The Taylors

Chapter Eighteen

"Thank you for coming with me. Both of you. I appreciate it." Said Island, sitting in the bleachers at her son's little league football game. She smiled first at Issy, then Coco as she was sitting between them, trying to stay cool in the mist of this scorching sun.
"Bitch, you know I got yo back." Coco assured her, hating that island was sitting between her and Issy. He was looking so sexy in that snap back and muscle shirt.
"This nigga already know what I'm about." Issy said simply, glaring down at the father of his sister's kid. Angelo was only seated a few rows down from them. With Serena and the kids next to him, Angelo sat calmly knowing his wife was only feet away from his mistress.
"She ain't even that cute, honestly. I mean, her booty big but that probably came from them babies." Coco said, unapologetically. Island laughed and hit her once on the back of the hand.
"Shame on you." Island shook her head then glanced down at the woman with disgust. "Can you believe that bitch had the nerve to come to my shop?"
"I can." Coco replied. "What I can't believe is that you let that hoe run you out when you knew she was just trying to get under your skin."
"Well, I'm pissed 'cause it worked." Island admitted, sadly.
"Don't tell me you still want that nigga." Issy eyed her suspiciously.
"It doesn't matter what I want. All that matters is Iman and as long as he's good, so am I."
"Keep telling yourself that lie then, sis." Coco shrugged.
Island cut her eyes at Coco and her smart ass mouth. It was true, though. Island wasn't happy. She had to watch another woman live the life she wanted with the father of her child. This was so unfair and not just for Island but for Iman as well.

"Aye! Look at Champ!" Issy yelled.
The whole crowd was on their feet as they watched the little running back with incredible speed run it to the end zone. Iman was too lit as he spiked the ball, pointed to Uncle Issy, and then performed the celebration dance they'd rehearsed. Issy was on the side lines doing it right along with him. Everyone had their phones out, recording the magic. Iman hadn't been touched by a single defender. He had all the parents and families talking and hating. Island was the loudest of them all, cheering for her son.
"Where the hell he learn how to run like that?" One man asked.
Island just smiled, knowing that her son was a stand out performer.

"Oh girl, this is that job I told you about. I gotta take this." Said Coco, holding her phone to her ear. She stood and moved carefully between the stands until she made it towards the parking lot. Issy couldn't help but allow his eyes to follow her. He looked on in admiration at the girl he wanted to call his own so badly. Island snapped her finger to pull him out of the trance.
"What?" He laughed, hiding his nerves.
"Be careful, baby brother. I can see right through you." Island gave him a look before facing the field again.
"You don't know what you see." Issy waved her off dismissively, hoping to dead that conversation.
"Seriously, Israel. Coco has a type and you're not it. She loves those weight moving, timb wearing, ice grilled out thugs. Niggas who take care of her so she don't have to lift a finger. That's not you. You're a good man with a regular job, trying to better himself. Coco might think you're cute and something to play with but no, I'm not going to let her play you."
"Sis." Issy sighed. "I appreciate it, for real, but I can handle myself."
"No, Issy, trust me. Coco is a good girl but she's gonna look out for herself before she looks out for anyone else. That's including me. And...unfortunately, that's including you, too."
Issy knew Island had his best interest at heart. He had to smile softly knowing that Island was still unaware of his true occupation. She really thought Issy couldn't afford a woman like Coco. As if he couldn't be the man that she needed. Fuck what Coco was use to. It's not about that. Issy just shook his head knowing his sister had no idea who he really was.
After the game, Island just wanted to hop in her whip and go to avoid running into Angelo and his precious wife. However, it was his weekend which meant Iman couldn't come home with her. Island just wanted to congratulate her baby boy on a great game.