Chapter 10: Not so happy Meeting

CHRIS

He chuckled and looked at me. "I understand your frustration Christopher but this was all apart of the plan."

"Plan? What plan?"

"To continue the family legacy of course." He took another puff from his cigar. "We're mobsters Christopher. They're like kingpins but on a higher scale."

I looked at him like he was crazy. "Mobsters? Like the god father? Al Capone? Shit like that?"

He laughed and nodded. "Yes, exactly like that."

I scoffed. "Nah, I think you have the wrong Christopher. I'm not a mobster and as far as I know neither are my siblings."

I glanced towards the dance floor and noticed that Jay had just arrived. He was stuck between two sweaty bodied girls, basically trying to rape him on the dance floor. I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted. "Yo Jay! Over here man!"

He looked in my direction, nodded, then pushed the girls away and quickly came over to the VIP section. He sat on the couch across from me and this off brand Kanye West.

"Wassup bro." He greeted me before turning his attention towards Paul. "Who's this and why does he look like a discount Kanye West?"

"Boy I do not look like no Kanye West." He grimaced.

"I know, that's why I said you look like the Discount Kanye West."

I laughed, causing both Jay and Paul to look at me. "What? Paul you know you look like a discount Kanye West. If Kanye was on crack and mixed with P Diddy, you would be their love child."

"Exactly." Jay chimed in.

Paul rolled his eyes and finished his cigar. "You two are just like your daddy. He get on my fucking nerves too."

"What you know about our dad? Wait-" He turned and looked at me. "How do you know that Chris and I are brothers?"

"I'm your uncle, boy." Paul announced before waving to one of the many club attendants walking around.

A petite blonde with hazel eyes walked over. "Hi did you need something?"

"Yeah, can you bring me a bottle of Crisco please?" He questioned.

"Give me a bottle of Henny." I chimed in behind him.

He looked at me. "That's the spirit nephew."

He then looked at Jay. "Are you going to order something to drink or are you playing it safe?"

I shook my head. "Imma need you to keep that nephew shit to yourself. Even if I am your actual nephew."

He laughed. "Alright Chris, whatever you say."

"Uhh let me get a bottle of Heineken." Jay interrupted our little showdown.

We scrunched up our noses. "Heineken?" We questioned simultaneously before looking at each other and then looking back at him.

He shrugged. "I like it."

"But that's beer. You don't drink beer in a club. What's wrong with you?" I explained, fixing my face. I looked at the girl who was surprisingly still standing in the same spot, waiting patiently. "Get him some apple vodka."

She nodded and walked away, leaving us alone in the VIP once again. Once she was out of earshot I turned my attention back to Paul. "Now what were you about to say before Jay got here?"

He thought for a second before gasping. "Oh right, Christopher, I know this may come as a shock to you but this is who you are. You're a mobster by blood. In fact, you were planned."

"Planned, how was I planned? What do you mean by I was planned?" I questioned curiously.

"What do you mean by he's a mobster by blood?" Jay questioned simultaneously with me.

"One at a time please." He chuckled. "You're a mobster by blood as well Jacob. Your father, my brother, your other uncles, your grandfather, your great uncles, everyone is a mobster and involved in the family business. Now to answer your question Chris your birth was planned. It was planned by my brother, your father. He picked the most kind, down to earth, beautiful woman that he could find in Virginia; Your mother, Joyce. He romanced her, properly courted her for months, and made her fall head over heels in love with him. By the time that he asked her to have his child, she was already so crazy about him that she would've done anything that he asked of her. You, Christopher Maurice Brown was the first child born into our eighties generation of children. You are the heir to the throne once your father passes away."

I blinked repeatedly. "Heir to what throne?"

"The mobster throne."

Jay scrunched up his face. "What kind of a throne is that?" He looked at me. "I don't think you want that throne bro."

Paul looked at him. "Everyone wants this throne. The family is very well known especially in places like Detroit and Atlanta."

