I jumped when someone suddenly moved in the dimly lit hallway.
“Shakur, you scared me,” I giggled.
My brother looked at me, and my whole blood ran cold because he had a look of fire flashing in his eyes.
He took slow steps toward me, lifted his phone, and said, “You want to explain this?”
When he turned his screen my way, I almost passed out seeing myself climbing into Havoc’s car.
Shit!
I’d been caught by the worst possible person.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SHAKUR MOORE
All I could see was red as I raced through the streets like a crazy person. Seeing my baby sister climbing into that nigga’s car did something to me. For weeks, I’d been seeing him at Oblique’s shop. It was no secret. He knew I didn’t care for him too much, and this nigga had the balls to be fucking my little sister behind my back!
I didn’t give a fuck, he knew who she was and knew she was off limits. Everybody knew not to touch my fucking sister. All of them knew except him, but I was about to show him what happened when someone crossed me.
Kairi tried to lie and tell me that she used to work for him, and it was nothing more to it, but I heard him tell her to bring her ass outside before he came inside to get her. Those were words of a nigga who’d had his dick inside of that female. Fuck what she was trying to say.
Plus, the big ass passion mark the mothafucker left on her neck was evident enough. He’d more than violated. Marking my sister as if she belonged to him. But what scared me most of all was that she might actually like him. Kairi was naive and had no idea just how dangerous that man was.
I didn’t think he was stupid enough to hurt my sister, but his pops sure was. Havoc knew that shit and still violated.
Nah. This nigga was gonna see me because I didn’t play that shit when it came to Kairi. I’d spent years breaking every nigga’s jaw who even looked her way when she was growing up. Nobody was allowed to touch her, and Havoc knew that shit. We were never friends, but he knew who my fucking family was. There was no excuse.
I pulled up at Oblique’s shop and was happy to see that my assumption was right. Havoc’s ass was there too.
The last thing I wanted to do was bring this fuck shit to Oblique’s doorstep, but there was no letting this shit go.
Havoc must have been expecting me because he turned to look at me and leaned up against his car. Oblique froze. His eyes bounced back and forth between us like he sensed something was up.
“Shakur, I don’t know what’s going on, but calm down, brother. Let’s talk,” Oblique begged me, but Havoc waved him off.
“Let him be,” he said, like he had that type of authority over me.
“Havoc, I ain’t ever really had no problems with you, nigga, but why the fuck would you put your hands on my sister?” I asked.
He looked away for a brief second before returning his intense gaze my way.
Oblique gasped dramatically and stumbled back like he couldn’t carry the weight of my words. I knew that feeling all too well because it was how I felt when I saw my innocent, sweet baby sister getting into this beast’s car. Images of him putting his hands on her made me sick to my stomach and fueled the rage burning inside of me.
“There’s a million other bitches you could have fucked, but it had to be my baby sister?”
That’s the shit that bothered me the most. Havoc had bitches lining up to fuck him so why did he pick Kairi?
“My fucking sister, nigga?!”
“She came to me, Shakur,” Havoc said in a flat tone.
Oblique gasped again. I looked at him, back at Havoc, and then back to Oblique. My body was stuck from the impact of Havoc’s words, and then I saw red. My vision blanked, and my ears popped—I’d morphed and couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I walked right up to Havoc and swung, hitting him right in the jaw.
The thunder of my punch connecting to his face echoed around us, and then silence. Havoc turned his eyes my way, but he didn’t move.
I stood there and waited. Waited for him to hit me back. A part of me wanting that so I could tell Kairi that he wasn’t shit for hitting me, but he didn’t.
