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Marcellus POV

I woke up to Porsche snorting a line. "Ho the fuck you doing," I said snatching her by her weave. She started crying, "I promise I'm gone stop." I just pushed her ass off me. I went to the bathroom and sighed. I was fucking up big time. I can't believe I'm finna turn on my own father but shit it's business.

Hakeem POV

Zil pushy ass decided that Marcus and I were going to talk over breakfast this morning so I'm headed over Russel's house to satisfy her request. I was about an hour early cause honestly I wanted to be in her presence. I rang the doorbell and some girl answered. "Hey I'm Kenya, Brazil's cousin, you must be Hakeem," she said extending her hand. I shook it, "Yea that's me nice to meet you." She smiled, "Hmmm I get good vibes off you. Anyways Zil in the kitchen cooking. You can go in there. Tell Zil I'm gone to work and I'll see her later." I nodded my head and went into the kitchen. Zil had her back to me singing Kut Klose "I Like". I stared at her for a while. Marcellus must be either undercover or a damn fool cause Zil fine then a mothafucka. Hell I even catch Marcus old ass checking her out. Yeaaaa bae badd!

Brazil POV

I felt someone staring at me. I turned to see Hakeem fine ass. Now that I look at him, he did favor Marcus and Marcellus. He was tall, caramel, had 360 waves, hazel eyes, and a nice shaped beard. Then this nigga had the nerve to come over here with some gray sweatpants on. Lawd if I was a few years older, I'd show him how I made Asia. I was snapped out my thoughts when he said, "Damn girl I know I'm fine Yeen gotta stare. Don't worry baby I'll give you this dick whenever you ready." I flipped him off. "Nigga get the fuck out my damn kitchen! Don't nobody want you! Now go down there with the other men," I hissed. He laughed and blew me a kiss. Yea he's definitely related to Marcus and Marcellus's conceited ass.

Hakeem POV

"Damn Zil if I was 20 years younger I'd wife you," my brother said as he picked up his fifth biscuit. "Marcus what I tell you bout tryna coat my daughter," Russel said. Zil began choking on her Mimosa. "So Marcus you been tryna get me," she squealed. He laughed, "Hell yea! When I first came to Russel, I told him I should marry you but ya daddy wasn't having it." Everyone began to laugh except me. I ain't see shit funny. However, I was glad to be reunited with my brother. We hashed everything out before breakfast even started. Turns out Pops had contracted AIDS and while in the hospital he told Marcus he'd rather die of a bullet than the disease. My mama had always told me it was more to the story but I never wanted to hear it. Our uncle Rome taught me the game though. I ran Louisiana to be honest. I came to Memphis to do some clean work for a while and I gotta feeling it ain't gone be like that. Zil interrupted my thoughts by clearing her throat. I guess everyone was in their thoughts. "Soooooooo I was thinking since y'all related I could just divorce Marcellus and marry Hakeem. Then technically the contract will still be void," she said. Darius busted out laughing, "Type of Jerry Springer shit is that?" She glared at him. "I gotta confession," Russel said, "I never sent off the marriage license." Marcus started laughing, "Thank God cause honestly I was tryna find a way to break the contract." It's a damn shame his own daddy knew he wasn't shit. Zil began to speak, "I hope you know I deserve that sky blue Range Rover and me and Asia a Gucci set for having us in this mess!" Russel simply said, "Fine." We continued to talk about the plan. Zil and Lil Bit was gonna move in with me next weekend. I couldn't wait. I was gone make Ms Brazil Douglas love me for real!