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Theodore III

I took a deep breath as I climbed the porch steps of Pops' house that Mama was now living in. Ever since I set Milan up in that hotel a few days ago, I really haven't heard from her. I heard from her the first day because she was begging me to come over and sleep with her. I was ignoring her texts until she started sending me naked pictures of herself. That's when I told her to stop using her phone in case my parents are tracking it. I doubt they're smart enough to think about tracking her phone but we just had to be cautious because I know how dangerous they can get when they're together.

I haven't heard from Milan, other than that first day in the hotel though, which is a good thing. I don't want anything to do with her anymore but it's good to know she's finally listening to me about not using her phone. I just wonder what she's been doing for almost a week without a phone though. She's gotta be bored as hell.

But I was at their house because Mama called me over all frantically about something exciting she had to tell me. Knowing my parents, it's probably more of their bull shit so I took my time coming over here. I wasn't going to rush to their side just because I'm their only child. Normally, they'd call Lindsey, their favorite child, to tell her any news they had and it was her responsibility to spread it to the rest of the family. But now that Lindsey's locked up, I'm not about to be the family messenger. I got my own shit to worry about and it doesn't involve my parents' high school ass relationship.

Mama pulled the door open looking horrible. Well, horrible for her. I'm used to Mama always wearing a face full of makeup to hide the scars she had from her breakouts. Mama's so damn crazy she breaks out since she's always putting herself into somebody else's drama and stressing herself out. She always has her hair done too but it just looked like she had it pulled back while pieces were flying out of the ponytail. Normally with Mama, there's never a piece of hair out of place. And her clothes were so wrinkled and dingy looking.

I sighed. I really hope she's not going through another one of her breakdowns because I don't feel like baby sitting her mental issues. That's Lindsey's job. She has more interactions with my parents so she should be the one taking care of them, not me.

"Are you off your meds?" I asked before she could even greet me, causing her to scrunch up her face.

"What did you say to me?"

"You look bad, so I'm assuming you're off your meds," I said as I walked past her and walked inside of their house. "You know, the doctors make you take them pills for a reason. It's not just so you can be cute of whatever. You need them things Mama."

Mama rolled her eyes. "Of course I know I'm on them for a reason!"

"So, are you taking them?"

"Hell yeah!"

I smirked, not believing her. "So, why you look like that then? Where's your makeup? Why is your hair standing all over ya damn head? And why are you dressed so basic?"

Mama frowned. "What? So I'm off my medication because I'm not all dressed up? It's 8 in the morning Theodore, and it takes time to look as good as I do but this is me in rare form. Plus, I had a very long night. That's actually what I called you over about."

"If you called me over to tell me anything about you and your ex husband's sexcapades, I don't wanna hear nothing about it. You know Ion like that old ass nigga," I shook my head. "Matter fact, since you wanna talk about sex, can we talk about how y'all smashed in my bed? I had to throw my bed and comforter and sheets out because I was so damn disgusted. When am I gonna get a new mattress or at least compensation for it?"

Mama rolled her eyes. "I'm not telling you anything about the man that helped give you life but why should I give you a new mattress when you can't even do anything I tell you to? I asked you to take care of Jayvion and I haven't heard anything about him as of yet. I asked you to take care of Milan but you couldn't even do that for some strange reason. You can't ever do anything I tell you to do, so no, I can't compensate you for your mattress. Shit. You should be happy we were trying to make more babies."

I scrunched up my face. "Y'all know y'all too old to be trying to make babies and I don't think y'all wanna fuck anymore kids up. Y'all already fucked three up and that's enough for now. But if you ever picked up your phone, you'd know Jayvion was handled weeks ago. Isaiah did it," I whispered. "And how am I supposed to get my hands on Milan if I can't even find her?"

"Oh, give me a fucking break. You always know where that bitch is at because I bet you're still sleeping with her. Aren't you still fucking her?"

"Nope."

"You're a damn liar."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not lying but I don't see what the problem with her is. Yeah, I was fucking her for a few years but it's not like she was a threat to the family or anything. She kept to herself and minded her business but you kept messing with her because she was with Pops. You were the only one threatened by her."

"Not anymore," she smiled.