At that moment the girl walked back over with our bottles and put them down on the table. "Is there anything else that I can get y'all?"

We all shook our heads and she disappeared once again.

"Okay, so if my birth was on purpose. Then what about August, Jacob, and Dana's?" I questioned once she was out of earshot.

"They were also planned, you see your father's goal was to have an heir in each coast. That's why you're from Virginia which as you know is the East Coast, August is from Louisiana, which you know is the South Coast, Jacob is from California, you know the West Coast, and Dana's from Texas also known as the Gulf Coast. Every thing about each one of your conceptions and births were planned, right down to the very last detail." He admitted.

"So our father is some sort of weird control freak?" Jay questioned and shook his head. "That's bizarre, how do you even have a conversation with someone like that, they're missing a lot of their marbles."

I nodded in agreement.

He sat up and grabbed his drink. "Are you sure this is good? I feel like I'm cheating on my Heineken bottle."

I chuckled and popped opened my bottle. "Taste it and see."

"He's never had apple flavored vodka before?" Paul questioned.

I shook my head and he laughed. "He's in for a treat then."

"Shush, y'all making me nervous."

He slowly put the bottle up to his lips and tilted it up, letting the liquid slide down his throat. He took a few gulps then put the bottle down.

"So, what do you think of it?" I smirked as I watched him swallow the remaining alcoholic beverage.

"Yeah it's pretty good. It's got a little kick to it though." He responded. He picked the bottle back up and drank more from it. "Yeah I could definitely get use to this."

I chuckled. "See I told you, never doubt your big brother small fry."

"So would you two like to join us in Detroit and see the family business?" Paul said, interrupting our bro moment.

We simultaneously looked at him, he was drinking his bottle and watching us intently. I didn't know what to say. All my life I thought my dad was just some lazy bum with nothing better to do but break hearts and promises. But apparently I was wrong, my dad isn't a bum, he's scum, he's a bottom of the barrel, Donkey Kong ass nigga. He's a nigga who doesn't even deserve the title of nigga. He's a bitch, and his new name is Sally. As I continued to think about his question, I noticed Marion enter the club out the corner of my eye. I guess he was serious when he said he's going to get on his private plane and fly back to check up on Jay. We made eye contact and he immediately came over to the VIP section to join us.

"Wassup man." He said, giving me dap and sitting next to Jay. "Sup Bro, you good?" He looked at Jay who just nodded and continued to drink his drink.

"Damn boy, you got here fast as fuck. What'd you do, make the pilot fly as fast as the wind would take y'all?" I teased.

He laughed. "I sure the hell did, that's what he's paid for. To get me from place to place safely and as quickly as he can."

"What are you doing here bro?" Jay questioned. "I thought you had a shoot in Paris."

"I did but Chris called and told me about what happened on set today. And I decided to end the shoot early and check on you." He shrugged before looking at Paul and frowning. "Who's the 99 cent Kanye?"

Paul growled. "I wish you kids would stop calling me off brand Kanye Wests."

"We wish you'd stop looking like an off brand Kanye West. Who really wants to be an off brand Kanye?" Marion retorted.

"Uh, this is awkward, I can't even introduce y'all." Jay said. "Mar this is my uncle, I don't know his name. I don't know your name, this is my best friend Marion."

He shook his head and placed his hand over his face. "I'm Paul. Your uncle Paul Jacob."

"So your name is Paul and you look like that monkey that use to say hi I'm Paul at the end of all the Nickelodeon shows, hmm, did your parents do that to you on purpose or did it just randomly happen?" Marion questioned while rubbing his chin and staring at him.

"What the fuck? The fuck you doing hea'?" A thick New Orleans accent floated over our shoulders.

I turned around to see August entering the VIP with a angry look on his face. Whenever Aug got mad, his New Orleans accent came out about 100% thicker. And the way he just said what he said, let me know that he was ready to go the fuck off and display his crazy side for the whole world to see.

