Havoc just stood there, calm, collected—not scared but just choosing not to swing back. And that scared me more because it showed the strength he had that not even I could match up to!
Everyone standing around just looked on in silence with dropped jaws.
The nigga didn’t even flinch. Like, was he made of steel or something, the fuck!
I would admit that shit caught me off guard and showed me that Havoc wasn’t playing—he was really about that life.
It lowkey made me see why Kairi ran her little ass into his arms, but fuck him. I was too mad to let him know that.
“Keep your ass away from my little sister, Havoc. I won’t tell you again.”
We kept eye contact, and he didn’t say anything. I stood there looking at him for a few seconds before I walked back to my car.
I hopped in and sped away.
“Fuck,” I complained, shaking my aching fist. I put all my weight behind that fucking punch, and he acted like I didn’t even flick him.
Who was that fucking nigga?
For years, Havoc baffled the fuck outta me. But I didn’t care who the fuck he was as long as he stayed away from Kairi.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TRINI COLEMAN
“Havoc!” I yelled his name. Hell looked at me like I was crazy, probably because I was shouting in his house, but I didn’t care. He took one look at us, laughed, and walked out of his own house, leaving us alone. I knew he didn’t want any parts of my rampage.
Havoc turned to look at me, grumbled something under his breath, and turned away from me. But he wasn’t getting away from me that easily. I marched over to him and yanked him around to face me.
“Why am I hearing that Shakur put his fucking hands on you?” I questioned.
Imagine my surprise when I heard from Natasha that some nigga punched Havoc in the face last night and walked away. At first, I thought she was lying because nobody was stupid enough to do something like that, but when she told me it was the same guy who was shouting at Sony at the basketball court, I knew it had to be true. Why? Because only Shakur was reckless enough to try some shit like that.
“See, this is why I was worried about him coming back. He’s up to something.”
He was going around flexing his muscles for a reason.
“It ain’t even all that,” Havoc said, sighing heavily.
He was acting weird as hell. I knew my best friend, and he would have ripped Shakur’s head off easily, but he let him walk away?
“Why did he—” I started to ask why Shakur would attack Havoc like that until the answer hit me.
“Was that girl his bitch?”
If they were fighting, I knew it had to be over a female.
That’s why I didn’t like that hoe from the first time I saw her!
Now I didn’t feel so bad for letting Ocean know. She and I were not friends, but to use her to get another hoe from around Havoc, she would be my new best friend.
“She’s not his bitch, she’s his little sister,” Havoc told me, knocking the wind out of me.
“Wait? You were fucking his sister?”
His head bounced to confirm. His eyes were heavy with remorse.
“I didn’t know at first. I hadn’t seen her in years, but I figured it out when she told me about her pops.”
