Happy Easter.

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Jaws are about to drop, be prepared.

LAYLANI

"Momma, he is so cool, oh my God!" I exclaim, talking about Reshawd. The only problem is he's so mean. She chuckles. "Let me see him." she says. I hand her my phone so she can see my favorite picture of us I have as my background. It's the one where he was kissing my cheek with his hand on my thigh. She freezes up. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Um... baby, he's my sister's step son." she awkwardly says. I look at her funny. "What?" I ask. My dad walks in. "Wassup, Ziante'?" he asks, kissing her lips.

"What are you talking about, mom?" I ask. She gives me a look to cut it out. "Hey, Money." she says. My parents have been married for a year now. I was raised here in Jamaica with him because I was born when her and my dad were younger so my dad's mom raised me here. My mom had another son who's older than me that stayed in California with her. She had another daughter and a son but she said her daughter was killed or something. Plus, she was married to some mixed guy.

"Hey, baby girl." my dad says, kissing my forehead. I stare at my mom. "Hey dad." I say, smiling. "Imma be back." he tells my mom, then walks out. She pulls her photo album out then shows me a picture of Reshawd on her back when he was a little boy. "He's my sister, Zaya's step son. We haven't spoken in forever. I ended up here because some crazy stuff happened that I don't understand. I was held hostage and a freaking look alike of me pretended to be me the whole time. Baby, I don't get it at all and my family think I'm a snake and they think I'm dead." she says, tearing up as she flips through the album.

"It doesn't make sense." I say. "Laylani, I had a separate life. Reshawd's daddy is at the top of the list of world's most notorious drug lords and my sister, Zaya, and my ex husband Roc are at the top with him. They had a lot of enemies and one enemy took me and captured me and brought in a bitch who looks just like me, it's creepy and things went from there. They think I'm a bad person and they think I'm dead when the reality is, it ain't true." she says.

"Oh my God, so Reshawd's my cousin?" I panic. She laughs a little. "No... yall ain't related. Your brother, DJ had a thing for his sister, Heaven anyways." she answers. "What happened with them?" I ask. Wow, his family must be really beautiful because my mom's sister is gorgeous and the picture of her and all of Reshawd's siblings when they were younger says a lot. I bet they look even better now. "Girl, he took the girl's virginity, got her pregnant, and didn't wanna man up. So, she hit him, he hit back, she told her dad, then he shot DJ." she says. I shake my head. "Do you ever wanna reconnect?" I ask. "No... because it'll be hard for them to believe and they'll kill me." she says.

"What if I can set something up with Reshawd so you can connect with your sister again?" I ask, getting an idea. "Chill out, Laylani." she demands. I smile. "Okay, mom." I say. My phone lights up and Reshawd's face and name flashes across the screen. "Do not say anything." my mom sternly says as I answer the phone.

"Hello?" I answer, smiling. He is the shit but I could never express that to him. "Wassup?" he asks in a smooth, deep voice. "Did you just wake up?" I ask, feeling my panties get moist which is weird considering the fact my mom is in the bed with me.

"Naw. I'm chillin'. Thinkin bout you." he slowly says, making me blush. "Really?" I ask, biting my lip. "Yeah. Thinkin' bout how ugly and flat chested you are." he slowly says, then starts coughing and laughing like he high.

I smack my lips. "You can't talk. Ugly self." I say. I can't lie, I feel insecure as hell cause he keep calling me ugly but no one will ever know that. He laughs. "Chill. I'm just playin' with you. But ay, come through?" he asks. "Are you high?" I ask. He coughs then chuckles. "Naw." he answers. I can tell he lying but I don't care. My parents smoke a lot of weed, plus, this is Jamaica so it's nothing new.

"You lying." I say. "Are you gone fuss at me for getting high like you my momma or you finna come through? I don't have all day." he says with an attitude. I get up then walk out my momma's room. "Nigga, if you don't shut the hell up. Don't catch an attitude with me." I say. "Who you think you talkin' to?" he asks. "You." I say. "King, get out my drawer!" he yells to somebody in the background. "Who is King?" I ask. "Your ugly face. That's who King is." he answers.

"Did you call me just to talk crazy?" I ask. "I already told you come through. What you waiting on?" he asks. "Maybe an address, dummy." I say. He smacks his lips. "Imma text it to yo ugly self." he says, then hangs up on me. I turn around then jump. "Dang, mom, you nosey." I say. She raises her eyebrow. "That boy always had a slick mouth and he always been rude. That's what kind of dude you like?" she asks. "Psh... no, he's cool but I don't like him. Momma, he ugly." I say. She chuckles. "Ugly, huh? I know you lying but be careful, baby girl. All my sister and Prod's kids are a lil on the crazy side. Love you." she says, then walks back in her room.

