The Taylors

Chapter Thirty Eight

They avoided each other like upset lovers living in the same house. Glory was furious with Coco and the sight of her made her insides crawl. Issy was out on "business" out of town but the girls made it back safely. Using Issy's emergency cash she'd stolen, Chanel bought two plane tickets, even though, they didn't utter a word the entire flight. Glory just wanted Issy home to tell him the truth in person. She stared to call but knew better than to interrupt his trip. She wanted Issy to ghost this puta.

Coco, on the other hand, was sweating bullets.
She looked up from from her phone when the front door opened and Issy walked in carrying a beautiful bouquet of Roses and a few large shopping bags in hand. Coco immediately stood from her position on the plush sofa to run into his arms.
"Baby!" She squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. With all of his gifts still in hand, Issy pulled her close, hugging her tightly. He put his face in her neck to inhale her as the embrace lingered on. "I thought you were out of town."
"Damn, I missed yo ass, mama." He whispered softly. "I wanted to surprise you."
"I missed you more, though. What's all this?"
Issy released her and she took a step back to take on his appearance. Issy looked sexy as hell in his Tom Ford jacket button down shirt, jeans, and classy expensive shoes made by the same designer. He appeared much more.. Boss like with his squared shoulders, fresh cut, and fancy gear. Coco was use to dope boy Issy. The man before her seem to be on an entire different level. Coco wanted to fuck him right there by the front door. Seconds later, June popped into her mind and she frowned. Coco knew she couldn't fuck anything until she got that STD cured...
"I can't go OT and not bring you nothing back." Issy said with a grin, handing over the roses first and the shopping bags last.
Coco lovingly inhaled the scent then set them down on the table. "Aw baby," she gushed. Next, Coco began to pull out hand bag after hand bag, all of them different colors, shapes, and sizes. It was her favorite designer, of course. Chanel.
"Daddy, thank you! You are really too good for me." Coco said sincerely. Issy was now seated on the couch, Coco straddling him. He gripped her juicy ass cheeks as a white smile curved his lips.
"That was nothing, mama. After the work I just put in, there's plenty more where that came from. A nigga making major moves now, baby. That trip OT just changed our lives forever." Issy said. His boss had sent him on a mission which ended up lacing his pockets. Issy handled the deal so well that Boss promoted him to Lieutenant, giving him more tasks and responsibilities but ultimately more income. Issy almost felt like he could take over the world one day, with Coco at his side.
"Our lives? Forever?" Coco asked, smiling hopefully. From his whole spill, that part meant the most to her.
"Yes, mama, I can't see myself without you. I ain't saying right now but one day, I wanna make an honest woman out of you." Issy pulled her close and kissed her deeply. The way he felt for the girl couldn't be explained. Issy just knew he had already fallen for Coco and he never wanted to let her go.

