It was fucking huge!
A whole luxury mansion with water fountains, statues, gardens, and state-of-the-art infrastructure. His eyes nearly popped at the roll of cars in the open garage she drove into.
He couldn't keep his eyes in one place. "Bro, all your mom had to do was a tit job and BBL to get in this man's house?" he said in shock.
"Yeah, my mom does men for a living, changes them once every three years, which is why I don't like seeing her," Latisha said, stepping out of the car.
"Piece of information—she's not gonna like you, so brace yourself," she warned him as they moved out of the garage, walking past the water fountain.
The large doors opened to reveal a tall blonde woman in a luxury business suit with a devil-from-hell chihuahua that barked at him the moment it saw him.
She ran and hugged Latisha. "Oh my God, baby, it's been so long."
"Mom, Keisha," Latisha said unenthusiastically as her mother leaned back to look at her.
"You've lost weight," Keisha whispered, wiping a tear.
"Thank God," Latisha said, and he stifled a laugh.
Keisha gave him a scrutinizing look. "And who is this?"
Latisha shrugged, typing away on her phone. "My guy," she said simply.
A high-pitched voice shrilled, "Latisha, glad to see you're as ugly as ever."
Gun looked at the woman's unrealistically large lips and boobs and decided to act blind or risk getting kicked out of his ex's house for being rude.
"Megan… how exciting. Wonder what else is fake today," Latisha retorted in a sweet voice, and Gun stared up at the clouds to avoid laughing.
Megan glared at her. "I beg your pardon."
"With those hideous nails, your pardon," Latisha clocked.
Megan fumed as Keisha decided to step in. "Let's just eat breakfast. My husband Todd will be excited to see you."
Latisha groaned. "Great, more Drake fans."
That one made Gun snicker, and she elbowed him with a smirk.
"Oh wow, who is this handsome fellow?" Megan asked, fluttering her lashes.
Gun fought the urge to take a step back as she clung to his arm. "Oh, my guy," Latisha said, following Keisha into the house.
Great. Thanks, Latisha. Leave me with the load of silicone and filler, he thought as Megan started badgering him with questions.
"So, where are you from?" she asked.
Lie.
He shrugged. "Kingston."
They stepped into the mansion, lit up with exquisite interior designs, paintings, high chandeliers, a huge flat-screen TV, a wine cellar, a bar, and a waterfall mural on the wall.
Wow, he thought. One thing in here would probably get him $100k, and they wouldn't even miss it.
It would take a while to lure the scammer to him, even if he used Latisha's mother's phone to text him right now. But how would he even get his number? He groaned as Megan led him, showing him around.
"This is the gym."
"This is the pool."
"This is the game room my brother uses often," she said, her boobs pressing into his arm.
He let her show him around. He just needed one thing.
"That's my dad's floor. It's off-limits," she said, and he just knew that's exactly where he had to go.
He looked at his watch. Three hours, thirty minutes.
He suddenly pinned her to the wall. "Can you take me in there?"
She panted, twirling her hair. She blinked her falsies at him. "I mean, it would get me in trouble."
He smirked, playing with the ropes of her joggers. "Wouldn't you like that?"
She smiled, then took his hand and led him through. There was nothing special as they walked through the glass rooms. It was just extremely large and empty. She got on tiptoes to kiss him, and he instinctively took a step back. "Um…" he coughed.
"Oh my God, do you need water?" she panicked, running into the large dark doors leading to a massive bedroom lit with dim yellow lights.
Everything gleamed expensive. Then he caught sight of the walk-in closet, the size of his entire house. He slipped in. Watches of every caliber gleamed in glass cases. He licked his lips, rubbing his jaw.
He got picky as he donned a pair of gloves kept right next to the glass case. "Patek Philippe, Rolex, Audemars Piguet, Richard Mille, Vacheron Constantin, Breguet, Jaeger-LeCoultre," he murmured, picking one of each and stuffing them into his pocket. The case was still bloody full. He closed it back.
Not sure this was up to $100k, he needed something more valuable.
"Gun?" he heard her call softly.
He quietly slipped out, walking up behind her. She turned and handed him a bottle of water. He took a sip. "Thanks."
He checked his watch. Three hours left.
He was getting impatient. "Hey, got any super secret rooms in here?" he asked, pulling her close.
She bit her lip. "Yeah." She leaned in for a kiss.
He avoided her lips, going for her ear. He whispered, "Come on, tell me where. Let's go fuck there."
She grinned, running her palm up his abs. "Hell yeah."
She pulled him to a bookshelf. She turned on a light switch, and it moved away like some freaking Tony Stark shit. Inside, it looked like a bank, lockers stacked upon stacks, all locked. In the middle was a diamond in a glass case. On the ground were stacks of briefcases. He bet there was a load of cash in those.
He just needed one. She pulled him in and started at his belt, excitement boiling in her veins as she licked her lips. Then her phone rang. Gun had to thank the Lord. She groaned in frustration. "Give me a moment, pookie," she said, taking the call and walking out of the room.
Thank God. He definitely did not want to fuck both sisters. Been there, done that, the damn bruises didn't heal. Eighteen had been rough.
He didn't hesitate. He grabbed a briefcase, then moved out of the room. Her back was to him as he made his way into the hallway. He started for the stairs when he heard footsteps.
"Someone's in here. Shoot on sight," he heard the order and hid behind a pillar to save his life.
He moved to an open window. It was a long way down. But they were closing in. He climbed out, tossing the briefcase to the ground first. He fell right into a flowering plant.
He groaned as he heard, "Over there!"
"Shit!" He made a run for it, getting to the garage. He ran to the car, realized it was locked, and bashed the window in. Opening it, he took out the wires, starting the engine and speeding out of the garage—only to see Latisha running to him as well. He swerved, opening the door, and she jumped in.
"What the fuck did you do?" she asked as he sped off, shots fired at them.
"Just stuff," he said, pulling out of the gates and into the road.