Chapter 7.

Brooklyn got a call from Blaze right after Darlene called to update him about Philip Black’s family and she had made them comfortable in the penthouse. 

Brooklyn missed Blaze’s calls and dialed his number, he picked on the second ring.

“Hello, Brother. No need to call back, mum told me where to find you.” Blaze said, chuckling on the other end and Brooklyn hung up the phone.

When Blaze arrived at his villa, he plopped himself on the chair and asked one of the maid to get a glass of chilled water.

“What’s your name, pretty girl?”

Blaze asked, scrutinizing her body with his eyes. The maid was about to answer but Brooklyn cuts her off.

“Go about your duty.” He faced his twin brother, “What’s up, Blaze?”

“You’ve really made a name for yourself. I heard what Greenwood did at his hotel.” Blaze said, smiling.

“Yeah, that’s his loss, not mine.” Brooklyn said, as a matter of fact. 

“I told you to join me then, as brothers we would have done it easily together.”

“So dad would have put one of us in jail as a consolation for Greenwood even though he would clean the mess.” Brooklyn scoffed.

“I would have been the one to go to jail after all you’re the family’s heir.” Blaze said, his voice hinting jealousy.

“Blaze, don’t start.” Brooklyn warned, holding a finger up in his face.

“Brook, let’s talk about it.. you’re father’s favorite, the soft one, the one that list which makes you the obedient child.”

“You don’t do everything father wants and yet, he didn’t cut you off, didn’t freeze your account but he did that to me when I left. So what’s your point?”

Blaze had a smile plastered on his face and it didn’t falter, “You and I know that position is mine.”

“Maybe if you listened to our father, he would have shared the inheritance between us both instead of me heading all of it.” Brooklyn said, relaxing back in his seat, “But then, Blaze, you’re still getting whatever you want regardless.”

“I want more!” Blaze yelled, springing up from the chair suddenly.

Brooklyn looked up at him, and shake his head, “You want more?”

“I want what you have.”

“Then act more like an Ashland. Not a prick.” Brooklyn flatly said. 

“So I’m the prick now?”

“Blaze, you’re acting like a child.” 

“But you want to act like me to the world.”

“Not anymore.. it’s risky. Mason Greenwood is after you, not me.”

“Bro!” Blaze exclaimed, “he’s after the both of us, he’s after our father, our family and everything that concerns Ashland.” 

“You’re the caused of it. You’re such a glutton.” Brooklyn kissed his teeth.

“You know what, I am done exchanging words with you, if you don’t step down from the position, I’m going to announce to the world, newflash, “Brooklyn Ashland, favorite son of Ashland rules the company.” Blaze said, acting like a newscaster.

“How much do you want Blaze?” 

“Are you buying me now?”

“Aren’t you broke?”

Blaze glared at him, “I want a tangible amount in my account, I’m flying out of Manhattan tonight, I don’t know where I’m going but I wouldn’t let no hater lay a finger on me.” 

“You’d get in an hour.”

“Brooklyn don’t get me mad.”

“Blaze, get out of my house.” His brother turned to leave, when he got to the door, Brooklyn called him back, Blaze stopped in his tracks, holding the door handle, without looking back.

“Thank you for not being on the same page as me, you literally don’t got my back anymore.” Brooklyn said and Blaze walked out.

What Brooklyn had said, hurt him, he knew he should be there for him after causing troubles in the family and often time, Brooklyn had been his savior, saving him from the whiplash of their father.

If there was anything William Ashland hated, it was someone with a reprobate attitude. He detest unprincipled people.

Deep down within Blaze, he knew he wasn’t fit to run the business because he would ruin it to the core but his brother was right, he was starting to get broke and at his early thirties, his father wouldn’t give him any money and the villa his mother had gotten for him as a gift, Blaze had sold it off two weeks later and what was his excuse.

“He was broke.”

Blaze was one to spend lavishly because money is meant to be spent for another to come in according to his words.

Brooklyn kept to his words, it wasn’t up to thirty minutes before Blaze called him and said he’d be flying to Greece because he haven’t tasted a Greek girls and he heard from his friends that Greek girls are goddesses and their body need to be worshipped by men like him. 

He ended the call saying he would be back again for more and that Brooklyn should always keep to the end of the deal.

Brooklyn dialed his mother’s number, “Brooklyn?” 

“Mom, if it wasn’t for the striking resemblance I’d have questioned you thoroughly about where you got your son Blaze from.” 

“Why? What has he done again?” 

Brooklyn explained to his mother and he didn’t know that his father was with their in the background.

“Nonsense! He’s no son of mine.” William Ashland said, “I’m gonna give him a call, he would do no such things, he has put me in enough mess.” 

“Dad, don’t worry, I can handle it. I don’t want you stressing yourself out because of Blaze.” Brooklyn assured his parents. “How’s Olive doing?” 

“She’s a great kid.. I feel like a mom again.” His mother said. “Have you heard from Stacy?” 

“She’s filing for a divorce.” 

“I’m happy. I never approved of her anyways. Who is she with?”

“Adonai Kingston. Her ex.” Brooklyn answered, yawning.

“She’s such a low life.” His mother hissed.

“Mom, it’s okay. Let it go. I’ll update you whatever happens. My regards to Olive, I should come over to see y’all this weekend.” 

“Okay, my darling. Love you and please forgive your brother.”

“Forgiveness is of the Lord, a bullet on the head for Blaze.” William Ashland said.

Brooklyn wondered how his grandfather must have raised his father, because his grandfather was a man of principle and level headed unlike his father who’s the opposite, a principled man but hot headed. 

Brooklyn chuckled remembering his father statement about shooting Blaze on the head.