Love Games: A Tyga Fanfic

Chapter 26

Tyga

I sat on my throne waiting for Trell, and Nino to come by. I had some news I wanted to share and I needed to let them know first.

I went to my bar, poured myself a gin and tonic, and waited. My brain rattled with information.

“Yo, Ty!” I heard Nino call from the entrance of my house. 

“I’m on the throne!” I yelled back. Most people would call, “The throne”, the toilet, but no nigga, I got a real throne. King Shit!

Both Trell and Nino came sauntering in the room. They sat down on the leather chairs on the other side of the room.

“So, what’s so important?” Nino asked, sinking into his chair.

I took a sip of my gin and finally spoke. “I found out who shot Breezy.”

They sat up straight when I said that. They knew it was real business at hand.

“Who?” Trell asked.

“Ross and Drake’s boys.” I answered, taking another sip of my drink.

“How you know that?” Nino asked.

“Well, when Chris got shot we were chilling on Ross’ territory. I guess he felt some type of way about it. You know, because the leader of another drug gang was there. That still doesn’t give you the right to shoot up me and my boy.” I explained.

“Damn, word. So, what you gon do?” Nino asked again.

“I don’t know yet. I know that we’re going to get em where it hurts, their money. A couple dead guys over there is nothing to them, but you fuck with me, you fuck with the best.” I declared, ticking my leg on the floor. 

“Ross and Drake gon get theirs you better believe.” I muttered, gulping the last of my liquor.

Delaine

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, not knowing how to comprehend what I witnessed my father about to do.

Faintly, I heard the doorbell ring. I knew it was my father. I was not ready to face him after what just happened.

My phone blared through my room, letting Rita Ora’s voice drift through the stillness of my bedroom.

I looked over to my phone to see my Dad’s contact. I sighed heavily and looked back up at the ceiling. 

When my cell phone stopped ringing, my house phone started. My dad was being relentless. After 4 or 5 rings it stopped and my answering machine picked up.

“Hey, it’s Delaine. Where you hear that tone, leave me a message.” My recorded voice said. The beep sounded and my father’s voice started.

“Hey, Delaine, you know it’s me. I’m really sorry about how you found out. I wish we could’ve talked about it. Anyway, I don’t know why you’re so mad at me anyway, it’s your boyfriend who sold me the drugs.” He speaks. I sat up instantly. Did he just say? How did he find out?

I got out of bed and pushed my feet into my slides. I peered through the blinds discreetly, and I saw him backing out of the parking lot. I grabbed my keys, and phone and left my house. You already know where I’m going. 

Tyga

Trell, Nino, and I just sat around smoking, and drinking. I heard loud banging at my front door and at first; I thought it was my imagination. After the repetitive knocking, I finally mustered the energy to walk the front door. 

I opened the door to find a distraught Delaine.

“Hey.” I slurred.

“So, on top of you selling drugs to the other Chicago population, you sell them to my parents? My parents of all people?” She sneered, walking into my house. That comment was very sobering.

“What are you talking about?” I asked genuinely. 

“You know, I would think that my family is off limits.” She continues, ignoring my question.

“Delaine, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I replied.

“Stop playing dumb, Michael; or are you Tyga right now because you’re drunk and high?” 

“Delaine, let’s not do this right now. Let’s talk about this without being so erratic.” I say, trying to mollify her.

“Talk, talk, talk! That’s all that people want to do anymore, is talk. Yet, nobody can give me the fucking answers I’m looking for.” She declares, pacing through the house.

“What do you want to know, Dee.” I asked, calmly.

“Were you absent the last fucking five minutes? Why are you selling drugs to my father? Better yet, why did you refrain from telling me that my dad was a fucking junkie?”

My eyes widened. Whoa, that’s a lot to take in when you’re dunk and high.

Trell and Nino emerge from the back room and silently try to escape.

“Oh great, the idiot twins are here. Is there anyone else here, Blac Chyna, other hoes?” She yells.

I stand there dumbstruck with Trell and Nino because, neither of us wants to move cause she my go off some more.

“Trell, Nino, can you shed some light on this situation?” She asks. Damn, I’ve never seen Delaine this mad before.

“Ion know anything, Delaine, I swear.” Trell says. 

“Me either.” Nino adds. 

“You are of no good use to me, you guys are dismissed. Safe travels home, boys.” She shoos them off.

I still stand there, without moving a muscle. I try to sober up quick so I can handle this situation.

“So, my father?” She starts, again.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner, but he told me not to tell you.” 

She rolls her eyes. “And exactly how long ago was this.”

“Umm, it was at your dinner party.” I answer softly. Her eyes widen.

“So, you knew for 8 fucking months and you didn’t tell me?” She whispers, harshly.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I reply.

“Stop saying that.” She grits. Damn, she’s really gone off the deep end.

“Well, you still haven’t answered my question.”

“What question?”

“Did you or did you not sell my father heroin.”

“I did not.” I answer.

“So, you’re going to continue to lie to me. Okay!” She yells and just like that she’s gone.