Free The Versace League by Shan Page A

You act like she can help the fact that she’s mixed,” Cortez exhaled.
    “You know I have no problem with her being mixed. I’ve dated plenty myself. I just think she a lying, gold digging-“ Yamin sucked his teeth. “See, I don’t want to disrespect you by calling her out her name, so that’s why I call her a mutt bucket.”
    “And y’all know what it is with me and Donica. We just grew apart,” Cortez said.
    “But you still fucking her though,” Aasir asserted.
    “Man, y’all be easy on me. I know I be fuckin’ up sometimes,” Cortez laughed. “I’m a leave Donica alone eventually. Me and Trice gonna be getting married a few months after you big bruh.” He took a puff of the weed, held the smoke in for a few seconds, and then blew it out. He sighed heavily and stared down at the floor wondering about his relationship with Patrice.  Just as he told himself that Patrice loved him for him and that his brothers were full of shit, she walked in with at least four shopping bags in each hand all from high end department stores.
    It pissed him off that she spent the day shopping but at least he could see where the few thousand dollars had gone.  He was hardly hurting behind money and he was sure Patrice didn’t know about his true finances. As much as he wanted to ball all out over the city and stunt on niggas and bitches with Patrice, Yamin wouldn’t allow it. He didn’t want any unnecessary attention being brought to The League and insisted that they kept it calm until they were out of the game. The bank account that Patrice knew about never went over a quarter million dollars so it was impossible that she was just with him for his money. He knew of plenty niggas that kept that kind of cash lying around like it was nothing, so why was Patrice there with him and not with one of them?
      “Hey y’all! Why y’all looking at me like that?” Patrice asked as she peered through her Dolce and Gabbana shades.
    “What’s up Trice? You bring me something back?” Aasir asked with a smirk.
    “Hell no! Baby, look….” Patrice placed her bags on the floor and reached into the bag that came from Best Buy. She pulled out a digital camera and a huge smile crossed her face. “….I did buy you a new camera. I already took it out the box to check it out. I didn’t want to get the wrong one.”
    “You mean he brought him a new camera,” Yamin said.
    “Oh shut up, Ya! Let me take y’all a picture,” Patrice smiled. She pulled her shades off and held the camera to her face. “Come on, stop acting like you’re too tough to smile Cort.”
    Since the beginning of his relationship with Patrice, Yamin never once gave him his approval and that bothered him. Yamin's okay meant everything to him just as much as his father's approval did before he died. Most of the time he would allow it to roll off his back thinking Yamin was being mean because he didn’t approve of him leaving his family, but now he truly wondered if Yamin’s suspicions were right. Looking at the bags Patrice brought in now had him considering his brother's allegations.
    Normally Cortez would use his computer skills and connections to research any woman he dated before he ran into Patrice, but it always ruined his relationship when the woman found out what he'd done. When he’d met Patrice, he decided that he would do the one thing his father and older brothers had taught him not to do-trust a woman.
    Cortez leaned back on the sofa and looked Patrice over. She was definitely a bombshell and it blew Cortez’s mind each time he looked at her. She was mixed with Puerto Rican and black and had and amazing shape. Her exotic features were breath taking from her soft brown skin to her hazel eyes. She had long black curly hair that she kept in a bun most of the time and she was exceptionally thick in all the right places. Cortez loved his women in all shapes and sizes, but he had to admit that Patrice's looks were the only reason he'd even approached