My dad just pulled up to Reshawd's mansion. This place is gorgeous. It's like a million guards here and the only reason they didn't shoot my car up on sight was because Reshawd came outside and told them it was me because he forgot to tell them ahead of time. "Stupid ass." I say, pushing his head. He grabs my hand then bites one of my fingers. "What the hell?" I ask, laughing. He wraps his arm around my shoulder then leads me into the house. My mouth drops at how nice it is.

We're in his room now. His room is fucking gorgeous. It's huge and has a whole aquarium as the ceiling and walls. Everything is white and the lights are blue, making the aquarium stand out more. "Yo room ugly." I lie. He cuts his eyes at me. "The balcony is right there. How bout you jump off the mothafucka and die since you don't like where you at." he says. I laugh then sit on his California king bed. "This my old bedroom anyway my new one getting remodeled." he says.

"I heard your family is on the crazy side." I say. He looks at me. "What type of crazy?" he asks. "Mentally." I say. He chuckles. "People think I'm crazy but I'm really not. I just live freely. My version of freely may be different from others but that don't make me crazy." he says, shrugging his shoulders.

I watch him try to sneak and take a pill. "What you doing?" I ask. "Nothin." he says, drinking some water. "You popping pills?" I ask. "Yes. Anti depressants." he says. I gasp. "You said you wasn't crazy." I say. He glares at me. "Bitch, I'm not crazy. I got a depression problem and I'm not ashamed of my fucking self. Matter fact, to be real, I got schizophrenia and I'm bi polar too and I take pills for all that shit but I'm doing better. So, if you can't accept me being what you call crazy, the fucking door is right there, you can leave!" he yells at me, turning red.

"Damn, naked mole rat, calm down." I say. He rolls his eyes then gets in the bed. He rolls a blunt then lights it, then smokes it. "Your family cool with you smoking?" I ask, trying to somewhat lighten his mood. He ignores me. "I get it now... you got depressed over that girl you were on the phone with when we met and you smoking so much to keep her off your mind." I say, putting it together. It's this huge picture of him and a stud on his wall so I'm guessing that's her since she said something about best friend.

"Mind your business, damn." he says, typing on his phone. I glance at the messages between him and his best friend. He's blowing her phone up apologizing and telling her how he can't go on without her and how I'm not shit to him. "I'll drop her right now if that's what you want." I read out loud. He don't even care about me seeing it. She hasn't responded to a good twenty messages. "I'll kill her if that'll make you talk to me." I read.

I get out his bed. "Bye, Reshawd." I say. "What you leaving for?" he asks. "Cause I ain't trying to die over that shit." I say, putting my shoes on. He watches me then grabs my hand and pulls me back in his bed. "Forreal, don't leave. I don't have nobody to talk to." he says, sighing. "What I'm supposed to do about that?" I ask. "Fuck you. Leave then." he says. I roll my eyes. "Just admit you enjoy me." I say. He raises his eyebrow. "No, cause I don't." he says. I lay back down then kick my shoes off. "Sure." I say.

We just laying here staring at each other. "Give me a kiss. Your lips soft." he lowly says. "You just saying you wanna kiss me cause you high." I say. He wraps his arm around my waist then kisses me. I kiss him back. His hands start roaming my body while we kiss. He's a good kisser. He don't kiss too hard, too sloppy, or too soft. It's perfect. He grips my ass then goes down to my neck. He climbs between my legs, making me wrap my legs around his waist. We go back to kissing. He lifts up then takes his shirt off. I rub on his abs then go back to kissing him. I rub his hard dıck a little. "Fuck, Delila." he grunts. I push him off me. "Fuck you." I say.

He laughs. "My bad..." he slowly says. He stops laughing then awkwardly watches me get myself together. His door opens. A brown skinned, buff man with plenty of tattoos and no shirt on walks in. My mouth drops at how handsome he is. Him and Reshawd have some similarities but gotdamn, Reshawd ain't got shit on him. The man blows smoke out of his mouth from his blunt then raises his eyebrow. "Who the fuck is this?" he asks, pointing at me. "Her name Laylani, dad." Reshawd says. "Did I say you can bring somebody over my fuckin' house?" his dad snaps at him. Reshawd laughs. "No." he answers. His dad walks over to him and snatches the ash tray with his blunt roaches on it. He punches Reshawd in his chest, making him slump over. I fall out laughing. "That's what you get! Do it again, sir! Please!" I exclaim, jumping around. I'm the biggest instigator on earth.

His dad smiles at me. "I like you already but you gotta get out my damn house, baby girl. Wifey on her way home and she don't play this shit." he says. I nod my head as he smiles at me. "Knock him out for me." I say, slapping hands with his dad. "You the female version of him." he says, laughing. and shaking his head. Reshawd throws his middle finger up, still coughing. I laugh then hug hishis dead. He is cool as hell.

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