I scrunched up my face. "Mama, what did you do to her? I told you to just leave her alone. Milan's good."

"No the bitch isn't. You know she went to the police and started telling them about our family?" she asked as she led me downstairs to the basement. "Luckily, Charmaine was there that day to catch the business but she was willing to take our entire family out and I could't run the risk of her running her mouth to the wrong person, so I had to take care of her myself since my bitch ass son couldn't do it."

I frowned. "I'm not a bitch Mama."

"Then how come you didn't kill the bitch like I told you to?"

"Because Milan's not bad."

"Shut the fuck up! You're a bitch ass nigga because you couldn't kill this one bitch. You've done it to plenty of other bitches in the past but not Milan. Who gives a fuck about that gutter ass bitch anyways?"

"Clearly not you. You're so damn bitter Pops left you for her."

Mama shrugged her shoulders. "And you're just mad she never left him for you," she retorted. "Now that we're done telling each other the truth we already know, can we get down to the business at hand?"

I looked over at Mama, who didn't seem phased by my comments. I don't care what she says. I know she's off of her medication because she wouldn't be acting like this if she was still on it. Mama always gets off of her meds and starts wilding out whenever she gets close to my Dad again. It's like they thrive off of each other's insanity because he needs to be medicated too.

"What?" I frowned.

"Follow me and stop acting like a little boy."

I kept quiet as I followed Mama through the large basement. The further we got into the basement, the weirder it started to smell but I knew that scent from anywhere. It smelled like a dead body. I covered my mouth and nose as Mama walked up to a big garbage bag that looked like it had dried up blood all over it. Damn. This must be the body.

"You can open the bag if you want to," she smirked, but I shook my head.

"Mama, who the fuck is that?"

"I think you know baby boy."

I had a bad feeling it was Milan but I didn't think Mama would let her jealousy take over her this badly to actually kill Milan. She talked about doing it ever since she moved in with them but I didn't think she actually had the balls to do it. I'm right. Mama doesn't have the balls to kill Milan or anybody. The most she can do is run her mouth and push somebody down a flight of stairs but she can't possibly kill anyone. She's nothing but talk.

Instead of just starring at the garbage bag, I bent down and tore one of the holes open where the bullet pierced the bag. I felt this overwhelming feeling in my stomach the more I opened the bag because the body looked way too familiar. Damn. I hope she didn't kill Milan. I forcefully ripped the bag open and my heart sank when I saw a bullet hole right where her left eye used to be.

"Fuck," I mumbled, covering her body back up.

Milan and I might have ended on a bad note but my relationship with her was the longest relationship I've ever been in. Me and her clicked, in and out of the bedroom and I think if we had given our relationship a chance, everybody would've been able to see that, as well as how much we loved each other. No one took us seriously because she was with my father but there was real love present between the two of us. Nobody wanted to believe it though.

"She looks cute with a bullet hole in her eye," Mama snickered from the other side of the basement.

I turned and looked back at her, disgusted by what she actually did to Milan. I really wanted to run over to her and strangle the fuck out of her, sock her in her big ass mouth, or slap her across the face to check her for being so damn stupid. She deserves anything she has coming for killing Milan the way she did. Milan didn't do anything to her except for take her man and she can't get over the fact that Pops is the one that left her for Milan. Milan didn't disrupt anything because their marriage was already crumbling before she was ever in the picture. Mama needs to be real with herself. Milan wasn't the problem; it's my stupid ass father that she keeps running back to like a damn fool.

"You know, you're a real pathetic and miserable person to do that to her. You're fuckin' crazy," I spat, not knowing what else to say to her. I was at a loss of words right now because I was so shocked that she'd actually do this to Milan.

"I did it for you and for our family! She seduced you. She was sleeping with you while you were underage."

I shrugged my shoulders. "So what? It was a few weeks before my 18th birthday when we started sleeping together so I wasn't technically a minor then. And I think I can make my own judgement on what's good and bad for me. I could've broken it off with Milan during all the five years we were messing around but I didn't because I actually care about her but you didn't care. You don't care about anybody but yourself. Did you stop to think that maybe she makes me happy?"

