Family Hustle : "I Am My Brother's Keeper"

Chapter Twenty Eight : "Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe"

-Vinny

The night was mine yo. I was looking mad fly. I had on a teal and black blazer, black button up, black tie, black slacks and these black velvet Louboutins loafers. To top it off, I had all the bad bitches, my homies and family in my presence, all my favorite music, shots back to back and on top of that my dad still had to crown me. I was turnt. "Vincent?" I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turn around and froze. I seen the most beautiful woman. She was short, had a tan that reminded me of honey, and the prettiest smile. "Do you remember me? We went to Booker together!" She explained. I was so gone, I couldn't even focus on anything coming out of that sweet mouth of hers. "Vincent, c'mon now yo! Loni? Loni Williams?" She continued. Lightbulb! "Oh! Wow! You look ... different!" I said. "Really? Is that bad?" She said frowning up. "Nah, you looking good Loni, I just remember you with the braces and cornrows." I say laughing. She hit me and said "Don't bring that up! Anyways, I heard this was your event!" "Yeah, just a lil something." I said brushing it off. A few seconds of awkward silence passed and I said "You wanna dance?" "Yes Vincent, I'd love to" she said with the biggest smile. Studio by SchoolBoy Q blasted through the speakers and she started grinding on me. Loni's ass got so fat, shit I'm just surprised at her glow up over the years. She turned around and rubbed her body on mine. If I wasn't mistaken, Loni was telling me she wanted this dick the way she was dancing on me. Nothing could go wrong right now. "Tommy get the fuck off me!" I look over at the bar and there goes my stupid ass brother arguing with his baby moms. Great. I begin to walk through the crowd and I see him about to slap the hell out of her. "Aye what you doing yo?" I say grabbing his hand. "Vinny mind yo damn business, this between me and my bitch dog this don't got shit to do with you my nigga!" Tommy screamed. I could tell this was more than the situation at hand. It was built up anger. But, did I give a fuck? "I understand all that Tommy but , I don't give a fuck! This my event and you fucking it up right now." I say to him. "Well if you don't give a fuck then I don't give a fuck either!" He says throwing Natasha on the floor and getting in my face. "Boys, boys calm down" our father intruded. He had one of the demons help Natasha up and took her to a cab outside and he signaled us to come to the back room with him. We both entered the room, I sat down, Tommy stayed standing with his eyes on me while dad locked the door behind him. "This is suppose to be a celebration not a fucking Love and Hip Hop episode!" My dad yells. "Dad I'm sorry-" I begin to say but he cuts me off. "Son, it is not your fault." Tommy moves his eyes from me to dad and says "Oh, so it's my fault?" "Tommy you've been in drama all night, what's yo fucking problem? Are you that angry that you don't want your brother to have the spot he rightfully earned that you would jeopardize everything I've planned?" He says to Tommy. "You know what, fuck y'all, fuck this bitch ass party, I'm out." He says walking out. "Yeah okay do what your best at run off!" Dad says. "What else can I do? You don't listen to me, you don't give a fuck about me so why should I fucking sit here and be invisible?" Tommy says. Damn, it must really be deeper than this. Dad gives him a confused face. "Think about it DaVinci, you give a fuck about yourself we all know that but, there is one more person you have an ounce of a fuck to give to. This motherfucker right here!" He says pointing at me. "Tommy, you sound crazy as hell, dad cares about all of us!" I say. "Hmm, no that's bullshit." He says. "Explain how then!" Dad says to Tommy. "Your kids are getting into it with their own mother who is always crying over simple shit, oh we all know you cheating on her by the way, your youngest daughter is missing meals because she's too fat for her age, your oldest daughter is a fucking crackhead that fucks around with your friends to get it for free, I'm always getting the finger pointed at me for shit I can't control but, Vinny oh he can't do no wrong!" Tommy says. He was right. Dad never punished me. And he was always there when I needed him. "Explain that pops!" Tommy says. "Everything alright in here?" Uncle Vic says entering the room. "It's all good Vic." Dad says. "You sure DaVinci? I ca-" "It's good Vic! I can handle my kids!" Dad says cutting Unc off. He shut the door. That was weird. "You fucked up pops!" Tommy yells. "Tommy, you should really start manning the fuck up. You can't always blame me for your fucked up life!" Dad yells. "Tommy you are in and out of jail for robbery, drug possession, conspiracy, fraud and shit if I didn't have my guy take your ratchet baby mama home that would have been harassment!" Dad explains. "Don't fucking talk about Natasha!" Tommy yells. "Oh shut the hell up Tommy, you probably don't see her or that kid anyway!" Dad responds. "You don't know what the fuck I do! Im a good fucking father!" Tommy says. "Good father huh? How is that so when you wanted to abort the damn kid." Dad says. The line was definitely crossed there. Tommy runs up on dad but, I get in between them. "Ima fuck you up nigga! Get the fuck off of me!" Tommy screams trying to wrestling out of my arms. "Let me go Vinny for I fuck you up too!" He yells at me. "Chill out nigga!" I yell back. "Alright, alright. Let me go I'm not gone do nothing!" Tommy says calmly with his hands up. I look at dad and he nods. I released Tommy and he fixes his dress shirt. He walks towards the door, faking like he was going for the door handle, he turns around and decks dad right in the face. Dad fell down to the floor and Tommy bends down and says "fuck you DaVinci, if you die tonight, I'll piss on your grave tomorrow!" Tommy walks off while I help dad up. "He didn't mean that dad." I say. "Yes he did Vinny but, it's completely okay." He says wiping blood from his mouth. "He just declared that he is not a demon anymore, nor a Valentino."