"Bro, when did you get here?" I questioned.

"That don't matta." He responded. "What the fuck is he doing hea?" He pointed at Paul.

This is about to get ugly I can already tell.

Marion stood up and walked over to him.

AUGUST

"Bro, calm down." Marion told me as he gently grabbed a hold of my forearm.

"Fuck dat! The fuck he stalking us for? Dat shit not okay." I yelled over the loud music playing in the club.

"Who's stalking us? Where he at?" He questioned, looking around the club. "I don't even see anybody staring in our direction. I think you're just really paranoid, bro."

"Dat Fat mufucka right there."

I pointed at Paul sitting on the couch, sizing me up. Chris looked from Paul to me before getting up and walking towards me.

"Lower your voice bruh, the last thing we need is to draw attention to ourselves. Especially over some bullshit like this, the press'll eat us alive." He said, emphasizing the word US.

He looked at Marion, who was standing right behind me still holding on to my forearm. "Keep a tight grip on him, make sure he doesn't do anything."

"Man don't worry about Aug, I've got him. Now can someone explain to me who this guy is? Cause I'm plum confused." He said while tightening his grip on my arm.

"Aye, my nigga imma need you to loosen the grip or let me go. I bruise easily."

He ignored me and continued his conversation with Chris.

"Well long story short he's our uncle on our dad's side. Our dad is a mobster, we're mobster children, and he wants us to go and visit our dad in Detroit to see the family business. Now I have a question for you. Did you get any pussy while you were in France?" Chris smirked.

He smacked his lips. "Nigga, look at me. Look. At. Me. Who doesn't want to fuck me? I'm God's gift to the world, all I have to do is look at a woman in a certain way and she knows what time it is." He responded cockily. "It's called a universal language, Chris. Something everyone understands."

While they conversed, my eyes looked past Chris and began to glare at Paul. He sat comfortably on the couch, talking to some girl that wandered into the VIP section. He looked content, puffing on his cigar and chatting away. As the two of them chatted, I could see his gaze shift over to Jay. Which only further pissed me off. I don't know why but it was something about his appearance that just gave me a bad vibe. It made me think that he was plotting something, or worse, plotting against all of us.

"Let me go Bruh." I said to Marion as I tried to shrug off his tight grip on my forearm.

"Nah, what's got you all riled up." He asked, looking away from Chris.

"Uh, Bro can I talk to Aug alone for a second?" Chris asked him. "He'll be good, I promise. I'm not going to let him do anything extreme and you know that."

Marion looked from me and then back to Chris before hesitantly letting go of my forearm and excusing himself over to the bar.

"Now look, I understand your frustration. Specially since you said he busted in on you in the studio earlier today. But we've managed to keep the secret of our relation a secret for more than two years now and you know it's better if we keep it that way. We do not need anyone, particularly nosey ass reporters digging into our family history." He sighed.

I glared over at him, letting the severity of what he just said sink into my brain. I honestly don't mind if the press finds out that Chris and Jay are my brothers, it's more so Dana who I'm worried about. Dana's never been into the whole fame thing, not even when we invite her to parties. She hates fake people and being famous you run into a lifetime's worth of those within the first day. She'd lash out and beat someone ass before you know it and then next thing you know, she's being labeled as dangerous. Then they're comparing her lashing out to Chris lashing out when he beat Rihanna ass. Then we gonna have to hear about how Jay's been taking boxing lessons since violence runs through their blood. Then finally we'll hear about me pulling out a gun to scare some harassing fans. Basically, what it all boils down to is everyone will start saying that we're crazy and the reasoning behind it is that it runs through our blood. Yeah, no one needs that.

"So what do you propose we do?" I questioned, looking him up and down before catching Jay's eye and signaling him over to join us.

"Sup?" He said, standing near the two of us. "You good, Aug?"

"Yeah, I'm good. For now that is. Paul just caught me off guard."

