Page 5 of Summer in London
chapter
three
Naasson sat in a director’s chair as he watched Deen do his thing on the set.
Deen was shooting an urban movie about street life and gang culture in London.
The movie was about a group of guys coming up and getting it out the mud, and they had their different love interests.
Naasson had only been on set for a few hours, but he knew the movie was going to be a hit.
He was glad that he’d invested in the project.
Naasson was more relaxed in London than he would have been in the states, but the dark cloud looming over his head was still there.
He knew that his life had forever been changed, and Naasson didn’t do well with the unknown.
He had thought about it and once Deen left London, would he really want to stay there all alone and start a new life where he didn’t know anyone?
Naasson knew with his new identity, he could go back to the states, he just couldn’t go back to North Carolina, and he’d have to stay out of trouble, so he wouldn’t have to be fingerprinted.
Going back to Diamond Cove or anywhere near there where he could be easily recognized was a no no.
At this point, going back to the states wouldn’t be too much different than being in London because he’d have to choose a state and go start a new life.
He had some family in the A, but Naasson wasn’t really trying to live in Atlanta.
He didn’t want to go up north either. He didn’t know what in the hell he wanted to do besides going back into the past and erasing the shit he’d done.
Naasson thought back to the day that changed his life forever.
“Yo,” he answered the phone for his sister, Kamryn.
“Naa, I hate to bother you with this bullshit, but can you please cash app me $200? I’m at the shop trying to get my car.
Last night, Brandon said he was going to come up here with me and pay, and he woke up this morning on some other shit.
He’s been spazzing and going off all day.
I don’t know what’s wrong with his goofy ass. ”
Naasson’s brows furrowed. He always knew there were two sides to a story, and he didn’t like getting into other people’s relationships, but Kamryn was his sister.
“That nigga been owing me $400 for the past few weeks. What he doing with his money lately?” he asked concerned.
Naasson’s sister had been coming to him more and more for money lately, and that was weird to him because he’d been fronting Brandon dope to sell.
He was fronting the man dope, so he could take care of his family.
“I really don’t know, but I think he’s been using something.
I just don’t know what. He’s come in the house a few times, and his eyes have been super red.
He straight up looks like he’s possessed by the devil, and he’ll pick arguments with me over the smallest thing.
After this though, I’m telling him he can’t come back to my house. ”
Naasson shook his head. “Aight, I’ll send you the money.”
“Thank you.”
Naasson ended the call, sent the money, and went back to what he was doing.
An hour later, he got a frantic call from his mother.
“I can’t get to Kamryn because I’m at the doctor, but Brandon is over there showing his ass.
Please go get those kids, I don’t want them over there doing all that in front of them. ”
Naasson was pissed. For one, he had no desire to stop what he was doing and go insert himself into someone else’s business, but he knew how his mother was about her grandkids.
After ending the call, Naasson finished the transaction that he was in the middle of and stuffed the money in his pockets before hopping in his Audi and breaking the speed limit all the way to his sister’s house.
He pulled up in the driveway and from the moment he opened his car door and placed one sneaker on the ground, he heard yelling from inside the house.
Kamryn screamed at the top of her lungs, and Naasson took off for the front door.
He tried the knob, and the door was open.
Naasson walked into the living room to find the kids crying while Brandon had Kamryn pinned on the couch choking her.
A broken lamp was sprawled in the middle of the floor, and the coffee table had been overturned.
With no hesitation, Naasson hit Brandon in the back of the head so hard that the man immediately let Kamryn go and hopped up dazed.
Naasson had to literally clench his fists at his sides because he didn’t want to traumatize the kids with even more violence, but he was itching to knock Brandon’s ass out.
His chest heaved up and down, and anger had his nostrils flaring.
“You gon’ sneak me, nigga?” Brandon barked so hard that spit flew from his mouth. His eyes were dilated, and he indeed looked like he was on some kind of drug, but Naasson didn’t give a single fuck what the man was under the influence of.
