"I know for a fact, Stasia's raging in that room right now." Kemal chuckles, making a left turn.
"She'll be all right." Michael said with an attitude, staring out the window.
Kemal takes a quick glimpse through the rear-view mirror at Michael."You good man?"
"Yeah." Michael mumbles, clenching his jaw. Hearing Kemal's voice forced Michael to picture nothing but Kemal kissing and tasting Anastasia. He tried to let the whole situation go but it would just come right back to him.
"You sure?" Kemal questioned as they approached a red light.
"Yes." He snapped, balling up his fists
Aaron chuckles, before looking at Kemal."He's all right, man. Leave him alone."
About half an hour later, they arrive at their destination.
"This is where Lisa and Damon are currently staying?" Michael asked staring at the two story house.
Kemal nods his head."Yeah. This is it."
Aaron cocks a gun before holding it out for Michael."This one's for Michael." Michael takes the gun and Aaron cocks another before giving it to Kemal."Kemal." Last, he pulls out and cocks two guns."And these babies are for daddy."
"Why you get to have two guns?" Michael asked, frowning.
"So I can pistol whip them fuckers at the same time." He said, observing his guns."Why else?"
"Aaron, we might not even use these damn guns."
"I will." Aaron mutters."Michael, even if we do kill these bitches, no one would ever suspect the King of Pop."
Michael sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose."Aaron--"
"Shit, there's a car pulling up." Aaron whispers and they duck low, waiting to see who it was.
Anastasia steps out the taxi cab and it drives away. She looks around for a few seconds then starts to make her way to the front door of the house.
Michael sits up and mutters."Is that....Anastasia?"
"What the hell...." Aaron said in disbelief.
"Anastasia!" Michael whispers as loud as he can out window."Dammit, how did she find us?" He said as he got out the car and ran after her."Anastasia."
She turns around and glares at him."I wish you would stop lying to me, Michael. You must like when I turn into a crazy bitch--"
"Shh." He hushed her then grabbed her arm."Come with me."
"Why? Who's house is this?" She asked, looking back at the house.
"I'll explain in the car." He responds, pulling her to the car. They get in the backseat and Kemal and Aaron turn to look at her."Dammit Anastasia, how the hell did you find out--"
"Don't worry about how I found y'all. What's going on?"
Aaron sucks his teeth."Just tell her, Michael. She's really starting to make me think she's some type of psychic and shit." He murmurs, facing forward.
"Tell me what?"
Michael sighs."Anastasia, the whole reason Aaron and I left California and came to Colorado is to catch Lisa and Damon. That's why I kept lying to you. I didn't want you to know and try to stop us."
"Why Lisa?" She asked, confused.
"Because, she might have something to do with what Damon did to you."
"You motherfuckers." Anastasia snaps quietly at them.
"See? I knew she would get mad, Aaron." Michael said, looking at Aaron.
"Only because you dummies didn't include me in this." Anastasia says, pointing at them."Let me fuck her up. Y'all can handle Damon, I'll handle Lisa."
"We're not killing them, Anastasia." Michael said.
"Sadly." Aaron mumbles.
She rolls her eyes."Don't you think I know that, Michael?" She looks around the car at them."So, why do y'all have guns if you're not gonna kill them?"
"So they won't try any slick shit." Kemal says.
"And to pistol whip the fuck out of them." Aaron adds.
Anastasia nods her head."Okay, where's my gun?"
"Hell to the fucking no, you're not getting no damn gun." Aaron said."Knowing you, you might just end up killing Lisa right on the spot."
She sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes."Well, I'm not about to walk in there without a weapon."
"Good, stay in the car."
"Kemal, I know you got something in here for me." Anastasia said.
He shrugs."I have my nephew's bat in the trunk."
Anastasia sighs."I guess that'll do." She reaches over the seat and grabs the wooden bat."So, how are we getting in?"
"We're sneaking in through the back." Aaron answers, observing the house."All the lights are off so they must be asleep already. Just follow us and stay quiet."
Anastasia nods her head and they all step out the car then quietly sneak behind the house to the glass sliding door. Kemal picks the lock then slowly slides it open and allows them to go in first.
"Stay behind me and don't move ahead from us." Michael whispers to Anastasia, pulling her behind him.
"Michael, what are you afraid of?" Anastasia asked, whispering."Me beating the shit out of your ex-wife?"
"She was never my wife, Anastasia." He hisses low.
She rolls her eyes."My bad, you're ex-fiancée."
"Look here, Anasta--"
"Now is not the fucking time." Aaron snaps, whipping around and shining the flashlight on them."After we get this over with, y'all can go home and argue all the fuck y'all want." Aaron turns back around and starts walking again."Fuck."
Just as they walk into the living room, the lights come on and they come face to face with Lisa and Damon, pointing a gun right at them.
Michael and Aaron were a second away from putting up their own guns, when Kemal pressed his (now two) guns to the back of Michael and Aaron's head."Don't." He warns before moving his eyes to Anastasia."Stasia, if you really love your brother and punk ass boyfriend, you won't move."
Aaron frowns deeply and without moving, snaps."Kemal, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Helping his cousin." Damon smirks, winking at them.
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Her Brother's Best Friend
FanfictionSee what happens when older brother, Aaron, sends his troubled sixteen-year-old little sister, Anastasia, to go live with his longtime famous best friend Michael Jackson. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, READ THE DISCLAIMER BEFORE READING THE BOOK. DISCLAIME...