The Brothers

"If you see Odell, tell his ass to call me." Heather, Odell's mother tells Colin over the phone as he walks into his penthouse.

"Yes ma'am Ms. Heather, I will do so. Maybe his phone is dead or something."

"That or he runnin around chasing these women who want nothin but his money." Colin chuckles.

"I doubt that.."

"Do I look like boo boo the fool to you?"

"No ma'am, Ms. Heather. You don't." He says through his laughter.

"I can only pray my son finds him a good woman."

"Me and you both."

"I've always counted on you to talk sense into him, now I might need you to knock it into him."

"I've been resisting the urge to do so."

"You have my blessing."

"Yeah, but you know how much of a crybaby your son is. Always has been."

"He'll be alright in the end."

Colin chuckles. "I swear you keep me laughing Ms. Heather. But I will definitely let your son know your looking for him."

"Thank you."

"Yes ma'am. Have a good rest of the day."

"You too."

"I will. Talk to you soon." He says and they hang up and he sighs. "I wonder where that nigga is?" He says. A few seconds, he hears someone enter the penthouse. He alertly looks up and in walks Odell. He relaxes when he sees him. "Yo mama lookin for you?"

"She is?"

"Yes, she is. Your phone dead or somethin?"

"Yeah."

"How...it's only 10 in the morn..." Colin stops mid sentence. "You ain't go home after the game last night."

"I went home. To get my car and bounce. Brittany hit me up, told me to come over. I didn't get to grab my charger or anything"

"...and you still trynna get with Ka--you know what, imma let you keep diggin your own hole. You want me to talk to Akasha and you still doin the same shit."

"She not trynna give a nigga any type of play, so why should I continue to try."

"Gee, I wonder why." Colin says sarcastically.

"Shit, I wonder why too."

"Unbelievable."

"What?"

"Nothin foo." Colin says handing him a spare charger out of one of the kitchen drawers. "So what brings you to my crib, man."

"Came by to see what you told Kash."

"What makes you think I said anything to her."

"Because I know you always have my back."

"I shouldn't have told her shit to be honest. You don't deserve her."

"Here we go. Let me grab my bible so you I can follow along with this sermon I'm bout to give." He says then bows his head.

"The hell are you doin?"

"Waiting for the prayer to start."

"I'm not even gone preach to you. I'll let you figure it out on your own. I'm done with the conversation."

"Okay then. Headed to the club soon."

"Nah, not anytime soon. Junior's game is in a couple hours, so I'm gonna go handle some business and then go to that then stop by the club, make sure everything's ready for tonight."

"Let me roll with you."

"No, you need to go home, call your mother, then go to the club and get ready for tonight."

"There you go, actin like you a nigga daddy and shit." He says typing away on his phone, posting a picture from last night at the game.

"Bless up🙏🏾"

"Odell, I'm bout to kick ya ass out."

"Huh?" He says quickly looking up.

"Are you even listening."

"My bad. I was posting this picture real quick."

"Is that all you do?"

"It ain't all I do. You should get with it."

"You know I ain't into that social media shit. You know I stay lowkey, to damn near invisible and I handle my business."

"Like a ghost. Ain't that what they call you around these streets...Ghost."

"Don't call me that."

"My bad." Odell says throwing his hands up. "I'll see you tonight."

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Cam's already at the club, doing paper work, and Luke makes it shortly afterwards.

"Hey, how'd we do last night?" He says walking into the office.

"Great. Nothing new." Cam says looking up from the papers on the desk. Luke smirks then chuckles. "What?"

"I swear, when Colin came to us with this idea of opening a night club in New York, I thought he was crazy and out of his mind...and now..."

"And now...we killin it." Cam says reclining back in the chair. "Can't nothin or no one take this away...even if they tried."

"Nope. I would make a celebratory drink just for the hell of it, but it's a little early." Luke says.

"Since when is it ever early for you to drink. Let's not act like you didn't get white boy wasted during them early football games in college."

"Yeeeeaaah you're right." Luke says getting up to go to their private stash. He grabs a couple of glasses and pours them both a drink. "Tooooo. Fuckin bitches and gettin money." Cam gives him the "really" look. "I'm kidding."

"I was bout to say. You starting to sound like lil Odell."

"Eh, it's somethin I would have said back in the day."

Cam shakes his head. "To success."

"Here here."