“You got damn right. Yo’ ass was choking my sister.
I suggest you get your shit and leave. I’m telling you.
It’s those kids keeping me off yo’ ass right now.
Just leave my sister’s house. It’s not like you paying bills in this muhfucka anyway.
” Naasson’s voice was low, and his tone was calm, but he was as serious as a heart attack.
With tears streaming down her face, Kamryn got up off the couch and ushered her children to the back of the house.
She and Brandon had been toxic from day one.
It wasn’t unusual for their kids to see the couple argue and berate each other, but Kamryn hated when her children had to witness Brandon putting his hands on her.
That wasn’t the kind of dysfunction that she wanted them to ever get used to.
She had her first child at sixteen and the second one at nineteen.
Brandon was down more than he was up, and she bounced from one low paying job to the other.
Kamryn wanted an upscale, suburban life for her children, but it simply wasn’t working out the way that she’d planned.
The $700 a month rent for the small house they occupied was all they could afford.
The home had a roach infestation that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times pest control came, the tile was coming up off the floor in the kitchen, and they lived next door to a whole family of crackheads.
Kamryn wanted Brandon to get himself together and help her to live a better life, but the older he got, the worse he seemed to get.
He’d be on his feet bringing in money for all of a few months before he’d be back down again.
Brandon was pissed that Naasson had hit him from behind, so despite the man talking to him calmly and asking him to leave, Brandon remained volatile and confrontational. “Nigga, make me leave, nigga. You don’t know what I pay in this house. You only know what your lying ass sister tells you.”
With a sneer on his face, Naasson took a step closer to Brandon. “I’m asking you one more time to get your shit and leave this house. After that, I will make you leave, and the moment you step foot back on the property, it’s gon’ end bad for you, and that’s a promise.”
Brandon looked Naasson up and down. “Suck my dic―”
He didn’t even finish the sentence before Naasson had cocked his arm back and crashed his fist into Brandon’s face.
Brandon flew back onto Kamryn’s couch, and blood immediately began spurting from his nose.
He jumped up in an attempt to charge Naasson, but the man caught Brandon and easily flipped his 5’9 frame slamming him onto the living room floor.
“This what you want?” Naasson asked as he kicked the man in his side. “Suck your what? I can’t hear you,” his chest heaved up and down as he kicked the man again.
Kamryn ran into the living room. “Brandon you gotta leave before I call the police. You don’ already tore my house up. I work too hard for my stuff. I’m trying to avoid calling the police because you have a warrant, but you don’ scared my fucking kids. Get out!”
Brandon peeled himself up off the floor. Blood dripped from his mouth and stained the bottom half of his face. “Fuck you, bitch. I swear to Go―”
Another blow from Naasson sent Brandon crashing back onto the floor. “I can do this all day, homie,” Naasson stated in a bored tone. “Just leave man.”
He really had better things to be doing, and he was becoming pissed.
He was about to part his lips to tell Kamryn to go ahead and call the police.
Men like him didn’t fuck with twelve, but he didn’t have the patience or the time to mediate his sister’s domestic disputes.
It would be better for the police to handle him versus Naasson anyway.
But before he could form the words, Brandon was up off the floor and walking towards the door.
“I got something for you, pussy. You want to keep putting your hands on me. Your bitch ass mammy gon’ be buying a black dress,” he seethed as he rushed for the door.
“My mammy gon’ what, nigga?” Naasson asked with a scowl. He followed Brandon to the door, and Kamryn ran past Naasson.
“Brandon, no! You better not do that shit! I swear to God!”
Naasson angrily pushed the screen door open and stepped out onto the porch as Brandon made his way towards his car while Kamryn stood on the porch frozen, eyes wide with fear.
“I’m ‘bout to kill everything moving ‘round this bitch.”
“Oh yeah?” Naasson asked as he pulled his gun from the waistband of his jeans and walked down the steps. “You think so?”