Misunderstood (Toussaint Mafia #4)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Okay, if you aren’t ready to continue on this Toussaint Journey then you can turn back now. I know the wait for Misunderstood was long, but life happens, and we all need time to process grief when it comes. You don’t have to read this But if you are invested in this family then proceed with caution because Brooklyn and Exodus (X) are on the way.

Enjoy.

Pops: Your mom sent me the photos of you online with that lil nigga. I don’t give a fuck who he affiliated with. When I get back in town, it’s a wrap on him.

Mommy: Really B. I thought we discussed you leaving him alone. He’s a thug and you can do so much better than him. I’ll be home soon, and we will put an end to this mess, then celebrate your birthday the right way. I love you, sweetheart.

“ I s everything good? They ready for you to walk in B,” Soul smiled, standing beside her.

Brooklyn put her cellphone into her clutch that was designed like an old school cellphone outline in Swarovski crystals.

She swallowed down her anger before turning to her best friend.

They were the hottest in the city, and she wasn’t going back and forth about the shit.

People often referred to them as Ebony and Ivory because while Brooklyn was fair skinned with blue-ish green eyes, Soul, whose real name was Souline, was a chocolate goddess.

Like a slim thick black Barbie from the nineties Soul was that girl.

Glass like chocolate skin with long sandy brown hair that she kept in tight coils, always styling it in a way that had countless people stopping her on the streets.

Soul had slanted hazel eyes with full lips and bright white teeth.

With a stacked body that was toned thanks to Pilates, she was the only woman that was confident enough in her own skin to accept Brooklyn as the woman she was and love her for it.

Brooklyn had dealt with hate her whole life and she wasn’t even sure as to why.

She felt like she saw bad bitches all the time.

However, whenever she entered a room, women treated her funny.

Gave her stank looks and talked behind her back. Soul was brave enough to be her friend in the fifth grade, and they had been stuck to each other like glue since then.

Soul was the one person to always be there for Brooklyn, who often felt alone or misunderstood.

Even her parents judged her, spent time away from her, and shielded her from the world.

They kept her hidden in Calabasas for as long as they could.

However, the minute Brooklyn was in the streets, it was no turning back.

She attended a party with Soul for an up-and-coming street banger named K-Dash, and the rest was history.

While her parents loathed him, she felt quite the opposite.

K-Dash treated her like a queen and while he wasn’t the most well-respected man in the world, he was good to her, so she planned on sticking beside him.

“Yes, let’s go make these hoes sick,” Brooklyn grinned.

Soul winked and grabbed her hand. Seconds later the double doors to the club was pulled open and streamers lit up the dark nightclub as the bottle girls held up the sign Happy Birthday Queen B . Brooklyn had never smiled so hard in her life as she was ushered into the packed out LA night club with her best friend in tow and K-Dash’s security behind them.

Brooklyn waved at the college girls she knew and even a few bottle girls that always showed her love in the club. She went into her birthday section and spotted K-Dash standing near the sofa with designer bags lining the seats behind him. He wore a confident smirk as he held open a black velvet box. Soul let her hand go and pulled out her own phone to record the moment.

“Queen B, look at you. Fine as fuck like always. Spin for me,” K-Dash mused.

Brooklyn blushed as she did as he asked. When she turned, K-Dash smacked her round ass that she got from her momma, making her laugh. She turned back to him and her smile faded as she looked at the prettiest Cuban link she had ever seen. Her heart started to race as K-Dash looked at her lovingly. He wasn’t the sexiest that Brooklyn would admit. She’d seen finer men; however, it was K-Dash’s vibe that pulled her in. He carried himself like he was that nigga, and he dressed so damn well. Plus, it helped that he’d gotten fillers to even out his face and gotten his teeth done. Still, he was a street guy. He had his hood tatted all over his body, including running down the side of his face. When Brooklyn looked up into his dark eyes, she saw the man that rubbed her feet while she watched TV, and it made her heart warm.

“You my lucky charm, B. I don’t do too much talking cause they already know what it is with us but I gotta say this. You the best thing to ever happen to a nigga and I ain’t letting up off you, Happy Birthday to the finest woman in the world!” K-Dash boasted.

“Happy Birthday Brooklyn,” K-Dash’s father yelled, standing beside him.

K-Dash’s father was one of the OGs of the gang K-Dash was heavily involved in. Brooklyn smiled at his dad before turning and allowing for K-Dash to place the necklace onto her neck. He then proceeded to hug her from the back as people recorded them online and snapped photos.

“Love you girl,” K-Dash mumbled, face dipped into her neck.

Brooklyn closed her eyes, soaking in all the affection he gave her. That was the main reason she rode for him. K-Dash fed the part inside of her that needed to hear those words of affirmation daily. It didn’t matter that he was a rapper or in the streets. He wasn’t cheating and if he was, he had his hoes in check because she had never been brought that type of drama before.

“I love you too, baby,” she said, hugging his arms that were around her neck.

“Yesss, Happy Birthday B!” Soul screamed, filming them.

Brooklyn danced sexily on K-Dash as the music turned to Megan Thee Stallion and he enjoyed the dance until it was time for her to open her gifts. After going through several bags and loving all of her designer gear Brooklyn retreated to the bathroom to relieve her bladder. After handling her business, she checked her phone as an unknown caller hit her line.

“Hello,” she said nervously.

“Brooklyn Toussaint?”

Brooklyn went to the wall and leaned against it while frowning.

“Who is this?” she asked.

“I have been searching all over for you,” the older man said with a grin in his words.

Brooklyn watched Soul come into the bathroom as she went back to the call.

