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Welcome to Nashville home of all the thieving , conniving , backstabbing oil boys as my father would call them. My names Samuel C. Evans and I'm the oldest of three . My father Dwight is the oil man himself has been since he was nineteen years old along with my Uncle Bobby Lorenzo Evans. By the age of twenty-two they had started their own oil company Evans Co Oil and were billionaires by thirty-nine. We live on a 7000 acre ranch in Nashville, Tennesee with my mother Pauline Evans , father Dwight Evans, sister Stacy Lee Evans , and younger brother Stevie Evans along with Uncle B.L, Bobby Lorenzo Jr. , his mother Debbie J Evans. But lately my my father has been feuding with Uncle B.L and me feuding with BL jr. Why you ask ? Well it's because Bobby L a stone cold bastard, tried to steal my girlfriend Lucy Q . Lately thought I've been feeling pretty un-attracted to her ever since I met Mercedes Joi Jones.
A year ago I was at the market picking up some berries for my mother a girl came up beside me and began talking to the clerk. "Hi." she said pretending as if she didn't even see me standing there which very unusual considering that ladies usually flocked to speak to me. "You new round hurr? I said asking with a lack of concern. "Nope." She then looked me straight in the eye then walked away. Now round hurr woman would usually stay to chat or at least giggle a bit before walking away but she just sashayed away like she was the queen of England.
I got what I needed for mama then walked over where she was. "That ain't no way to treat a man , you could least tell me ya name." She turnt around and faced me saying. "Mercedes. " Her voice was like ice-cream smooth and icy yet creamy and delicious, her eyes the color of chocolate. "Well Mercedes I'm Samuel but I'm sure you know that . We should go out sometime ." I said grabbing on to her hand. Mercedes immediately released and said "No thanks."
"Let me at least get your number Mercedes." I had said hopefully . She sighed and wrote her number on the palm of my hand before saying "Before you call get yourself together ." then she walked away. The next time I would talk to her would be at a breakfast at my home .
My father Dwight Peyton Evans is a tall , lean , muscular man. With a strong build . He's been working since he was sixteen years old making money for his family. My father has blue eyes , dark brown hair, and thin lipped smile. He stands at 6'4 and strong since he worked with oil rigs for so long. He's a well respected man around here because he's fair wit people unlike Uncle B.L .
My mother Pauline JoAnn Evans is another forced to be reckoned with. She stands five'eight , with dirty blonde hair , the figure of miss America , a wide smile , green eyes and high cheek bones. My mother always wears pearls and never leaves with out her purse some think it's lady like but we all know it's to carry her twenty-two that she calls Peggy Sue . Before my mother met my father she was living in Baton Rogue but she had been born in Jasper, Texas. My mother is the definition of a Southern Bell.
Then there's Stacy Lee she looks like my mother but acts like my father. She's mild mannered and understanding but she never lets people walk over her. Her hair is dirty blonde but it's short and curly unlike my mothers whose is always straight, she has a kind smile , with beautiful green eyes.
Then there's the other twin Stevie. He is a spitting image of my father with the attitude of my mother. He has a short temper and a loud sailors mouth. But he has the brown hair , blue eyes , and a thin lipped smile like my father. He's smart but he's always in trouble and with the wrong crowd .
I would tell ya bout B.L and his family but they not worth it. Recently they stole the deed to the Evans Co Ranch where all of our oil is at . BL jr. recently tried to get with Mercedes which pissed me off more than them stealing the deed. But just like they saying "What happens in Vegas stay in Vegas" go the same goes for secrets , thiefs, and liars .
Well, it's not like I never warned you.
Welcome to Nashville.