Through The Storm | NBA Youngboy

13.

CONTINUING FROM CHAPTER 12.

"What you mean he's missing?" I knitted my eyebrows together.

"What the hell you think? We ain't seen the nigga in days." KD stated aggressively.

"That nigga ain't missing. Kentrell is loved and respected Especially in Baton Rouge." I retorted back at him.

"Man Jayla can we just come in, we need to figure out how we gon find em. Befo' it's too late." Boomer protested.

I stood aside letting them in, taking a deep breath before walking into the living room sitting down with the rest of them. We all sat around quietly for a second before the only one that's been quiet the whole time spoke.

"Somebody gon die. I promise you dat. I'm tired of them nigga's from the other side." Ben said clutching on his gun that sat in his lap.

"What are you talking about Ben?" I raised my eyebrow looking at him.

"Kentrell claim to be this nigga who just focused on music tryna get his life together but that nigga has been and always will be heavy in da streets. Mfs BEEN on his head." He sighed.

"Why wouldn't he tell me this ?" I looked around. "Why wouldn't y'all tell me?"

"It ain't our place Jayla. Dat was a convo between you and YB." Beenie pleaded.

"But-" I got cut off.

"We can talk about all da extras later. We don't have time for dat shit right now." Boomer snapped.

Before I could say anything someone was banging on my door again. I sighed loudly and went to the door swinging it open to see a fuming Montana.

"And what the fuck is wrong with you Tana?" I said.

"IT'S FREDO. FREDO GOT MY LIL NIGGA BRUH." He spat

All of a sudden I heard feet running down the steps. I turned around to see Kianna and Noelle now standing in the doorway with a mug on their face.

"Fredo Bang?" Kianna said folding her arms.

"Yeah, the fuck it matter to you?" Montana questioned.

"That's our fucking brother. That's why it matter to us. The fuck y'all want wit him?" Noelle jumped in front of Kianna.

I couldn't believe none of the shit I was hearing. My head started spinning and I felt sick to be honest. None of this shit was making sense, feels like everybody was hiding shit from me and it was all hitting me at one time. Not to mention if Fredo is their brother that makes him my fuckin' cousin. Kentrell and the whole gang probably not gon want nothing to do with me after this. I had zoned out so much that I didn't even realize there was now a full blown argument going on in my living room.

"AIN'T NOBODY TOUCHING MY MF BROTHER AND THAT'S ON ME. FUCK KENTRELL." Kianna yelled at the gang and Montana.

"Kianna watch your fuckin' mouth. How you gon say fuck Kentrell, you don't even know him." I blurted out angrily.

"You on these nigga's side? Over your family bitch? Are you serious!?" Noelle spat, shaking her head.

"She ain't even kno' you bitches existed so don't try to act like you hurt in the ass cause she care about Kentrell first before you." KD said from across the room.

"She only care cause she fucking on Kentrell." Noelle retorted back before covering her mouth.

I can't believe she just fucking said that. Can't tell these bitches nothing without them running their fucking mouth.

"FUCKINGGGGGG?" Ben said holding his chest.

"You fucking Kentrell? KENTRELLLLLL!?" KD added.

"I mean dat shit obvious af." Beenie and Boomer said in unison, laughing.

"NONE OF THIS SHIT MATTER RIGHT NOW. WE NEED TO FIND WHERE KENTRELL IS." Montana screamed, making us jump.

"Y'all ain't gon be able to." Kianna smirked and before anyone could say anything else, Montana had her up against the wall with a gun to her head.

"Bitch you gon help us find him. I'll blow yo fuckin head off and it's on my kids I won't hesitate." He said through gritted teeth.

I saw out the corner of my eye that Noelle grabbed my momma bat out the closet, walking toward Montana. I swiftly grabbed Ben's gun before he could and aimed it at her head.

"Swing bitch, I dare you." I spoke before everyone looked at me in shock.

"I know you know where your brother be at, so where the fuck is he!?"

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