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King of Hearts Pt. VII

Tristan reddened as Greg display photos of Michael and Andre together. Tristan attempted to contain his rage as he balled his fist with tears forming in his eyes. Greg smirked. Greg flashed every photo in Tristan's face.

"Enough! I can't take any more of this shit" Tristan stormed up.

Greg reclined on the couch as Tristan paced. Tristan raced across his living room floor and hold his hand over his mouth. His hands trembled. Tristan felt his heart cracking piece by piece as he thought. Greg smirked as he watched Tristan go through agony. Tristan fidgeted his hands, tried to coax himself, and failed as the pain built up. He walked toward to his cigar and grabbed his pack with his trembling hands.

"Don't he fucking know I love him…" He panted as he lit his blunt.

Tristan sucked in his blunts, exhaled a cloud of kush, and his body stopped shaking. Greg sat up on the couch and smiled.

"Are you ok nigga?" Greg questioned.

"I am good, this just some fucking bullshit." Tristan took another puff of his blunt and he sat down on his loveseat. His mind wonder where about whether Michael was doing this to get back at him or if Greg was just making this shit.

"Are you sure these damn pictures real?" Tristan pulled his blunt on the ashtray on the coffee table. He breathed as he prepared for the words that Greg was about to tell him.

"Yes, they are real." Greg lounged back the couch.  

"Apparently you need to let your cousin have it" Greg smiled as he seen Tristan placed his head in his hands.

"You need to get your man and your cousin in check" Greg stood up and take the photos off of the coffee table. Suddenly, Tristan's fist collided with the coffee table shatters flew into the air, and his blunts struck the floor.

"You know what you got a fucking point" Tristan stared up with fire within this eyes. His blood pumped with pure agony and rage. His heart blackened as he thought of ideas of Michael being with someone else.

"Well make your point then" Greg stated.

"You know where they going to be" Greg smiled as he knew he had got the best of Tristan.

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