“And who is this?” Brooklyn insisted.

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled.

“Someone from your parents’ past, sweetheart. Could we meet up after your birthday party, and I tell you a few secrets? Maybe even reveal why your mom is in Detroit so much,” the man spoke.

Brooklyn felt her alarms going off at his words. However, her curiosity had her wanting to know who the hell she was speaking with.

“Look, stop playing on my phone. I don’t have time for this nonsense.”

“Your father is Davido Toussaint, the heir to the Toussaint mafia. Your mom is Jazmine Toussaint, the actual wife of the late Carlos Toussaint. If you wanna know more, you will meet me at this address right now. See you soon.”

The call ended and Brooklyn wasn’t sure why, but her hand was shaking as she held her phone. Soul walked over holding a bottle of unopened champagne as she smiled.

“Everything okay, B?”

Brooklyn looked down at her phone and saw that the address was literally two blocks away from where she was at. While she thought of dismissing the call, the seriousness of the man’s voice and the things he said had her interest piqued. Her parents downplayed the kidnapping. Saying it was a man that was out to get money from them and didn’t even want to discuss the ordeal. They simply placed Brooklyn in therapy and expected for someone else to fix what the kidnapping broke in her. Brooklyn still had night terrors because of the kidnapping, and she wanted answers. Real ones that gave her clarity. She looked at Soul and put on a brave face, not wanting anyone to know what she was about to do just yet.

“Um, yeah,” Brooklyn cleared her throat. “I need to run out to my car to grab something real quick. I think my period is about to come,” she lied quickly.

Soul smiled.

“Bet lets go, I need to hit this blunt anyway,” she replied.

Brooklyn looked at her.

“I’ll be right back. You can stay in here and make sure those gold diggers stay out of K-Dash’s face. Please?” she begged, feeling the intense need to be at the address that was blindly sent to her cellphone.

Soul sighed before her shoulders laxed, and she nodded.

“Since when you care about bitches, but it’s cool, I got you. But you better come right back,” she agreed.

Brooklyn smiled at her best friend.

“I’ll be right back!” she tossed over her shoulder, rushing out of the bathroom.

Because security was heavy at the front of the club, Brooklyn chose to use the back of the club’s emergency exit. She stepped into the dark alleyway and headed towards the parking lot that was on the side of the building. Her mind was on a million and one questions, as she called her mom.

“Baby! Are you okay?” Jazmine asked in a rush.

Brooklyn frowned at the worry in her mother’s voice. Was it true, and was she scared that her secrets were about to come out?

“Actually, No, I’m not okay. I need for you to-shit!” Brooklyn fussed when she dropped her cellphone by accident, and it crashed into the dirty pavement, making it shut off.

She leaned down to grab her phone and when she stood, she jumped from alarm at the sight of the five men dressed in black with red rags hanging from the sides of their pockets and covering the bottom half of their face. The men held out guns as they looked her up and down with inquisitive eyes.

“Let her through,” the tallest man spoke as his eyes found a way to hone in on her wide hips and cleavage that was spilling from the top of the white body con dress that was laced up the sides.

Brooklyn exhaled, ready to pee on herself from fright.

“Thank you so much,” she sighed.

Brooklyn found a way to squeeze through the men who were standing in the alleyway and walked with fast steps when a deep voice halted her movement.

“Wait, is you K-Dash’s bitch? It’s your birthday, right? I saw that nigga post you online,” the man said, and moments later, the sound of a gun chamber being loaded made her heart race.

Brooklyn didn’t need to look back before the reality of the situation set in on her and she ran as fast as she could down the alleyway however her feet in the tight heels couldn’t get her to safety enough as the bullets entered her body lighting up the alleyway like it was the fourth of July.

“Tell that pussy ass nigga, come find me on Grape Street,” the shooter boasted as Brooklyn crashed into the pavement.

Brooklyn’s chest heaved up and down in a hurry as her body went into shock at what was happening. Her eyes remained opened, and she watched as the men laughed while heading out of the alleyway.

“Aye, we not going in there?” one masked man questioned.

“Nah, stop being weird, bro. We shot his bitch. That’s even better than shooting him. Trust we’ll be smoking on that hoe in no time. I lit her ass up with bullets. Matter of fact,” the shooter stopped talking and Brooklyn closed her eyes quickly. She held her breath as the man came back over to her and grabbed her wrist.

Time seemed to stall as she prayed he couldn’t tell her heart was racing.

“She gone,” he bragged before whipping out his phone and taking photos of Brooklyn on the ground covered in blood.

The men retreated from the alleyway, and Brooklyn slowly opened her eyes. Once she was positive, he was gone. Weak, nearly unable to breathe, she sat up. Brooklyn’s eyes watered as she rose to her feet. Her legs wobbled and her vision blurred as she trudged down the alleyway following the street lights. Brooklyn took the slowest steps of her life and when she hit the sidewalk, the LA nightlife lit up her teary eyes. Some people walked by, not paying her bloody body any mind. However, the man emerging from the black G Wagon instantly recognized her plight as he stopped talking with his friend to rush over to her.

“Deebo, open the door!” he ordered his friend.

Brooklyn fell into his arms, and the man looked at her in confusion.

“Boston?” he asked in bewilderment, picking her up.

Brooklyn started to cry as he held her, making her body burn from the bullets being shifted around.

“Please, please,” she begged as the man carried her to the back of his wagon. “Please, my name is Brooklyn call my—” Brooklyn’s sentence was cut short as her body went numb and her consciousness left her being making her fall limp into the man’s arms.

Misled coming soon…..