"Nope but why should I care? She was having an affair with her stepson. Hell, if the courts found out about what she was doing, they wouldn't care about the feelings you claim to have for her. If they did care, they'd say she seduced you because you were only 17 when you guys first started fucking around like a couple of animals. Milan would either be dead or in jail if I got the courts involved, but I decided to handle her myself and just kill her off to take her out of her misery."

"That doesn't make what you did right though. She should be alive."

"No, what she should've done was taken your d*ck out of her mouth so she could see the consequences she was faced with when she decided to start harassing my son. You know your Dad wasn't going to do anything to her, because for some reason, he's turned on by the kinky shit she used to do for him. And you're the exact same way. Whether you want to admit it or not, you're just like your father: a liar, conniving, sneaky, easily persuaded by cheap whores like Milan, Nicole and Tee Tee and you both couldn't keep your shit in your pants if your life depended on it."

I sucked my teeth, annoyed with her. I don't know why she steady compares me to him when she knows we're nothing alike. He's an evil, cold hearted human being and he doesn't care about anybody but himself. "Whatever Mama. Look, I'm about to head out but what are you going to do with this body? You can't just leave it laying down here because it's already about to smell."

"Well," she began as a smile formed on her face. "That's why I called you over here. I need you to get rid of it for me. You know, make her disappear or whatever it is y'all do."

I sighed. "I can't."

The smile on her face turned into a tight frown. "And why the hell can't you? After all the shit I've done for you and you can't even take this body out for me? I carried you for nine months in my stomach, I gave birth to your big headed ass and I raised your stubborn ass. This is the least you can do for me."

"C'mon Victoria, let's not talk about how you 'raised' me and you carrying me for nine months and giving birth to me were no faults of mine. I didn't tell you to fuck that nigga and get pregnant with me. Shit. You should be glad God blessed you with such a wonderful, courteous, loyal and respectful son. I'm the best child you could ever have. You should be glad you had me."

Mama sucked her teeth. "Don't gas yourself up with lies Theodore. You're a fuck boy and you're a bitch ass nigga when it comes to these sluts out here. You should be lucky you had me as a mother."

"Maybe the first 16 years of my life, but after that, you and my father were nonexistent."

"And I apologized about that but you know I was going through my own issues at the time. I know. I shouldn't have just abandoned you the way I did but I couldn't think correctly. I needed my medication and I needed help but I didn't know what to do with myself. I let my paranoia and neurosis take control of me and turn me into a completely different person but I'm different now. I'm a changed woman."

"Based on how Milan looks right now, I can't tell. Mama, it's like you're relapsing. You relapse every time you get back with Pops. I know y'all love each other and have a lot of history but you took it too far this time and it's because the two of y'all are back together. The two of y'all together is poisonous. It's toxic. And y'all are harming other people being together. I know how you feel about him but y'all need to let it go for y'all's sanity and for the sanity of the rest of us. I liked things better when we all lived in our separate corners of the country. Life was easy then."

"Well, it's going to get easy again."

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. I only came out here for a few months so I could be around my family more but it's hard doing that when you all have your own lives going on. I can't intrude on your lives and I did just that coming out here. And while I was out here, I ruined my own relationship because of my selfish ways so I'm going back home."

"To California?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "Yes. And you know Daddy and Isaiah will be back out there in the next few weeks anyways, so I'll be all right. Plus, I like California more than I like Georgia anyways," she chuckled. "It's too stressful out here and I don't like the weather either. I need sunny days every single day."

I smiled. It was good to hear Mama was finally coming to her senses about staying out here with my Dad. She knows he's fucked up and fucked her up for many years. "It's good to hear you're leaving for the right reasons. How do you feel about leaving your ex here?"

She chuckled. "Actually, Teddy was talking about coming with me. He was thinking about retiring from the NBA, selling off this home in Atlanta and moving back to California with me but it would only be temporary. The two of us were thinking about traveling."

I scrunched up my face. "What? Mama that sounds stupid."

"How so? I know you don't like him but he's your father and you're gonna need to get over it because it's just pathetic at this point. The two of us aren't back together, we're simply enjoying each other's company however that might be. We both know that being trapped in a house with each other is going to cause issues between the two of us but if we're traveling and enjoying what the world has to offer, we should get along."

