As I continued to look at her, she gave me a deceptive smile. She was still in contact with my brother for some reason, and I didn’t like that. Or maybe it was Orlando.
I could feel it in my heart that Ocean was sent in my life to watch me—another way to control me, or maybe she wanted to control me!
The fact that she couldn’t hold my eye contact told me that she was hiding something from me.
Ocean reached me and, like always, stretched out a hand to grab my dick, but I stopped her.
“Why are you always stopping me, Havoc?”
“I told you I’m saving myself for our wedding.”
That was the same answer I’d been giving her since we got engaged six months ago because it was the only thing Icouldcontrol.
I stepped around her and continued toward my bedroom so that I could take a shower before hitting my bed.
“Havoc, you’ve been saying that, but we are yet to book a date for our wedding, so I’m never gonna get the dick!”
And that was the plan.
Thankfully for me, since both Ocean and I were seen as the bottom of the pile, there was no demand or urgency for this wedding to take place.
I was simply told who I was supposed to marry and left to my own devices. As long as I didn’t try to get married on the same day as one of their important arranged marriages, nobody cared. So that meant I was free to prolong this shit as long as I wanted and, in the meantime, I was keeping my dick to myself—for religious purposes, of course!
Turning to Ocean, I said, “It’s time for me to pray. You wanna join in?”
“I ain’t ever met a religious thug before, but whatever!”
Just like I knew she would, every time I brought up the idea of praying with me, she swung her purse over her shoulder and sauntered out of my room.
I stood in place, holding my breath until I heard my front door open and close, indicating that she’d finally left.
Sighing heavily, my eyes landed on a bottle of Hennessy that was on my bedside table. The image of my father rushing to my brother’s side invaded my thoughts and pushed me to pick up the bottle. I brought it into the bathroom with me and closed the door.
CHAPTER TWO
KAIRI MOORE
“Kairi!”
My eyes popped open, and I jumped when I felt someone shaking me awake. Seeing it was my dad, I calmed a little until I realized something was wrong for him to be waking me up in the middle of the night.
“Daddy, what’s happening?”
We then heard a sound, like someone was inside our house. My father looked at me and put a finger up to his mouth.
“Shhh,” he whispered. I held my breath, then another sound. Someone was definitely in our house. My eyes switched over to my dresser where I kept my little pistol. My father picked up on what I was looking at and shook his head at me.
“I’m gonna need you to hide,” he said. My mouth fell.
“Daddy, no.”
Ignoring me, he gently pulled me off the bed and walked me over to my closet, then he opened the door for me.
“No matter what you hear, do not come out, Kairi.”
My eyes filled with tears. I’d seen too many true crime programs and read enough urban fiction books to know that if someone was in your house, it wasn’t going to end well.
I gripped his hand, trying my hardest to pull him inside with me, but he just whipped his arm away and shoved me inside.
