Gang Ties

Epilogue

18 Years Later

Cole

Samatha pulled at the loose tee covering my torso, grinding against my erect member.

I pulled away, failing to escape her.

"Sam, no..."

"Shh, it's okay."

I fell weak under her spell, guiding her hips against me in slow, circular motions; catching gusts of her sugary perfume.

My phone let out a loud screech notifying me of the time.

I swore under my breath, tapping into my inner strength to push her off.

"What the fuck, Cole?" Samatha scoffed, pushing her dirty blonde hair away.

"I'm sorry, you know how important dinners with my dad are." I pulled my baggy shirt over my head and searched the closet for a new one.

"It wouldn't kill you to miss one."

"It would."

My brother, Damon, and I live very privileged lives, a large part of the reason is how hard our parents work. My mother, Claire Braxton, is a successful fashion designer, while my father, Reid Braxton, is a very busy businessman and gang leader, yes, surprising occupations.

My mother's fortunate enough to create her own schedule, fitting in enough time for our family, but my father isn't as lucky.  Due to this, he dedicates Tuesdays to Damon, Fridays to me, Saturdays to my mom, and Sundays to all of us.

Call me a daddy's boy, but I'll die before I miss any time with my dad.

I buttoned the custom CVD shirt, my mother's brand, and slid into a pair of jeans while Samantha huffed to herself.

"I'm going." She proclaimed, standing up with rage.

"Not a good idea, it's family night." I nonchalantly answered while fixing my hair.

"I am family." Samatha stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

It's going to be a long night.

I entered the house with my arm draped around Samantha, leading her to the dining room.  Damon sat at the set table, his face in a book.

"You don't read enough at Howard?" Damon looked up from his book, smiling once he saw me.  I returned the smile, walking away from Samantha to hug him.

"Mom's gonna get you." He whispered during the hug, referring to Samantha.

"Hello to you too." I sighed, letting him go.

"Cole?" My dad entered the room, grinning at me, he looked over to Samantha and shook his head, coming over to hug me nonetheless.

"I don't even have to tell you." He chortled, I nodded at him, slightly cowering in his presence.

I knew it was a bad idea to bring Samantha and the overwhelming drilling from the brother and father didn't make it any better.

"Hi, Mr.Braxton."

"Samantha." My dad cleared his throat, taking his place at the head of the table.

"Is that Cole- uH!" My mother entered the dining room, nearly dropping the lasagna once she saw Samantha.

A long night, indeed.

Damon and I had lively conversations with dad while mom stared daggers at Samantha, I tried my best to avoid her hard gaze once she focused it on me.