"Whatever. I don't like your logic but if that helps you sleep at night then it's fine with me. But look, I'm about to head out of here Mama."

"What about the body?"

"You killed her, you take care of the rest."

I turned around and tried walking away from her but she snatched me back. "Excuse me?"

I sucked my teeth. "Look, I can have one of my guys over later to pick it up and dispose of it but this is the last mess of yours that I'm going to clean up. I already have enough eyes on me as it is but for bodies to be dropping around me isn't a good look on my end. I'm trying to keep a low profile, so if I'm trying to keep one then the rest of the family needs to keep one too. Spread that news to the family for me."

"And?"

"Please and thank you Mama," I sighed.

"You won't have to worry about me when I move back out to California."

"Good," I mumbled as we walked up the basement steps that led into the kitchen.

My Dad was standing at the island with mail in his hands, more specifically a large package with his name written across it in big letters.

"What's that?" Mama asked as she walked up to him but he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. I haven't opened it yet."

My Dad ripped open the package and pictures fell out on to the island. he dropped the packaging on the ground before he started picking up the pictures with an angry expression on his face. Damn. I wasn't expecting it to be some lame ass pictures. I was hoping somebody sent him some hate mail and took a shit in it before they sent it to him.

My Dad looked up at me with a frown on his face. "You little bitch! You were fucking my wife!"

I scrunched up my face. "Huh? What ar--"

"You can't lie now mother fucker!" he yelled. "Look at this shit! Look at these damn pictures of him and my wife!" he yelled as he started throwing all of the pictures at me but I ducked before they could hit me. "And to think, I thought Milan was going crazy when she bought you up but she was telling the truth. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I took a deep breath. I wasn't expecting him to find out about Milan since she was dead but I guess if we're going to do this today, then it's just what we're gonna have to do. I smirked. "Your feelings hurt nigga?"

"Fuck you!" he yelled, walking around the island to try to put his hands on me but Mama jumped in front of him. "Get the fuck outta the way Victoria!"

"No! Just please don't fight! The pictures probably aren't even real," Mama defended me.

"Oh, they are," I laughed. "I know that shit hurts but now you see how Mama felt all those years you were cheating on her with random bitches and not giving a fuck about it, so I cheated with your bitch for five years and I was in her guts all over this house. My favorite spot was in your bed when we'd be on top of your silk sheets. I'd have Milan screaming my name. Shit. Why do you think she got our name tattooed on her side?" I asked, laughing. "It wasn't for you, if that's what you're thinking. She got it for me, nigga. Now, tell me if I made you mad."

"I'm gonna kill you," he growled.

I smirked. "Kill me for fucking your wife the way you couldn't? Nigga, you should be thanking me."

"Milan never wanted you. She was with me!" he yelled.

"And sneaking out to see me whenever you were in town. I bet you feel dumb as fuck now because you're thinking back to all of those times you made Milan come over my house to spend time with me and Princess. As soon as I put Princess down, I had Milan screaming my name and cumming all over my dick, which she said was bigger than yours by the way."

Mama sighed. "Theodore, stop! That's enough!"

"No it's not," I smiled. "I had Milan coming to a hotel a few times a week to see me. She was running up the hotel bill on your credit card. She was running up a bill for you to take care of while I took care of her. Milan was getting fucked every single day and you didn't even know it because you're a damn fool and you deserve this shit. You just think nobody can touch you because of your reputation, but newsflash nigga, I snuck in the back door and was fucking your bitch right under your nose and you did everything you could to push us together. Fuck you bitch ass nigga."

My Dad's eyes widened. "Fuck me? Nah. Nigga, fuck you and fuck that bitch! Move Victoria!"

"No, just stay over there please," Mama begged. She was holding my Dad back but I could see her hands were slipping. He was doing anything he could to try to break free of her grasp.

"No! I wanna fuck this little nigga up. I'm tired of his shit."

I shook my head as I chuckled. "I don't think you want this old man," I said as I pulled my jeans up and tightened the belt so they wouldn't sag and slow me down during the fight. I then took off the expensive Rolex I was wearing so this dumb ass can't fuck it up. "Come across this island if you want to and I'm gon' be the last nigga you jump on."

