Nariah POV
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"WHY THE f**k IS THIS NIGGA HERE IN MY HOUSE?!" Cold barked as his veins popped out of the side of his neck and his forehead.
"It's good to see you, son," The man said. Lord, this man must really want to meet you today.
"I ain't yo motherfucking son!" Cold said. "Mama, you are welcomed to come in, but this f**k nigga ain't welcomed," He said to Ms.Tonya. Ms.Tonya walked in, and she walked towards the kitchen.
I stood by Cold's side and grabbed his hand. He looked at me, and I looked at him. Then he turned his head and looked at his father.
"Look, I understand you don't want s**t to do with me, and I don't blame you. But I'm getting older, and I want to be in my children's lives and try to make up for old times." Demeire said. Cold looked like he was thinking.
"After all
