Hold You Down.

Job Position.

"Empty your pockets." the guard said patting my pockets.

Here I was at Tucker Max about to face My REAL Father for the first time. Since I accepted the position, I asked GOD to give me closure here in LA. I'm leaving everything but my baby Hustle behind. I decided to come visit my father Antwon I can feel my heart in my stomach. But this is something I must do.

"Antwon Williams Booth 6." I sat on the other side of the glass in this visitation area nervous as fuck and sweating I'm most definitely gone need a blunt after this.

The door from the back where the inmates are swung open & I could feel my heart fall in my stomach. A brown - skinned older looking man but he still looked good and buff with shackles on his feet, hands and waist damn they not playing.

This man Antwon, My Father, looked just like Adrian and my sister Jasmine. He sat down in front of me and the both of us was just staring...

Suddenly, he picked up the phone & I could read his lips saying "My beautiful baby."

 I was sweating bullets still stuck, I picked up the phone & waited for him to speak first.

I honestly don't know what to say my own Mother told me Luther was my Father. Although, that bitch ruined my life he still all I know and the only Father figure I ever had...

"Riana. " he said.

I couldn't believe it his eyes were watering up we both started crying & it was just a awkward silence.

"Hey, Mr. Antwon." I said to him wiping away my tears while smiling causing us both to laugh and breaking the awkward silence.

"Please, call me Dad." He said laughing.

"I'm sorry, This is just you know it's hard for me." I said to him holding my head down.

He paused for a couple seconds before speaking again.

"Riana, I know this is even harder for me the last time I seen you, you were a baby my precious Daughter. My First Daughter please believe me When I lost my family, I lost myself I've been here y'all whole life not to mention my Daughters was traumatized into believing another Man was their Father I am so sorry about Jasmine- "

"Look, Antwon just stop please ..." I cut him off. 

I wasn't blaming anyone for anything as of right now the past is the past and I honestly don't want to reminisce on any old memories besides when Jasmine was by my side.

I miss my sister so much more and more every day, I pray to God he keeps her safe and out of harms way until I find her again, I never stopped searching for my sister. I love her to death and I will never give up on her.

Antwon stares at me without looking away with tears falling down his face.

"I'm so sorry Riana I'm so so sorry." He cried.

"1 MINUTE" one of the bald head guards from the back yelled.

"Okay, I'm so happy that you came to see me with everything going on, I will keep my ears & eyes open, Just because I'm in here don't mean I can't make some pulls and Riana I don't know how close you & Hustle mom are but, you really should talk to her tell her I sent you. I love you baby girl." Antwon said hanging up the phone and getting up from his seat with tears falling down his face.

I got up from the chair and headed out towards the door,  I don't know what I expected to happen on this visit but I damn sure didn't plan to walk out this jail crying for my Real Father Antwon.

I wonder what's so special about Hustle mom? Why do he want us to speak with her so bad? We tried once that's when Adrian tried talking to her two years ago. I'm not about to kiss no ass, I just wanted closure with my Father.

I don't need no distractions from My New Job position in New York, I'm so excited. At the same time nervous and scared to be in a whole new state where I must start off fresh just me and my niece Angel.

I got to my car & started up I pulled my phone out from my glove department I had to cut it off and put it up since we can't take phones into the prison during visitation.

Once I cut my phone back on I notice I had 12 missed calls from my Boss.

What the hell.. let me call her back to see what's up.

"Hello, Riana?" My boss said picking up the phone. 

I can tell it was something important by the tone of her voice .

"Yes ma'am?" I respond.   As I was now pulling out of the prison driveway heading back home.

"I have a big move for you I have a house right now in New York for $1.5 Million If you sell the house to the client whose interested you will receive $300,000."

"$300,000??" I repeated

"Yes, $300,000 as soon as you sale the house. Now, we have an NBA star player interested in our first $1.5 Million home but thing is he wants to meet this weekend so you will have to pack your things & move to New York this week everything paid for." She stated.

Damn. It seems like every time GOD open a door for me the devil come right behind him and shut that motherfucka. This Lady clearly saying I must pack up and move now. But, $300,000 + my $50,000 contract bonus wow! Me and my niece will be super straight, and I don't have to pay rent for 6 months.

DAMN!

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