And just like that, he broke free from Mama's grasp and hopped over the island with some of the pictures in his hands. His big ass landed right on top of me but as soon as he got close to me, I started throwing blows and I was aiming for his weak spots. I was punching him in his back because I knew he had problems with his back from years ago when he played ball, so I hit him where it hurt.

He was pounding his fist into my back too as the two of us rolled around on the ground just beating the shit out of each other and taking out or built up steam and rage since we haven't gotten along in years. We talk shit to each other all the time and purposely bump shoulders as we walk pass each other but we never had a valid reason to get physical with each other until now.

He pounded his fist into my back, my weak spot. My back was healed from when I got stabbed back in high school but it wasn't as strong as it should've been since I had some serious nerve damage back there. My back hasn't been the same since I got stabbed and he knew that, so he went for my weakest spot but it's not like I didn't dot he same to him. But I had the advantage because he's older. He's got more body issues going on than I do, so I went for his bad knee and as soon as I kicked him in his right knee, he rolled off of me holding on to his knee.

I could hear Mama yelling for us to stop fighting but it's like the two of us were in our own world and our only focus was each other. He was laying on the ground beside me holding on to his knee, so I climbed on top of him and just punched him as hard as I could.

"I fucking hate you!" I yelled, slamming my fists into his stomach.

Even though he was in pain from his knee, I still felt him wailing on me, so that made me go even harder on him. Mama was still yelling and was trying to pull us apart but she wasn't going to. This fight has been coming for years so she should just step back and let us fight like grown men.

My Dad's punches were starting to slow down so that's when I took the opportunity to stand up and stomp that nigga out. I fucking hate him, more than I've hated anybody in my entire life. He's supposed to be my father. He's supposed to set an example for me on how to be a man but he didn't. He told me the wrong shit. He led me down the wrong paths and had me mixed up in shit I had no business being apart of and sits back and blames it on me. I know part of it is my fault but I blame him for failing me as a parent.

I kicked him one last time in the face before Mama built up enough momentum to tackle me on the ground. "I want you to get the fuck out of here Theodore, now!"

I chuckled as I wiped the blood ass of my face that was dripping into my eye. "Why? We were just starting to have fun."

"Grow the fuck up," she spat. "You and your father should be ashamed of yourselves for letting a common bitch come in between your relationship. The both of you are fucking idiots. Now get the fuck out of my house and don't come back until you have some sense."

"I guess I wont be back then," I commented as I heaved myself off of the ground. Damn. He may have been old but he put up a good fight for a old nigga. My face is all bloody, my head his bloody and sore and the rest of my body has a combination of bruises and bloody. "I hope you get out before he fucks you up too because you're next."

"Leave!" she yelled, making me laugh.

"Alright. I'm leaving. I'm leaving."

"Fuck you," my Dad spat up some of the blood he was coughing up and it landed on my shoes. "Piece of shit."

I looked down at my all white sneakers and frowned. "Fix your fuckin' knee so we can finish next time nigga because this ain't over. I'mma fuck you up again."

"You better hope I'm dead."

"I can mother fuckin' arrange that shit right now," I said as I lifted up my shirt so he could see the gun I carried on me. "Don't fuck with me 'cause I can blow your brains out in an instant and you know I'll do it," I warned him as I walked out of his house feeling sore, in pain, and a little light headed from losing so much blood but I felt relieved for the secret to finally be out in the open and a little remorseful that Milan had to die at the hands of my Mother.

Jaz

**Hours Later**

I stood in the kitchen of me and Aubrey's house with my heart racing. Aubrey left out over an hour ago to pick up his mother and Kennedy from the airport. Kennedy wanted to come down here to visit us but his mother didn't want to put her on a plane by herself, so she came with her. I don't know why she'd come though. She hardly ever speaks to Aubrey. They already had a strained relationship in the past but when he went to prison, she really stopped talking to him. She didn't even call or visit him while he was in prison, so I don't know why she's reaching out now. She should've been reaching out when he needed her the most.

I was more so nervous about how she'd be acting. Me and her have never had a good relationship and I really didn't want her in my home but Aubrey convinced me to let her stay here since Kennedy is going to be here. I'm really only excited to see Kennedy since I haven't seen her in person in years. Sure, we call each other and Facetime periodically but it's nothing like face-to-face contact.