"No matter what you do, you could never make an honest woman out of her."
They both looked up to find Glory descending the stairs wearing gray sweats and a T-shirt. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and her eyes burned with such intensity, she could probably spit fire from them.
"Why you say that, G?" Issy asked with raised brows. Coco looked from Glory to Issy to Glory and back. She knew everything was about to turn to shit and true enough it was her fault. She glanced at Issy lovingly. No doubt she loved that man and would kiss the ground that he walked on. June was a mistake. A mistake she never planned to repeat. She just wanted to erase his image from her brain and the entire trip to Miami with it. She couldn't lose Issy. Not just because she was in love but she also had no where else to go. She hadn't communicated with Island in weeks and her own mother made it clear she wasn't welcomed at home. If Glory spilled the beans and Issy believed her, Coco knew she'd be homeless. There were only three solutions: Deny, Deny, Deny.
"Ask your bitch what she was up to while you were out of town, Issy." Glory made it to the bottom of the steps, stepped in front of them, and folded her arms, waiting to rain bombs all over Chanel Taylor.
"I don't.. what are you talking about Glory?" Coco played the dummy role, standing to be face to face with Glory and pretending to be innocent. Issy glanced between the both of them, a bad feeling in his stomach.
"I knew you would lie. Issy, ask you bitch about Miami." Glory was so upset, her eye twitched and her hands shook, even as she balled them into a fist.
"Call me a bitch again.." Coco dared her.
"BITCH!"
"Alright. Enough! What the fuck is going on here? You told me on the phone you were cool with G." Issy stood to his feet and looked to Coco for answers. "Why the fuck is she bringing up Miami? What happened in Miami?"
Coco had to think quickly. This was the moment everything would fall apart and Coco was determined to not let that happen.
"Okay, yes, I was planning a trip for us. A trip to Miami. Just us, babe. I think your little pet is upset 'cause she can't go."
"Ayios Mios! Are you fucking serious?! Issy, this bitch of yours-"
WHAP!!
Glory never saw the blow coming. Coco had slapped her so hard, she was momentarily dazed. Issy immediately ran to her aid.
"Chanel, what the fuck?! G, you good?"
"I told that BITCH to watch her fucking mouth!"
"Puta!!" Glory went full throttle, launching towards Coco but Issy held her back before she could do damage.
"Issy, she's a fucking liar! She's not planning a trip to Miami! She already went! June flew her-"
"June?" Issy repeated, now glaring at his woman.
"You need to quit snorting so much coke, bitch, 'cause now you just confused. Baby, don't listen to her. Yes, I've been to Miami..a long time ago. A nigga flew me out and it was a great time. That was years ago. She only knows that because I mentioned to her that we were going to Miami and the story came up. I don't know why she's trying to start shit with us. Some FRIEND you have here." Coco shook her head, using her sarcastic tone to further get under her skin.
"So who the fuck is June?" Issy asked again.
"I took the trip in June. She's confused, Issy. Those white lines are turning into blurred lines. But she ain't finna ruin my relationship because of her addiction."
"What is she talking about, Glory? You don't sniff no white. Do you?"
Glory breathed heavily. With her lip bleeding from Coco's blow, she felt her veins about to burst as she kept her mouth closed. It hadn't crossed her mind but Coco must've noticed all the cocaine and cocaine residue on the table in the hotel room when she burst in to save Glory from her attackers. Glory thought her secret was safe this whole time. She should've figured Coco would use any leverage she had to keep her place in Issy's life.
Glory finally exhaled deeply feeling like a child getting scored by her parents. "It's not an addiction, Issy. I only do it to escape my problems, you know?"
"And where the fuck are you getting it from?" Issy directed his anger towards Glory, turning his back to his woman. Glory began to cower before him as she looked up at his hate filled eyes. "I lace all these blocks from here to halfway cross town. I got every soldier serving fiends on payroll and I know for a fact they ain't serving you. They wouldn't disrespect me like that when I gave them specific instructions not to. You've been through this before Glory and you told me you were off that shit!!"
Glory could feel the tears threatening to fall. Her mind went back a few years when she was less reckless than now. Her boyfriend Javier was selling weight and once Glory laid her eyes on the white, she fell in love. Glory was taking his product and snorting it up her nose frequently. When Javi caught wind, he beat her ass to a pulp but to no avail. She was still hooked. He eventually put her in rehab and got locked up only days later. Javier had reach so he had a goon on the outside making sure she stayed on the straight and narrow. She checked out of rehab and the whole time, she was fucking said dude and still snorting Coke. Javier made Issy promise to get her help when he touched down. Glory hid her habit so well from him, he thought she'd changed. Now the truth was on the table and she couldn't sweep it under the rug.
Issy reached for the phone in his pocket and took a few steps away from them. He put in a call and paced around, impatiently waiting for an answer.
"Rico, find out who the fuck been serving Glory! I want a name and I want the nigga dead! Now!" He yelled into the burner phone.
"Glory? Javi's girl?" Asked young Rico, a Columbian teen that had always been loyal to Javier. Now that Javi was locked up, he answered to Issy.
"Who else, my nigga?! Just find out for me 'cause-"
"Boss, nobody's giving her shit. You gave us direct orders to-"
"Imma hit you back." Issy ended his call abruptly and his eyes flared at Glory as he ascended the steps. She could do nothing but shed tears as she held her head down. Glory had fucked up. Major. She was so busy trying to expose Coco's demons that she failed to protect her own.
Issy came down the steps minutes later with a brick of cocaine in hand. There was a rip on the side showing were someone had obviously opened and taken from it.
"How did you find my stash, G?" Issy asked through gritted teeth. He had a floorboard upstairs tweaked and inside he was hiding four bricks and close to $150,000 in cash. Issy told no one where he rest at except for his current roommates. Absolutely NO ONE was suppose to know about his floorboard stash. Now, mysteriously, two bricks were missing, one was ripped open, and Issy didn't have to guess who was responsible.
"I followed you one night a while ago. I saw you put some cash inside and the brick was sticking out. The next day, I ...I'm sorry, Issy." Glory cried.
He slammed the drugs on the table heatedly. Coco just watched in shock as he grabbed Glory's shoulders and shook her violently.
"You fucking stole from me?! FROM ME, G??!" He roared. "All I've done is make sure YOU was good and you steal from me?!" There was more hurt than anger in his tone. Issy could hardly believe the betrayal.
"Issy please....just tell me what to do. I..." she reached out and hugged his torso pleading for her livelihood. She knew if Issy was ruthless like his cellmate, Javier, then she'd be lucky to keep her life.
"You're going to rehab first thing in the morning and you ain't getting out till all of this shit is out of your system. You can either get help or go out there and fend for yourself. Either way, you ain't staying here no more, Glory. I can't trust you." Issy removed her arms  from around him and took a step back, eyeing her with disgust on his face. Nothing had prepared him for this disappointment.
"Go pack ya shit. You going to a hotel tonight and rehab from there. If you don't wanna do that, just pack ya shit and get the fuck out of my house." Issy glared at his use to be friend as she dragged herself upstairs. He knew he'd have to move his stash, not because he didn't trust Coco but he knew Glory could tell whoever she wanted about it. Issy couldn't risk someone coming back to rob him. He had no trust left for Gloria.
"Baby...you okay?" Coco approached her man from behind, arms wrapping around his waist. "I'm sorry all of this happened. I mean, you just got home and-"
"Tell me she was really talking crazy and that you ain't playing me, Coco. On top of this, I couldn't handle that." Issy said, his head hung low. Coco came around to face him, resting her forehead against his and her hands on both sides of his neck.
"Baby, If nobody got you, I got you. Okay?" Coco said, just lying through her fucking teeth with a straight face. Issy felt some hesitation but after a few seconds, he fell into a deep kiss with Coco, flooding passion into it. Issy just didn't want to believe his woman could be doing him the same way Gloria did Javier. He feared it would not only break his heart but it would also drive him completely mad. Issy didn't even wanna think about it.

His phone went off in pocket, interrupting their intimate moment. Issy took a glance at the screen and answered immediately.
"What's up, Boss?" He asked, turning his back to Coco.
"We need to talk ASAP. Meet me at the spot."
That was the only thing said before the call ended. Issy faced Coco once more.
"I gotta go, mama."
"But you just got home, Issy." Coco whined, hanging on to him.
"I know. I know but I'll be back, alright?" Issy kissed her one last time before heading out.
Coco looked up towards the stairs, amazed at how the whole situation with Glory manage to work itself out. She didn't even need to get her hands THAT dirty. With a triumphant smile, Coco grabbed her roses and Chanel bags then headed towards her bedroom, feeling like a total winner.