my phone to the bluetooth and start playing some music.