I pointed to Paul who was still sitting on the couch and now kissing on the girl's neck.

"Ew, I think I'm blind."

Jay gagged. "That makes two of us. God does he have any respect?"

"Him? How about her? Does she have any morals or self respect? I'm not seeing any." I chimed in.

Chris made a stink face. "I'm not calling that bitch auntie I hope he knows."

"Hell who said anything about calling him uncle?" Jay questioned.

Chris and I chuckled, Jay had an excellent point. We didn't grow up calling this nigga uncle and we're not about to start now. As far as any one of us are concerned he's still a complete stranger to us all.

"I still want to know why he looks like the Walmart brand of Kanye West. And an even more important question does Kanye know he exists? Does he pay him to have sex with him so it looks like he's able to have sex with himself?" Jay questioned seriously.

Chris and I looked at each other and immediately fell on the floor, laughing. We were laughing so hard that at that moment if we got stomped to death we wouldn't have mind.

"He-he said- he said, does Kanye pay him to fuck him so it looks like he's having sex with himself. I'm dead right now." Chris laughed harder.

I looked at Chris and started laughing even harder. "I swear you get on my fucking nerves bruh."

Damn, there's never a dull moment with my brothers, my dad may have been a bastard and my uncle may be a creep. But I thank the lord I've got these two- three when you count Marion.

PRINCETON

I watched both Chris and August roll around on the floor, acting a complete fool and laughing like hyenas.

"I really don't see what y'all laughing for. I'm being dead serious right now. Like think about it, who loves Kanye more than Kanye? Nobody. Who would Kanye want to fuck more than he wants to fuck Kim? Kanye. It makes perfect sense for him to pay his doppelgänger to fuck him."

"Yo, yo, for real. You're stupid." Chris snickered, August following his lead.

"Y'all laughing and I'm oh so serious." I turned and looked at him. "And he looks like the type that would do anything for some quick money."

"Oh we've seen him trust me we definitely know what you mean little bro." Chris said, calming down his snickering.

"I've seen him a little too much if you ask me." August stated blankly.

"So what do y'all wanna do about this invite?"

"I'm thinking that we should go-"

"Hell no I'm still not buying that he's our uncle, I mean look at him and then look at us. How would people looking like us, have a uncle looking like that." August questioned, cutting Chris off in the middle of his sentence.

"Well, he knows where we're all from." Chris shrugged.

"So does the entire internet." I said while rolling my eyes and looking towards the dance floor.

"Not to mention all of our loyal fans, all of our enemies, and everyone who doesn't live under a rock in 2017." August finished for me.

"Excellent point, smart asses. But he even knows where Dana is from. Now I'll admit I was skeptical at first when Aug said he knew about all of us being related. And I even had my doubts when Aug announced that he even knew that Dana exists. Cause I figured that anybody computer and tech savvy could hack any of our emails and find out that information. But when he came out and said that our dad planned all of our births and started naming our birth states, including Dana's, I knew that he had to be telling the truth." Chris sighed.

"Okay, so if he's our uncle. What the hell is he doing here?" I questioned, turning my attention to the man and staring at him.

When I didn't hear a single thing from neither Chris nor August, I quickly whipped my head back around and looked at them. They both stood silently, looking at each other with a strange and unreadable expression on their faces.

"What? What's wrong?"

"We honestly don't know what he's doing here. All he told me was that we come from a long line of mobsters and that we'll be needing this." Chris said before slipping a gun out of his pocket and showing us.

"Whoa, what the fuck? Put that thing away before you accidentally shoot it. I'm too sexy to die."

They looked at me, then looked at each other, then looked at me again before reaching out and grabbing a hold of my ears, each taking a hold of one.

"Ow!" I whined as they led me by my ears out of the VIP section and into the men's restroom.

