“Aye, don’t go to my brother house, Jaiyanna, bring yo ass home.” Kas requested, but Yanna simply tossed him the middle finger.
“Baby, please come home, say you’ll stayyyy…”Quan sang one of Onyx’s songs to mock Kas. “Cuzzo, let me find out you an ole’ singing ass nigga like, Nyx.”
Yanna tuned them out, entering the code to Troi and Onyx’s house that she’d finally been allowed to have. They spilled into the home, oblivious to the fact that Troi and Onyx were napping.
“So tell me where the fuck you been at, Jaiyanna.”
“Don’t come in here making all that noise, Kas, and you already know where I was. I was on a plane with Kalil. Both him and Quan can confirm that they dropped me at Janis’ house.”
“I look slow to you? I’m asking where you were when we were still on the island. When I was texting yo phone, telling you I need you. When some random ass nigga answered yo phone.”
“I was just doing what you do.” Yanna shrugged.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I was on a plane then I sat my ass in yo living room for hours.”
“Kas, please, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Yea, but that don’t have shit to do with the fact that you was with a nigga last night.”
“Who says I was with a nigga?”
“I say you was because I’m not fucking stupid. You out here moving like a real hoe.”
“True,” Yanna remarked, satisfied smile plastered on her face.
Kalil tried his best to hold his laugh in but failed miserably.
“That shit funny now, Kalil, but when I snatch her by that lil’ bit of hair she got, it ain’t gone be.”
“Yea, you”
Yanna’s words halted, and they all grew quiet when they heard footsteps descending the stairs. The hardness of the steps let them know it was Onyx. Such was confirmed when he appeared at the bottom of the stairs with Kian perched in his arms.
“Why the fuck are y’all in my house making all this fucking noise?”
“I told Yanna not to come over here, but she hardheaded.”
“Oh, shut the hell up. You basically fucking kidnapped me, I wasn’t stuntin’ your cheating ass.”
“How I’m a cheater if I don’t have a girl? That’s what you be saying, right, Yanna? You ain’t my girl?”
“Fuck you, Kasra.”
“Come to the bathroom real quick, I got you.”
“Man, hell nah, why the fuck y’all in my shit? Matter fact, that don’t even matter, get the fuck out.”
“Onyx, be nice.” Troi demanded softly as she descended the stairs.
“Mumma!” Kian whined, holding his hands out for his mother, who pulled him from his father’s arms. “Kas, I see you found Yanna.”
“Yea, I found her hoe ass out doing shit.”
“I’m the hoe, but he got caught on camera doing God knows what with that waterhead ass girl. Be the fuck for real, Kasra.”
“Yea, be the fuck for real,” Quan cosigned. “Um, Baby, you planning on making some lunch or something?”
“Quan, make me punch you in yo shit, her name is Troi.”
