The Taylors

Chapter Twenty Five

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to a town home not too far from the Galleria area. Coco could recognize her surroundings but she couldn't remember anyone who lived in that part of town. No one that she knew.
"Who's place is this?" Coco asked, looking out of the car window at the modest, comfortable two story living space. It was identical to every other unit in the complex.
"My place." Issy replied with a beaming smile. In return, Coco just stared at him in astonishment. "What?"
"Come on, mama. Let's get you settled in."
They walked up to the front door, painted a beautiful deep red, like the rest of the doors. Issy put his key inside and sure enough it unlocked. Coco couldn't believe it. This man had slept on the couch all that time when he had a place twice the size of Island's small ass apartment.
"That's the living room. Kitchen around the corner." Issy began to show her around his modern furnished townhome. He couldn't have decorated this place himself, it had to be a professional. From the art on the wall to the state of the art appliances, Coco was definitely impressed and in awe. "There's a couple bedrooms upstairs but the master is around here."

Issy and Coco turned a corner and he opened the door to his bedroom. It was completely dark inside so he flipped on the light and that's when Coco almost flipped the fuck out.
"Who the fuck is this?" She asked when she saw the light complected, dark haired beauty sleeping face down naked across Issy's bed. Issy playfully put his hand in her hair, trying to shake the girl awake.
"Glory...say, get up, G. Time to wake up." He said softly.
The long legged model type began to rise, pushing her full head of hair away from her face.
"Ay, papi..what time is it?" She asked.
Coco immediately recognized her heavy Spanish accent and her skin almost turned green with envy. Not only was Glory beautiful and naked but she was a foreign bitch, too. Coco was pissed at Issy more than she was pissed at Island.
"Papi?" She mocked the girl's accent as she looked to Issy with inquiring eyes. Issy never bothered to look her way as he sat beside Glory on the king size bed.
"It's almost two in the afternoon. Fuck was you getting into last night?" He kinda laughed, looking around the messy bedroom where empty liquor bottles were propped up next to a couple empty condom wrappers on the nightstand. Magnums.
"Ay, you don't want to know Issy. Trust me." Glory stood to her feet, totally unaffected by the strange woman staring at her naked body.
In fact, she flashed a gorgeous white smile at Coco.
"Hola. I'm Gloria." She extended a hand to Coco who just shared at her trying to prove she wasn't intimidated. When she was. Coco cut her eyes at Issy who gave her a nod, telling her it's okay, nothing to worry about. Hesitantly, Coco finally shook the girl's hand.
"Chanel." She said dryly. She had no interest in playing nice. All Coco knew was that Issy better start explaining and quick.
"When I was locked up, her boyfriend was my cell mate. I ain't know him in the streets but we was cool in the pen and I told him I would look out, you know, for Glory."
"Uh, Javi gave me that stupid nick-name." Glory mumbled, struggling to put her clothes on.
Coco folded her arms. "So where the hell is Javi?"
"That pendejo is still in there for another year." Glory spat.
Issy shook his head. "You know he ain't gon' be too happy with you when he touch down."
"I don't care. Nada. No. He doesn't think I know whose been coming up there to visit him? And how much he's slipping those guards to let him do what he wants?! I hope he gets deported and shipped back to Columbia! Lo odio!"
Issy sighed, looking at Coco. She couldn't possibly think he would fuck around with her, with Glory. Their relationship was totally platonic and Issy had grown to love her like a sister.
"Sooo, is this our roommate.. or....?" Chanel Taylor was looking for answers and wanted to be clear.
"Mi casa, su casa." Glory smiled big while holding her hands out.
"YOUR house?!" Coco snapped.
"Aight aight, relax." Issy stood. "There's room for all of us here. Listen, G, I'm coming back now and remember we agreed you'd move into a room upstairs, right?
"Si."
"Bet then. Now, Glory's gonna get the room cleaned up. Definitely gonna change these sheets." He laughed, then looked at his girl. "I'll go back to Island's place and get our stuff afterwards."
"She won't be too happy with you, you know that right?"
"Island's just gonna have to let me be a man. Straight up. That's it. If she don't agree, that's not my problem. And if she don't want us there, then that's not a problem either."
"Issy." Coco sighed. "She didn't say we couldn't be there, she said I couldn't be there."
"Well, hey, my back was starting to hurt anyway. Sleeping on that couch wasn't gonna cut it for too much longer." He joked. Coco graciously thanked him with her eyes and Issy nodded with a smile. She looked around her new home and exhaled deeply. It wasn't the most ideal situation but, for now, it would certainly do.