Hey Loves! I know you guys have been anticipating this book! I hope you enjoy and shout out to my girl, Just_Tae for making the cover, which is so so dope!
Y'all better comment after how much y'all harassed me!
Brandon's POV
"My mans, every fucking thing in here better be right and tight. My supply come up short in any way I'm killing all of y'all." I said leaving out the room, I had cameras set up but I let people wear they clothes so they thought I was some stupid ass or some shit.
I wasn't one of them niggas who was cool with Balls and Dicks just out. That shit was nasty and I wasn't about to be infront of no naked ass man.
I only work with men, bitches obviously ain't shit. They deceitful as hell too.
I walked up the stairs and into my office, I pulled my laptop out and watched.
"King'B" Curtis said walking into my office.
"What?" I asked.
"Why are you what-ing me? You wanted me to come here." He stated.
"You been shaky these past couple weeks. What's up?"
"ain't shit up man."
"You sure about that?" I asked looking into his eyes
"Yeah my Nigga." Curtis said sucking his teeth.
"Alright. Bye." I said and he got up.
"You going by dukes and pops house after you finish up?"
"I won't make it."
"You tripping. Ma ain't seen ya ass since the two months you was at her house over Mani."
"What you just call her?"
He sighed. "Imani, man what the fuck?"
"I'm cooling." I told him.
"Your ass going crazy." He said and I nixed him off.
"Whatever let me be that." I said and I closed my laptop. "I got shit to handle on both sides. Two months is a long ass time and I need to be back on my shit."
"You can't take two hours to eat your mamas cooking?"
"I had enough over the two months." I said and grabbed my blazer.
I left out of the office and then the building heading over to the club I was having built up. I am getting myself into more and more shit and I need to be sure that I'm making a name for myself in the right sense. The key to all this is making sure your dirty money get clean, it's time to work. I played around worrying about the wrong shit for far too long.
Imani's POV
I sighed pulling my shirt closed, I looked in the mirror.
I look a fucking mess. I groaned to myself knowing I'd need a makeup goddess to make me look half way decent.
"Mani." Someone said knocking at my door.
"Come in." I said and I turned to see my sister.
"How you doing baby?" She asked.
"I'm fine." I said.
"Eat this." She told me giving me croissant and a hot tea.
"I'm not feeling it." I told her.
"Don't act like this come on." She told me. "It's bacon and eggs and cheese."
I sighed biting into it. I didn't taste much, probably because of my clogged up nose and lack of feeling these days.
"I hate seeing you like this."
"I'll be fine." I told her.
"We want you to stay here, with us." My sister said.
I had came last night because I didn't want to sleep alone and I was feeling a little lonely.
"No you need your space." I shook my head.
"Imani, please." She said
"I can't. You're married now and you're about to have the baby. I can't stay here with you." I said.
"Dre and I want you to stay here. He's really concerned about you. It'll help us if we knew you were here and safe."
"I was safe at home."
"You were hurting yourself at home."
"You promised." I said and flinched a little when she mentioned it.
She sighed. "I'm sorry Mani. Baby look I can't have you in that little apartment by yourself sulking."
"I'm not sulking."
"You are." She nodded and I shook my head.
"I'll stay another night but I'm going back home. I can't live with you forever." I said.
"Stay for the rest of the week. Please."
"We will see." I said and she smiled.
"Good, give me a hug." She told me and I hugged her tightly.
I was beyond stressed out and I felt every emotion I could feel at the same time.
I miss Brandon, and all I want is for us to try and talk so that we could maybe work something out.
I know that's never gonna happen but in my wildest dreams I dare tell myself that.
