Sequel to Make it Last Forever
Fast forward three years: Trey and Lashontae are still divorced and co parenting their two beautiful children. They've been able to remain cordial for the kids, but are they secretly wanting that old thing back?
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Trey
"What up?" Jay spoke as I walked up their driveway.
He and Bey closed on a two hundred million dollar mansion here in LA a while ago; but they'd only moved in over the last few days from NYC.
"Shawn Carter in California, what the fuck is up?"
He chuckled with a shrug.
"It's whatever to make the lady happy. You know how that go."
"All too well."
"Come on in."
I followed him inside and took a glance around.
"This is fly. Where your people?"
"Yachting in Capri with Ms.Tina. They left this morning. Yours?"
"They at the house."
We made our way to his man cave and got comfortable.
"Want a lil smoke and something to sip?"
"Fa sho," I responded coming out of my jacket, "how you enjoying being out here?"
He handed over an unlit raw cone filled with biscotti kush and a small glass of whiskey.
"It's cool," he replied, "different, but it's aight."
He sat across from me on a leather sectional and turned on the Knicks versus Pistons game.
"Looked into ole boy," he said after a while sipping from his glass, "he's on parole. Did some time for possession charges. Just got out about two months ago."
I shook my head and lit up the weed.
"Looks like moms was a regular visitor of his. He did eight years. She's on his visitor logs for the last two."
"Shit is crazy," I replied getting heated, "what the fuck does she want with this nigga?"
"He's got a job at a warehouse in Virginia, been working there since he got out. I got an address on him too. Seems like an apartment building near downtown Richmond."
I didn't say anything as I smoked.
"Maybe your Moms is right. Maybe he turned his life around."
Instantly, I shook my head.
"I don't think so."
There was a brief moment of silence before I spoke again.
"And how you get all that info?"
"A childhood friend of mine has his own security firm. They do a lot of private investigations and what not. He owed me a favor."
"Interesting."
"Seems to be pretty successful too. He's got a lot of high end clients; politicians, lawyers, other celebs."
"It's actually a good idea for a business." I mumbled.
