A Dangerous Illusion (COMPLETE)

N I N E T E E N

'Back against the wall, middle fingers in the air

Busting through the crowd, they gon' feel me now

Straight shooter from the hip, yeah, we heavy in here

Tell me get 'em, then I got 'em (get 'em)'

_-_

K I N G

Omari smiled, pecking Maya's soft lips while she tried to avoid his shower of kisses. Keira smiled while she observed the two. She could see that her brother was happy - something he hadn't been for the past four years. Kameron eyed the couple before turning to Tracy (her best friend) to avoid the sight.

A loud cry made everyone freeze in the kitchen, "WHAT THE FUCK DEVONTE?!"

"What the hell..." Omari muttered.

He loosened his grip on Mayalika, pecking her temple, "I'll be back." before he slipped out of the comfort of the kitchen and into the sweltering beams of sun that shone into the back garden.

A small crowd had formed around the attraction. Omari had to push his way through just to see two women and a baby, who sat on the hip of the younger woman. The older lady was glaring heatedly at Devonte. Omari pushed through the swarm of people until he was standing directly in front of the two.

"What the hell is going on?!" He questioned.

His dad shrugged, "That's what I'm wondering." he replied calmly. The woman snorted rolling her eyes and gazing into Devonte's eyes. She was a beautiful woman: her skin a clear shade of chocolate and her curly hair surrounding her found plump face that was etched with lines that only came from experience in life. Her full lips were set into a pout and her small eyes narrowed at Devonte.

Devonte folded his arms hotly replying, "She's drunk, when I tried to take the bottle of whiskey from her she got upset."

Omari cast his eyes down to her hands where a bottle of whiskey was being nursed. He sighed, feeling a headache coming on.

"Mum, what are you doing here?" He turned to the older woman before casting his eyes on the other woman, "And why did you take it upon yourself to bring Quinn?" Quinn scoffed.

"I didn't invite her, she invited herself and secondly I wanted to come to see this new girlfriend of yours." His mother smiled.

Quinn stubbly rolled her eyes at the sound of his new 'girlfriend'. Quinn had accidentally bumped into Omari's mother, Denelle in Walmart on the bakery aisle.

Denelle had been looking at already made baked goods to bring to the cookout when she had been ambushed by Quinn who was lay waiting her. Quinn had quickly hurried onto the aisle towards Denelle a grin on her face.

"This is why my ass doesn't shop at Walmart no more. Always running into people I don't wanna see." Denelle mumbled before smiling falsely at Quinn. She hadn't seen the thot since she had left her son for another man, pregnant and married.

"Mamma D is that you?" Quinn exclaimed pushing her trolley in the direction of the older lady. Denelle had fought the urge to roll her eyes as she stared at the younger girl, she reminded her of Blac Chyna - a hoe who popped it open at the sound of money.

"Chile, I told you to call me Miss Davies," Denelle said.

Quinn giggled lightly, her baby whining slightly in her pram. Quinn glanced down at the restless child before turning her sights back onto Denelle.