Solid ||Bryson Tiller||

Two

Jacquees's POV

Damn, I can't believe I just met my sister after these long years. She'd grown up so much.

"Why you so quiet?" I asked Major.

"Nun, I'm just vibin' and you and yo sis was having a moment. I aint wanna interrupt." He said still scrolling through his phone.

"I'm taking tomorrow off." I said.

"What?" He looked at me.

"Yeah, I'm spending the day with Keona. Just have Marco and Polo transport the bricks and we good." I said stopping in front of Major's home. We lived 5 blocks from each other.

"Fuck! Aight, man. Be safe." He dapped me up.

"You too." I said before speeding off.

I made it home within minutes and got in the shower. 30 minutes later I came out with a towel wrapped around my waist. I put on deodorant and a pair of boxers and a white tee. I sat on the end of the bed and made a few calls about the delivery tomorrow.

"Yo, I need you to be on point, bruh. Ion want no problems. Bring back all the money and put it in the safe. I'm relying on you and Polo. If anything happens, it's on you two. Understood?" I said slowly.

"Yeah, I got it boss. You not coming tomorrow?" Marco, a loyal worker of mine asked. He young as fuck, but he love making money, so he work.

"Nah, I'm off just for tomorrow. Ion want nobody calling me unless it's an emergency. No bullshit." I clarified.

"Aight."

"Keep ya head up." I aid as I hung up.

I finished the remaining of my fries and laid back in my bed and thought about what occurred last night at the club. Shit crazy. 5 years of my sister's life. She done graduated already. Got accepted to a great college. I missed all that. I aint never graduate. I said fuck that and started to build my Empire. And within them 5 years, I've been successful. I thought about the day I got kicked out. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was in my room, stuffing a wad of cash in my pocket. I was selling a few drugs to put a cash in my pockets. I was finna go meet up with Major to drop another set.

"Where you going, brother?" Keona, my 12 year old sister asked.

"Somewhere. I'll be back." I said brushing past her, walking towards the door.

Before I could even touch the door knob, my mom and Rodney walked out their room. I never liked him. He thought he was my Pops. Aint nobody in this world can replace my Pops. He was shot and killed when I was 9, so whenever Rodney would call me "Son" or some shit, I'll cuss his ass out and say, "Fuck you.'

"Que, we need to talk." Mom said, her eyes puffy.

"What happened, ma?" I asked, pulling my pants up.

"I-"She stopped and looked at Keona who was being nosy as always. "Baby, go to your room." Keona looked at me before going into her room. "I think it's time for you to leave."

"Oh, I am. I'm finna go hang with Bry-" She cut me off.

"No, son, I mean, move out." She said low.

"What you mean, move out? What I do?" I said totally confused.

"When you leave this house, you act like you don't know when to come home. You coming in my house 12-1o clock in the morning. Ion like that." She said.