But I'm really nervous about revealing the pregnancy news to Aubrey's family. His father has always been an alcoholic and Aubrey doesn't even care about his opinion, so neither do I. I'm more than positive Kennedy will be happy for us but I'm expecting a different reaction from Miss. Alicia. She's always hated me and Aubrey being together. She hates us being together as much as my parents hate us being together, so I know she'll be disappointed with the two of us getting married and having a baby. She'll be against it and I know she'll do anything in her power to break us up.

"I just hope Aubrey doesn't fall for her game. He usually doesn't fall for her bullshit but he hasn't been exposed to her bullshit in years. I hope he doesn't do anything crazy and let her get in his head because he's been letting people do that lately," I ranted to Theodore, who I was on the phone with. I didn't have anybody else to call. I didn't have many friends except for Theodore, so he was the only person I could call about this situation. I knew he'd be able to give me some sound advice about dealing with Miss. Alicia since they've always gotten along. The only reason they've always gotten along is because she has a thing for him. At least I think she does.

Theodore sighed. "I know, sometimes he be trippin' but he don't play when it comes to you Jaz and you know that, especially now that you're pregnant. Aubrey doesn't let anybody talk shit about you unless it's him talking the shit. You already know him and Miss. Alicia don't even get along like that and I doubt he really even wants her int he baby's life but she has to be there since he wants Kennedy in the baby's life," he explained. "Just tolerate her for a few hours and then be done with her."

I sucked my teeth. "That shit sounds good but they're gonna be here for a week. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with her for a week?"

"Shit," Theodore laughed. "Ion know how you're gonna put up with her for that long. I know I'd need a break from her ass but I suggest spending time with Kennedy. That'll take some of Miss. Alicia's attention off of you and her attention will all be on Aubrey. Let him deal with his Mama."

I smirked. "Or, here's an even better idea. You can come over here and have dinner with us to take the attention off of me. You know Miss. Alicia is always riding your d*ck about something, so you should just come over here."

"Damn. As much as I like free food, I'm gonna have to pass. I got some business to handle at my own house today."

"Just some more family drama, nothing really. I got into it with my Dad this afternoon and had to go to the hospital to get stitches."

My eyes widened. "What? What happened?"

"Well, me and him started fighting because he found out I'd been fucking Milan for the past five years so he tried to beat my ass. Too bad I beat his. I had to get stitches around my knuckles and on my forehead from when he pushed me in the head. I'm cool though."

I knew it! I knew Milan was having an affair with him. He always talked about some girl he was seeing for five years straight, then Goldie randomly pops up and he introduces her to the family as his girlfriend when I know who was coming in and out of the condo we shared. Goldie didn't start coming around until about a year ago but she never came to the condo. She was strictly getting fucked up at the club but the only female that remained constant throughout those five years was Milan. I didn't want to believe he was fucking his step mother but I should've known with him.

I shook my head. "I'm not even surprised. I knew something was going on between you and Milan since she was always over the condo. Are her and your Dad gonna get a divorce?"

"Oh, they've been separated. He moved back on to my Mama weeks ago," he replied, "but Milan's gone."

I scrunched up my face. "Gone, where? Is she dead or something?"

"Hell no. She left the state. I keep hearing a few different stories about where she went. I heard she moved back to California with her parents, then I heard she left the country for a few months because her job wanted her to work at one of their other headquarters overseas. I don't know for sure where she went but she's not here and I don't even have a way to get in contact with her either. She changed her number."

"I think her leaving is for the best. Milan was cool but she was wrong to be sleeping with her stepson. I mean, what if she got pregnant by you? Would the baby be your son or your brother or both? Imagine explaining that shit to the kid," I shook my head just thinking about it.

"Ion know but I don't even wanna think about the shit. I'm glad she never got pregnant though. It was enough with us just fooling around but we would've been fucked if she did get pregnant on some real shit," he said as I heard the front door open.

"Oh shit! They're here. I'll call you back later," I whispered as I ended the call.

"Jazmine, we're home!" Aubrey yelled from in the front.

