The Versace League by Shan

muscular build. He had skin the color of honey, some of the sexiest brown eyes known to man, kept a low cut fade, and a little fuzz on his chin that he always rubbed when he was nervous.
    “You haven’t slept have you?” Yamin asked.
    “Yea, I’ve been sleeping. I was out at Aucelie’s-”
    “You haven’t slept since you’ve gotten the news, huh? You look like shit.”
    “I’m good. I’m easy big bruh. Just been chilling with sis and making sure she’s straight. You feel me?”
    “Who’s gonna make sure you’re straight?” Yamin questioned. He could tell that his brother was hurting just as much as he was. This wasn’t easy for either of them and he felt bad for making Aasir and their sister Aucelie do it all alone. “I got you. I got us. Just like I took care of us when Pops died, I’m a take care of us now.”
    Aasir nodded his head and Yamin pulled him in for a hug. For the first time since finding out about Cortez’s death, he broke down. He let it all out, all the pain he’d been harboring, the anger he held in-he just cried. He wanted his little brother back. He wanted to talk to him one last time and let him know that he loved him. He just wanted things to be like they used to be. 
    ***
     
    “It’s pretty good. It doesn’t taste like I thought Crab Pasta would taste,” Jessica said dabbing her mouth with her napkin.
                  “How did you think Crab Pasta would taste?” Yamin asked.
                  “I don’t know, like a crab,” she laughed.
                         Yamin picked up his cell phone and completely zoned out. He was doing whatever he needed to fix his relationship with Jessica, but he couldn't help that his mind was preoccupied. He felt as if he should have been combing the city from top to bottom looking for Ashley, not sitting at Red Lobster sharing Crab Pasta and sipping on wine. He blew out a deep breath and leaned back in his seat.      
              Unbeknownst to him, Jessica was intently staring at him with tears forming in her eyes. She'd been doing her best to accept things and focus on having a happy marriage after heavily contemplating whether she should stay or leave. Now that she had the truth about what Yamin had been hiding, it was hard to move forward. Staring at her husband from the outside, she loved him, but it was who he was on the inside that caused concern. She didn’t know this man, and it broke her heart that she even felt that way.
           "Yamin, are you--"
            "Hey Ya. Why you didn't tell me you were out with your wife?" Katrina asked as she approached the table and held her hand toward Jessica, "Hi, I'm Katrina. You must be Jessica."
           Jessica took Katrina's hand and slowly looked her over. She was a pretty girl; brown skinned, with oval shaped eyes, and a cute round nose. She had perfectly toned arms, and a nice figure from what Jessica could see.
             "Yes, I'm Jessica. I'm sorry but I can't say that I've heard of you."
             "Have a seat Katrina," Yamin interrupted. He could see where Jessica's tone was going and knew it was best he intervened before it was too late. That was who he’d been texting on his phone. Katrina messaged him saying that she had information and wanted to know if the two of them could meet up. He didn’t mention to her that he was out with Jessica because he knew she wouldn’t have come if he had. 
         Katrina walked around to the other side of the table and sat down. She kept a firm, but pretty smile planted on her face as she looked in their direction. Yamin placed an arm around Jessica's shoulder and it caused Katrina to fold inside. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest.
                  “There weren’t any prints and I had Jamison check his system to be sure and he didn’t come back with anything either,” Katrina said.
                  “You