Uh-oh, this can't be good. The only time when they want complete privacy is when they're thinking of something big and completely life changing. Last time they did this I ended up on a BET float wearing spandex. Once inside Chris checked one set of stalls while August checked the other. We couldn't risk anyone overhearing our conversation or even worse, anyone finding out our identities after having overheard our conversation. After checking each stall Chris signaled to August that they were all clear. They walked back over to me but failed to notice a rather large puddle of water on the floor. They simultaneously slipped and fell directly on their butts.

"Damn." I gasped as I looked at both of them in Awe. "How did y'all both manage to fall? At the same time at that."

"Shut up." Chris groaned. After a few minutes he stood. While August sat in the puddle for a while longer before finally standing up and joining us.

"Uh I don't mean to point out the obvious but Aug you look like you pissed on yourself." I chuckled.

"Nigga, shut up." August sighed, rolling his eyes and crossing both of his arms over his chest tightly.

"Whatever. So Chris, what do you propose we do about our Kanye West reject looking uncle and this invitation to meet our dad?" I questioned, leaning up against a wall and crossing both of my arms over my chest. "Oh, before you say anything I would just like to say. I will not be the one who goes anywhere with him. Ugly is very contagious. We can take separate airlines."

"I actually second that motion. I've been sexy since I came out my mother's coochie-"

"Uh no, we've all seen your baby picture Chris. You were not a sexy baby, now me, I was a sexy baby." I bragged while cutting off Chris's statement and causing August to begin to laugh.

He smacked his lips. "Why are you such a hater?"

"Don't even respond to that Jay." August chuckled. "This not my house, neither of y'all's houses, or even Dana's house. We are in a club, in Beverly Hills. Anybody and I do mean anybody could come up in here and overhear our conversation. We do not have time for y'all usual antics. Although they are funny, we just don't have the time right now. Now Chris, what did he tell you and how long have you and him been here, together? You were the first one here with him, right?"

He nodded. "Well, he was already here when I arrived. When I first walked in the club, I felt these eyes just burning a hole in my neck. And when I turned around, Bam. Nigga had his eyes glued to me, like he was debating if he wanted to take me home. It was really uncomfortable." He shivered in disgust.

We scrunched up our faces and turned to look at each other, giving each other the exact same look.

"What?" He questioned, looking at both of us confusingly.

"I'm lowkey mad that you actually thought about it that way." I admitted, cocking my head to the side and looking at him.

"Thought about what in what way?" He snarled.

"The whole looking at you like he wanted to take you home thing, that, that was a little much bro." August said, defending me like always.

Instead of responding to our statements, he chose to finish recounting his story about his encounter with this man who's name I learned was Paul. Once he got to the part where Paul revealed all of our births to be carefully planned out, the door to the bathroom swung open and in walked the devil himself.

"Awe, what do we have here? A little family meeting in the bathroom?" Reject Kanye West- I mean Paul, said as he stood near the bathroom door, crossed his arms over his chest, cocked his head to the side, and looked at the three of us. "I wish I woulda known, I would've brought the snacks." He chuckled before walking past us and entering one of the stalls.

"Don't stop talking on a count of me." I heard him say through the stall. "Please, continue."

"Uhhh...." I said, looking from August to Chris. "Should we continue our conversation?" I whispered.

"Well, this conversation is about him." Chris whispered back in response.

"Aye, what exactly do you want with us? You know, once you get us to Detroit that is.

Chris questioned in his normal tone of voice.

"Who, me?" He responded, flushing the toilet before walking out of the stall and over to the sink.

"Nah, the Easter Bunny. Of course you, you just showed up out of nowhere. And I just learned your name literally like three seconds before you walked into the bathroom." I sighed.

He chuckled and washed his hands. "You know you could just call me Uncle Paulie, Jacob."

"I am not calling you uncle. That's dead."

"I swear, we grown ass men up in here." August chimed in.

