StaR-CrosseD🔱 {Book 1}

Part Sixteen: Coffee

"Sure it's yours?" Quincy asked Rico who was pacing up and down their father's living room.

Rico paused and gave him a nasty look, at this point he wasn't sure why he even bothered telling Quincy serious shit.

"What? I'm just saying bro, if you throw a brick anywhere round the block you finna hit a nigga that fucked the bitch."

"Man shut the fuck up!" Rico spat and stormed out, just as pops was walking in.

The man turned to look at his enraged son. "What's wrong with you?" Pops asked.

"Nothing, I'm good. Just need a smoke." Rico answered as he walked out.

Pops turned to look at Quincy. "What's going on with him?"

"No idea."

"Mmhmm...bet you don't. Y'all two know you ain't teenagers no more right? Why are y'all hiding out in my house instead of facing your shit?"

Quincy shrugged without looking up from his phone.

Pops shook his head and turned to head out when Quincy suddenly looked up and got on his feet, stopping him.

"Aye pops, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"What's up?"

Quincy shuffled from feet to feet unsure of how to go about the conversation. "Uhm... Was thinking..."

"Wow don't hurt yourself there." Pops teased with a small smile on his face.

Quincy mean mugged him playfully before continuing. "Is it cool if I tell Seb bout y'all? About everything. See I feel like this whole bullshit started when I ain't feel like I could share everything with him, that's how I lost him and I wanna fix that."

Pops thought about what his son was asking, with an expressionless look on his face.

Quincy got nervous. Fearing he may have crossed a line he tried again. "I ain't tryna disrespect you or nothing, I mean I know that shit is personal to you and under normal circumstances I won't ask. But I want him back Dad, we're going to have another baby and I want my family back." He pleaded, and he only  ever used 'dad' when he really needed a favour.

Tyrone's head snapped up at the news, and a huge grin spread across his face. He pulled Quincy into a fierce hug "Congrats son." He let go and looked at his son for a second. "And yeah you can tell him, but I gotta talk to Spencer first, that's his story too, and his kid."

Quincy nodded. "Sure. Thanks." Pops flicked him on his forehead playfully and started to walked out again, but not before Quincy yelled one last thing at him. "You might wanna check on your kid though, he's going through it!" Pops gave him a look, then changed direction to where Rico had disappeared into.

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Quincy sat on the bar counter at Blaze four hours later, with his legs dangling in the air. He was smoking a blunt and half listening to Marky's list of demands for setting up the new vip room. Rico usually handled this shit because he didn't have the time for it, but that nígga had some personal shit to deal with and this shit had to be done with an urgency.

"Uh hey..." A nervous voice called from the doorway.

Quincy's eyes flew open, and Marky paused and turned towards the door as well. Little dude from the other day stood there looking sheepish, with a smile on his face and two cups of coffee in his hands. "Sup." Q said, then dismissed Marky.

"I just wanted to stop by and say thank you for helping me out the other day."

"You aight." Quincy replied. "It look like you're healing nicely too." He pointed to the rapidly fading bruises on the boy's face.

Marlo smiled shyly. "I brought you some coffee, you know... to say thank you."

Quincy studied the nervous boy in front of him, Marlo didn't come off as the shy type to him, so the fact that he was shuffling around like a little kid made Q smile. "I don't drink coffee, it makes my dick itch. But I'mma drink this one just for you."

Marlo laughed, then handed him the coffee. "Thanks I guess," he chucked. "See you around?" Quincy nodded, then Marlo walked out.

Quincy was still smiling at the whole scene that just took place when ole boy reappeared like two seconds later. "I don't have to be anywhere for a couple of hours, would you like some company?" Marlo asked.

Quincy gave him a look, then jumped down from the counter and walked close to the boy, he lifted Marlo's chin with a finger and looked into his eyes. He just knew that all he had to do was lean in a little and little dude would be screaming his name out back. But instead he asked, "What do you know bout fixing up a vip room, I need some help setting up upstairs for my high profile clients."

Marlo smirked and looked up to meet Quincy's gaze. "What do I get in return? I don't work for free." He flirted.

"What do you want?"

"Well I have a list of demands, but because I'm a nice guy I'll only ask one." He teased. "Would you go to a party with me? One of my roommates is turning 21 and I don't wanna go by myself."

Quincy licked his lips involuntarily, then tucked a loose strand of hair behind Marlo's ear, before replying. "Maybe."