After Eight years, Ghenesis Santiago leaves for Atlanta, Ga to try having a relationship with her father and his new family. While having to maintain her senior year in highschool and working with her brother and his Crew under her father's orders...
I glanced at the girls and Gigi. “Bye, y’all,” I said quickly, grabbing my things.
He walked me out to the parking lot where the truck was parked. Opened the passenger side door and helped me in, gentle but quiet. No words, just movements. I buckled up. He got in, started the engine, and pulled off.
“Where we goin’?” I asked, side-eyeing him from the passenger seat.
“Work,” he said, eyes straight ahead. ~~~~~~~~
“What the hell…” I mumbled, pressing my forehead to the glass.
We’d been driving damn near an hour, and the further we went, the more nervous I got. Trees everywhere. No more street signs. No more buildings. Just road, dirt, and woods.
My anxiety was doing jumping jacks in my chest. I wanted to ask what kind of work this was, but I kept quiet. His energy was too serious, and I ain’t know if now was the time.
Finally, we pulled up to this tall black gate—real secure looking, with steel bars and a weird badge logo I couldn’t make out. The letters H.O.S were engraved into the center.
Zeus rolled down the window and tapped in a code on a black keypad. The gate made this loud buzzing sound, then slowly slid open.
He drove us through like it was nothing.
But me?
My jaw dropped.
Because whatever this place was…
It definitely wasn’t regular.
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We pulled up in front of a gated house that looked straight outta a rap video—lowkey tucked in the woods, but still loud as hell with the energy it gave off. Zeus parked next to three other cars that looked like they belonged in a damn magazine. Luxury on luxury.
I blinked. “Whose house is this?”
“Mine,” he said casually.
I turned and stared at him like boy stop playin’.
He caught my look and smirked. “Well... mine and my bros. We come out here to work—or when we need to get away.”
With that, he hopped out the truck like it was nothing.
A few seconds later, he opened my door and helped me down again. That was the second time today. Quiet, no words—but his hand stayed steady, firm. I appreciated it... even if I didn’t know how to say that out loud yet.