"Okay! Just a second, I'm taking the food out of the oven!"

I wanted everything to be perfect tonight, so instead of making food, I went out and bought it and I'm gonna pretend like I made it. I'm not the best when it comes to cooking and I know Miss. Alicia will say something if she tastes my food, so I just took the easy way out. I turned the oven off and pulled the food out of it and placed it on top of the stove so it'll look like I actually made this food I got out of the deli section and Walmart.

I took a deep breath before walking out of the kitchen and as soon as I walked out, I could hear Miss. Alicia talking shit about something.

"Why the hell is it so much shit sitting around the house? Does she ever clean? Because, she has time since she's cooking chicken's from Walmart."

Aubrey sucked his teeth. "How do you even know it's from Walmart? And my baby can cook. She made that food just like she makes food for me every night."

"Nuh uh. I know that burnt smell from anywhere and she didn't cook it."

I rolled my eyes. I knew she's start running her mouth about something, I just didn't think she'd be that concerned about some damn chicken from Walmart. Nonetheless, I still walked into the living room with a smile on my face. "Hello Miss. Alicia."

She turned her nose up. "Little girl."

I turned away from her and rolled my eyes before turning to Kennedy, who had grown so much since the last time I'd seen her. She was a lot taller now and her body was actually filling out nicely. She finally grew into her big ears too and I see that she's dressing pretty maturely too. She had on this skin tight, super short shorts that stopped mid-ass and a crop top that stopped right in the middle of her stomach but I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I could see right through the crop top enough to see her belly button piercing and tattoo on her shoulder and on her hip.

Even though Kennedy's demeanor surprised me, I still welcomed her with a smile. "Kennedy, I'm so glad to see you," I said as I pulled her into a hug. "You've gotten so big."

"So have you," she whispered, looking down at my stomach that I'm sure poked hers. She pulled away from me and looked in between Aubrey and I. "So, what's up? What's going on over here?"

Miss. Alicia looked around the living room with her nose turned up. "A whole lot of nothing, I can tell you that."

"Mama chill. You always starting something but what do you mean? Jaz and I have just been living together for the past few months, trying to move forward with our relationship. That's all."

"I don't believe it," Miss. Alicia shook her head. "Aubrey, what does this girl have you doing over here? I never raised you to leave your shit laying around the house like this. This house is disgusting! Don't start picking up on her bad habits because eventually, they're gonna stick with you and if you ever think about coming back home with me, you're gonna have to get your shit together fist. We don't do this in my crib."

Aubrey sighed. "Mama, the house ain't even that bad. It's just a few things laying around that need to be cleaned up but it ain't even that serious. And I told you before I'm not coming back to your house, so you can just forget about that Alicia. You trippin."

"Maybe I am but somebody needs to call this bitch out on how she's keeping this house," she said as she turned to me. "I mean, I know you and your folks think y'all got a little bit of money, but I know yo Mama taught you a little bit about cleaning up after yourself. This is fucking disgusting."

"Look, I don't know who you're calling a bitch but my parents taught me how to clean up after myself, bitch. And bitch if you wanna know who's shit this is laying around the house, it's your sons'. None of my shit is anywhere in sight, bitch. And please don't get me started on what parents did to raise their children. My parents raised me perfectly fine."

Miss. Alicia smirked. "So, they raised you to swing around naked on poles for money?"

"Yeah, the same way you taught your son how to lie, cheat, steal, get arrested and stay in prison for years."

"Hey! Don't be bringing me in y'all's shit. I didn't do anything."

I smirked. "Oh, and let's not forget about the little jobs you claimed to have back in California. Everybody knew you were letting niggas fuck you for $5 a pop, but even then you were giving them back $3 in change. You're a fucking $2 whore. At least I'm making hundreds every night."

"Ladies," Aubrey spoke up. "I thought we were supposed to have a peaceful dinner tonight."

"Fuck that bitch," Miss. Alicia spat. "How dare she disrespect me and how dare you let her disrespect me. You know I wasn't out fucking niggas for money Aubrey, so you need to check that whore."

