Chapter Eight
The stretch Lincoln rolled through the gates of Showtime’s estate and parked in the white cobblestone, horseshoe driveway. Keith opened the backdoor of the limousine and everyone hopped out. Tyson looked up at the enormous mansion in awe like a kid at Disney World. The place was surrounded by rich green acres of grass and lit up with bright lights. From the outside looking in you would think some kind of ball was taking place inside.
A short, dark skinned butler with graying hair and a goatee pushed a luggage-cart outside and loaded Tyson’s things onto it.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Showtime smiled and nudged Tyson, focused on his home.
“Gorgeous.” Tyson replied, observing the mansion.
“Yo’, man. I’ll check you in the morning,” Keith told Showtime before he was pulled along
