Please read My Secret Treasure and Our Family before starting this one.
This is Book 3!
The Brewster kids all are grown up now. Take the journey with them as they discover what Love & Trust really has in store with them. Can they take different pat...
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I sat in my room rolling up a wood and listening to NBA Youngboy. I was supposed to meet up with Yasmine but this time I declined the offer. I had somebody else who wanted to meet up with me and that intrigued me more.
My room door flew open and Brooklyn stood there with a mug.
"You want me to kill you?"
"Fuck is you talking about?" I wrapped the paper around the wood.
"One thing about Amethyst she can't lie. Why the fuck are yall hanging out? What is your intentions Loyal Amier?"
"I'm just chilling damn."
"Listen." She took a deep breath. "You don't live up to your fucking name when it comes to these females. Everybody you touch you hurt. I don't want Amethyst hurt. That is one of my best friends and she has a big heart. She ain't innocent so I'm not gonna lie like that."
"Bubbie I'm chilling and I promise I'm not gonna taint the girl."
"Where yall going anyway?"
"I set up some picnic shit at the park. Something light. You accidentally told me all her favorite snacks and shit."
She looked at me blinking hella and that pissed me off.
"Fuck is you looking at?"
"You. You really like Amethyst."
"I don't even know her like that to like her."
The fuck?
"Nigga out here setting dates up and shit. I might mind my business on this. Unless you hurt her imma have to kill you."
"You'll kill yo own brother for a friend?"
"My best friend? Yes. Sorry Bookie."
"Mmcht. Man whatever. I'm about to head out."
I gathered my shit and put the blunt on my ear.
"Mama." I said walking into the kitchen. "Im about to head out for a couple of hours. I'll be back."
"Okay be safe baby." I gave her a hug.
"He going on a picnic date mama."
"Mmcht. Brooklyn."
She must be on that coke again.
My mama felt my forehead.
"You okay?"
"Yall make it seem like im some demon. I can be caring sometimes dang."