"Mama, Jazmine didn't even mean it like th--"

"Yes, I did," I cut him off. "She's just in denial that she's a $2 whore and I'm making more money than her working part time while she was full time. Bitch, you stayed out all hours of the night just to lay on your back and let a nigga go up inside of you. By the way, do you still have Herpes?" I asked, laughing because I could see how angry she was getting. She was charging towards me but Aubrey was holding her back. "Right, I'm sure you do since that shit's incurable just like the pain in my ass I get every time I see your old ass face, bitch."

Kennedy sighed. "Seriously, can y'all stop fighting? I thought we came down here so I could see Aubrey."

"Oh, hush up little girl. This ain't all about you," Miss. Alicia spat. "I told you on the plane that I came here to fuck this bitch up for getting in my son's head and convincing him to move away from me. You know we didn't come over here to chit chat with this bitch. I'm strictly beating her ass since she's legal now."

I smirked. "Bitch, I was legal the last time we got into it. You were just too scared to put your hands on me. And if you wanted to beat my ass so badly, you would've done it instead of standing here wasting my time running your big ass mouth."

She scrunched up her face as she took her earrings off. "I was never scared of you and I'm not right now."

I stepped back a little, giving myself more space to fight this old ass broad. "Well, it's nothing stopping you now. It's nothing but air and opportunity around us so I suggest you do it before we start eating."

Aubrey jumped in front of me before Miss. Alicia could even charge at me. "Nobody's going to be fighting. Mama, if you were gonna come here just to fight Jaz, then I don't want you here. You need to get on a flight that'll take you back out to California because nobody's going to be fighting here today."

"Why? Why are you always defending that bitch over me Aubrey? I'm your fucking mother little nigga! You know she came in and destroyed our relationship. She's got you wrapped around her fingers so much that you don't even visit me, you never call me and you never even called me when you were in prison. What happened to how the two of us used to spend time together?"

Aubrey sighed. "Because I'm a grown ass man Mama! I told you before I don't wanna be hanging out with my Mama and it's for a reason. You start acting a damn fool where ever we go, just like you're doing now. And I know you ain't been locked up in a few years but prison ain't the same. I wasn't even thinking about you when I was locked up since you didn't have shit to do with me before I got locked up. You didn't even visit me."

"Because you turned your back on me for that bitch!" She yelled, pointing to me. "I don't even know what you see in her. She's so damn mean, rude, stuck up, and she's ugly as hell. I told you years ago that you should've gotten a woman like me because now you're stuck with this ugly ass bi--"

"Jazmine's pregnant," Aubrey announced and the look on Miss. Alicia's face was one for the books. Her entire face went cold and I knew she was pissed, just like I predicted she'd be. But just seeing how angry she was bought joy to my eyes. I smiled as Aubrey wrapped his arms around me. "The real reason we wanted y'all out here was tell tell you guys the news. She's four months pregnant."

Kennedy smiled. "I knew it!" she said as she walked over to me to pull me into a hug but Miss. Alicia snatched her away.

"No! Don't touch that bitch and don't touch your dumb ass brother. Aubrey, baby, how could you do this to me? You were supposed to save your sp*rm for a bitch that actually mattered, not this raggedy ass, stripping slut. What about me Aubrey? What about my needs? You didn't even consult me before getting her pregnant! I don't want to be a grandmother right now. I'm too young."

Kennedy shrugged her shoulders. "It's no big deal. Just be happy for them."

"Yeah, be happy for us Alicia," Aubrey sighed.

"I can't because Aubrey disobeyed me and my wishes! I told you before, you need to stop chasing after this bitch and get you a real woman like me."

I smirked. "You sound a little jealous, almost like a jealous sidepiece."

Miss. Alicia frowned. "Fuck you whore! And fuck you too Aubrey for letting this whore manipulate you once again but I'm not going to sit around and watch you self-destruct. I'm leaving and I'm taking my daughter with me."

"But Mama, we just got here!" Kennedy exclaimed as Miss. Alicia began dragging her out of the house.

She mushed Kennedy in the head. "Stop all that damn talking little girl. I'm the mother here and I'm saying we're leaving. Aubrey, have fun letting that girl fuck with your head and whore."

I smiled. "Yes?"

"I hope your baby dies, bitch," she spat as she walked out of our house, dragging Kennedy behind with her.

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