Brittany Hills Chronicles: Act 3

Wesley 75

I was literally fuckin over this place, O'Shea had proven himself to be the ultimate bitch nigga, Avery and Najee well they tended to do their own thing, Kofi didn't really socialize with anyone except for Fat Daddy, Najee, and Avery, and speaking of Fat Daddy he was acting like a straight bitch. If that nigga had a problem with me he needed to man the fuck up and say it instead of ignoring me.... he's been ignoring me since Thanksgiving and I knew he probably felt some type of way about me telling O'Shea about him and Romeraux. He needed to get over it, that was an honest mistake and he just needed to realize that I never expected O'Shea to out them like that..... To make things worse I was stuck in House Three for the day and things here were.... weird; Jace and Quantavius weren't speaking and I knew they were having issues, I'm just glad they didn't know that I also played a part in that little scheme, Carter's daughter wouldn't stop crying and I was about to put that little bitch on the porch, Masai kept staring at me like he wanted to fight, and Idris sat off to the side actually studying.... I was growing bored of Brittany Hills and with each passing second, Quentarius's offer was looking more and more tempting.

"Can someone explain why I'm still fuckin here? It really shouldn't take them that fuckin long to figure out what to do..... send Fat Daddy over here and send one of y'all over there.... boom problem solved." I said looking around the room.

"Yeah the thing is... we have a nice little flow going on here, we all get along and though I'm sure Fat Daddy would fit in nicely over here, the problem is whoever goes over there will definitely want to beat O'Shea's ass." Carter said as he finally picked up his crying ass daughter. "When I see O'Shea it's a fuckin wrap, I really don't give a fuck about going to jail either, Masai wants to fight him because O'Shea keeps talking shyt, Ronnie has seniority here so there's no way in hell they'll send him over there.... which leave Tay, Jace, or Idris." Carter said.

"Y'all can keep Jace.... send Tay or Idris, problem solved, still I'm not understanding why I'm the only one who had to come over here." I said again, growing irritated as Carter's daughter started crying again.

"Hold up.... I'm not about to let that shade slide, I promise you Wesley I don't want to go over there anyway. It still smells like Donovan is living in the walls and no amount of Febreze will be able to fix that... what I'm trying to figure out is why every time you start talking Corrina starts crying, Tay do you have a theory on that?" Jace asked looking at Tay who stared at him for a second and walked off.

"Maybe you should figure out why your nigga isn't your nigga anymore and stop worrying about what the fuck I'm saying." I said and Jace looked like he was about to say something but he realized that it was safer to go talk to Tay. "AND CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THAT BABY THE FUCK UP DAMN!!! THAT LITTLE B.... THING HAS BEEN CRYING SINCE I GOT HERE!!!!" I yelled and the whole room got quiet, even the baby who looked at me and smirked. Masai and Idris got up and moved the table off to the side while Ronnie, who seemed to appear out of nowhere took the baby and walked into the kitchen.

"You wanna run that back? What were you about to call my daughter?" Carter asked and unlike O'Shea I wasn't about to take no L to his lame ass nigga. Carter stood up at the same time I did and I was just about to take off on this nigga when Monique walked into the living room saving Carter from an ass-whoopin.

"Wesley, I need you to come into the office real quick." She said looking around, I knew she couldn't be that damn stupid because it was obvious what was about to happen. I looked at Carter and smirked as I followed Monique, if I had a kid and someone disrespected them I promise there would've been no talking... which goes to show how soft House Three was. "I need you to go to O'Shea's house and check on him." Monique said.

"Why do I gotta do it?" I asked heated, O'Shea was still on my shyt list for that little stunt he pulled with the kitchen, hell we were still suffering because of that bullshyt.