"I guess you boys will have to warm up to the idea." He said, turning around and sitting on top of the sink. "So I was thinking, instead of all this talking about my brother and y'all legacies, let's just drink and get to know each other. Hmm? I mean we are at one of the hottest clubs in Beverly Hills. And there are some fine ass females out there, so why not just chill and worry about the rest of this stuff later."

Now as much as I do not like the idea of this man, and as skeptical of him as I am, I never turn down a chance to drink and party. So going against my own better judgement, I nodded my head in approval and then looked around at both Chris and August. Chris's eyes seemed to roam around the bathroom before he finally shrugged and nodded his head in approval. While August just shrugged.

"Cool." He said, hopping down off of the counter. "Follow me."

He led us out the bathroom and back over to the VIP Section. Marion sat in his usual spot, puffing on two blunts like only Marion could. A beautiful girl sitting next to him, trying to get his attention. Not far from where Marion and the girl were sitting, Trey sat chatting with Mario and his girlfriend, Veronica. When the hell did they get here? And why the hell is Ronnie here? Didn't she cheat on him with Lil Wayne last month? I should probably just keep my mouth shut, wave to them both and keep it moving, yep.

"Wassup." Mario nodded to me, after I waved to him and continued following Paul.

He led Chris, August, and I to this booth in the very back, a booth that I didn't even know existed. I've always stayed in direct view of everyone in the club, the very front of the VIP section.

"Who knew this was back here?"

"I was just about to say the same thing. This has got to be the most impressive thing I've ever seen up in a club." Chris commented, checking out the back of the VIP section, completely awe struck.

"Eh, it's not all that." August shrugged.

"Nigga, you're hating."

"Ain't nobody hating." August gritted.

"Survey says?" I questioned with one finger in the air and looking at both the Reject Kanye West and Chris.

"Hating." Both Chris and Reject Kanye West answered before laughing rambunctiously.

Their rambunctious laughter soon began to spread to me, causing me to laugh just as loudly as they were laughing. Pretty soon after I started laughing, August started laughing and the next thing I know the four of us are laughing up a storm. Joking around and conversing as if we all knew each other our whole lives. I hated to admit it but Paul was actually cool, he still looks like a Reject Kanye West but he's cool nonetheless. While we were all joking around he ordered several bottles of Hennessy, Grey Goose, Martell, and Rémy Martin. Three of which I had never tasted before in my life. As soon as the bottles were sat in front of us, Chris immediately went for the Rémy Martin and Grey Goose, while Paul took out some papers and a little baggie full of weed. I watched as he dumped the baggie's contents out onto the table, then took out a little silver square.

"The hell is that?"

"It's to cut up the weed nephew." He chuckled as he began chopping up the weed.

While I watched him continue to chop up his weed, August grabbed the bottle of Hennessy and poured himself a few shots.

Well, the night is going different than I expected it to go but it's going surprisingly well.

"Tell me that you've ordered me some more Apple Vodka."

August shook his head. "You don't need any apple vodka. Never mix dark with light."

"Why not?" I questioned with my brows furrowed.

Chris poured himself a glass of Hennessy and took a sip from the cup. "Because you'll end up on your ass before the night's over with."

He chuckled and downed the remainder of his glass then put it back on the table. "That really hit the spot."

I glanced at the bottle of Hennessy then looked at my brothers and Paul. Everyone was drinking the henny and for the most part seemed to really enjoy it. I've never had Hennessy before so I'm a little skeptical on what it'll taste like. Paul looked over at me and chuckled. "If you want me to order you some apple vodka I'll order you some. You don't have to drink Hennessy just because it's what we're drinking."

"Nah, I'm a grown man. Imma drink my Hennessy like a grown man. Straight take it to the head." I assured him before reaching over and grabbing the bottle. I quickly grabbed a cup and poured the Hennessy inside it. Once I had my cup filled to the rim, I took a quick sip and instantly fell in love with the taste. Wow, so this is why people are always drunk all the time. I could definitely get use to this feeling.