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The three headed out of Gabriel's family home to head over to Bryshere's.
"Detrás de mí." Jesus spoke to the males.
"He wants us to stay behind him." Gabriel translated as they trailed behind the man in the suit.
"He sure? I don't want him to get into it with my father." Bryshere was nervous for Jesus.
"The longer you hang around us you'll learn my father is batshit insane, don't worry bout him."
"Any man in a suit as early as 8 am for no reason is clearly batshit insane, so I believe you." Bryshere chuckled as they walked, approaching the door. The two of them stayed behind and watched from the walkway.
Jesus looked back at them cracking a sly smile to the two before knocking at Bryshere's door.
Bryshere's sibling; Ryan who was hitting 15 soon, answered the door.
"Where's your papa?" Jesus asked immediately.
Ryan laughed and looked the man up and down, "Papa? My dad is upstairs sleep."
"Wake em up..." Jesus now said.
Ryan shook his head no, they knew better than to wake their father. "Can't do that. He don't like that."
"I'll handle him, wake him." Jesus told him again.
"I don't—"
"Just do it, Ry! It's fine." Bryshere finally spoke.
This whole time Gabriel was shocked at his father's clear English. Speechless.
"Aight, Bry. That's your ass." Ryan said, pushing the door shut to go get his father.
Bryshere blew his breath and paced back and forth, all while Gabriel was still trying to figure out when his father even learned English.
"Anything bout your papa I should know? Any guns or weapons he might pull?" Jesus turned to ask Bryshere.
Bryshere shook his head no, "I mean I'm sure he got one somewhere in there but nothing we ever knew of. He's just a professional fighter."
Jesus nodded, "Fun."
Just as he said that the door swung open with a clearly hungover man.
"What you want? Who are you?" Bryshere's father; Keith questioned Jesus.
"That's not important I'm here to make sure your son can get his stuff and leave peacefully." Jesus stated calmly.
Keith chuckled and leaned against his door frame staring straight at Bryshere, "He ain't welcomed here, anything left here is mine. He aight."
