Free The Versace League by Shan Page B

her. He was looking for a quick fuck, but ended up falling in love. He only hoped that it was as real for her as it was for him.
    "Baby, smile!" Patrice hissed. She had taken several pictures, but Cortez had been too deep in his feelings to smile. She walked over to him and sat on his lap. She could see that something was bothering him. "What's wrong boo?"
    "I'll holla at you later baby bruh. Get at me in the morning," Yamin said as he stood to his feet. He yawned and stretched his arms out before walking toward the door.
    "Yea, I think I'm a be out too," Aasir dapped Cortez up and followed behind Yamin.
     
    That had been 3 months ago. Yamin placed the picture frame back onto the fire place and let out a wearied breath. He could feel the tension in his shoulders and reached in his pocket for a lighter. He removed the blunt he had resting on his ear and quickly fired it up. He intentionally hadn't come to Cortez's home before because he knew it would cause him further pain, but he promised Donica that he would come to retrieve Cortez's financial information. Whether Cortez had been with Donica or not, he knew his brother would never leave her hanging.
           He took the stairs two at a time, and took the first right that led him to Cortez's office. Yamin smiled at the setup. Cortez was a true computer geek and he was glad that he'd forced him to go to college. Cortez obtained his bachelors in computer science this past fall and Yamin had been like a proud parent. He didn't have the time to go to school and Aasir hated school, but he didn't give Aucelie or Cortez a choice in the matter. It wasn't that they needed the education, but to Yamin it would make them that much better than they already were.
    He hoped for his siblings to leave The Versace League alone and live normal lives. They had the potential to be anything they wanted and seeing Cortez's degree on the wall proved that. It proved that they had risen above the hood they were from and that the criminal life was just a choice. Unfortunately for Cortez that choice had led to his death.
                       A tear slid down Yamin's face as he walked around the desk and sat in the huge chair. He melted comfortably into the cushion and was hit right in the face with a picture of Ashley. His heart skipped a beat and his chest felt like it would cave. She was sitting on a swing and was wearing one of the most beautiful smiles Yamin had ever seen. He hadn’t spent very much time with her before the incident happened, but he promised himself that once he got her back, that she would be his number one priority.
          Yamin placed the tip of the blunt between his lips and began to dig through Cortez's file cabinet. There were mainly old papers from when Cortez was in school and a few personal items, but not what Yamin was looking for. Donica informed him that Cortez kept a private account that he used specifically for her and Ashley, she didn’t know how much was in it, but that it was what he used to pay her bills and to save money for the two of them.
    He also wanted to get a copy of Cortez’s will. The last thing he wanted was Patrice to find it before he did, if she hadn’t already. In due time, he would be contacting their lawyer to ensure Cortez’s funds were appropriately handled in the way he would have wanted.
                  After not finding the paperwork Yamin closed the file cabinet and wiggled his hand over the computer’s mouse. He waited for the three computer screens to awaken from its sleep and was stopped by a lock screen requesting a password. He sat back in the seat and took a puff of the blunt and then blew out a cloud of smoke. Yamin was stumped.
    He had no idea what Cortez’s password was and wasn’t even going to waste time trying to figure it out. He pulled out his cell phone to call someone that he knew would be able to help him. Cortez was a computer scientist and always feared that someone would hack