I looked around, and it was like everyone was laughing at me. Pointing at me. That’s what my mind told me.
I felt a rush of fear and guilt wash over me. Everyone knew. They knew and were talking about me.
My vision went blank.
That nigga laughed again, seeing the anguish on my face. I felt my rage rising.
Without even thinking, I punched him in the face, and I heard his jaw crack.
He dropped to the ground, and I started pounding his face in.
“Havoc, chill! Chill!” Oblique yelled and attempted to pull me off. It took him and two of this fuck nigga’s friends to get me off the nigga before I killed him with my bare hands.
“Let me go!” I roared and pulled away from them.
Oblique just stood there looking at me, confused and stuck.
I turned around and walked the fuck away with a million problems on my mind and wondering why my wife was one of them!
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
TRINI COLEMAN
Isat there wondering why Havoc was leaving when we hadn’t even been here for that long. For the past few days, he had been acting weird as hell. Staring into space, looking bewildered, and hesitating when asked anything. Things I’d never seen him do before.
A part of me wanted to follow him, but I found myself staying in my seat, which was a first for me.
I then looked at Shakur. Even he’d been acting funny as fuck with me lately and giving me his ass to kiss and staring at me like he was crazy.
From the moment he shut the door in my face when we were in the Cayman Islands, he hadn’t said a word to me since. That was cool with me, but right now, he was gonna talk to me whether he liked it or not.
I stood to my feet, marched his way, and yanked on his shoulder to make him face me.
“What’s going on with Havoc?” I demanded. If anybody knew what was going on, it was Shakur. Ever since he and Havoc linked up to work together, they’d been inseparable, so I already knew that he knew.
He turned his top lip up at me before turning back around as if I hadn’t said anything. My mouth fell, and it lowkey hurt my feelings.
I felt my hands tremble at my side. Embarrassment crawled up my spine as I looked around, wondering who’d seen. A group of girls sniggered.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried again.
“Shakur,” I tapped his shoulder. Harder this time.
He looked at me over his shoulder. Face saying I was bothering him, but I didn’t care.
“What’s going on with Havoc?”
“Nothing,” he lied and turned back around.
I thought about slapping the hell out of him, but fuck him and his rude ass. I flipped my middle finger up at his back and headed back for my seat. If the nigga didn’t want to talk to me, then I was good on him!
I picked up my drink and sipped on it. A few minutes later, and for some reason, I just started to feel uneasy, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. One of my homegirls that I’d brought with me told us a funny story about the dude she was dealing with, but I couldn’t even laugh or concentrate on what she was saying.
Something was bothering me!
I flicked my eyes up and found Shakur staring at me. His lips twisted as though he was fighting the words he wanted to say, and then he turned away from my eyes. I frowned, confused.
“Hey, would you like to dance?”
