Trap$oul | Bryson Tiller Story

Chapter 9 ♛

♛ Chapter 9 ♛

♛ Bryson

I can't get Anastasia off of my mind. She's so beautiful and the way she wants to take care of things on her own is kind of sexy. I think being independent is very sexy. She wants to handle things on her own and I respect that but I don't want to see her struggle. I can feel myself feeling her a little more every time I'm around her.

"Thank you for the money but I don't want it." She texted me making me smile.

She may not want it but she needs it and I'll be here to provide for her when she needs it.

Once we made it back to the house Harley was sound asleep so I had to carrying her inside. When I walked up to the front door I seen the glass window on it busted open and the door was wide open.

"What the hell." I mumbled kicking the door so it was fully open.

Before even stepping a foot into my house I took Harley back to the car and made sure to lock the doors. I just want to make sure no one's in there still.

Once I walked into the front door I could hear the glass crunching under my feet. I walked around to see that the whole house was completely destroyed. Things were broken and half the furniture was ripped up. There's no way I'm gonna be able to stay here.

After gathering a few of our belongings I brought them all back out to the car.

I really don't want to stay with my mother because of all the bullshit she has been on. I'm not gonna put my daughter in a hotel so I there's only one person I can go to really.

I have a feeling I know who did this and when I find her..her ass is mine.

"Hello?" Anastasia answered the phone.

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"What happened?" Anastasia questioned once I arrived back at her house.

I put Harley in Casey's room before coming back out to talk to her.

"My house is completely destroyed. Everything in it has been sabotaged or ripped up." I explained to her.

She had a surprised look on her face.

"Do you know who could have done it?" She asked with her eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, I do. I'm really fucking pissed right now. Who the fuck just breaks into someone's house to destroy everything!" I snapped clenching my draw angrily.

"Bryson, calm down. Everything will get better." She told me grabbing my hand and rubbing it gently.

I shook my head. "I put most of my money into that place and now I basically have to start over." I said kicking her table.

"Bryson, if you don't calm your ass down. Our kids are sleeping and you are not about to start breaking my shit now." She snapped moving the table away from me.

"Sorry, I just can't believe this shit." I replied back to her holding my head.

"I know but don't crazy thinking about what happened. Think things over and then make a move." She said to me.

I nodded my head in agreement.

"You're right, I can't explode and shit." I replied back to her.

"Good, now where do you want to lay tonight? You can either sleep on my bed and I'll take the couch or I'll sleep in the bed and you can take the couch." She explained to me.

"I'd rather just lay in bed with you." I told her honestly.

She shook her head. "You aren't shy are you? You just say anything that comes to your head." She said laughing like I was kidding.

"These next few weeks are gonna be stressful, I need you to be there for me and that includes cuddling." I stated trying to get her on my side.

She laughed shaking her head. "You're funny."

I grinned playfully before grabbing onto her and pulling her down onto the couch with me.

"Bryson, let go of me." She said punching my back.

I didn't budge as I held onto her and made myself comfortable on top of her.

"Be quiet and go to sleep." I mumbled against her belly.

"You're wild, you know that right?" She questioned me.

I chuckled. "I been knew that. My mom called me that when I broke her vase while running. She called me a wild ass boy." I told her.

She began to run her fingers through my hair making me bit my lips. The best feeling ever.

I need to get my mind off of what happened to my place and this is the best way to do it.

"Does that feel good?" She asked once I let out a low moan.

"Hell yeah." I replied back to her.

She chuckled and continued running her hands through my hair.

After a few minutes of her playing in my hair her breathing started to get slower and soon she stopped.

They say you think the most when it's night time. That's all I'm doing at the moment. Thinking about what I want to do in life..

I'm gonna have to put in overtime.

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