“How about you keep your fast ass sister away from my best friend!”
Shakur suddenly rushed me and grabbed my face.
“Be careful how you speak about my sister. I do not play that shit,” he growled. I swallowed hard as I stared into his eyes.
He’d definitely change over the years. His body felt so hard against mine, and he was as tall as Havoc but had more muscles.
“Don’t you ever put your hands on me again,” he said and released me. “I won’t hit a female, but I will smack a bitch, so behave.”
Stunned. Completely fucking stunned, because did he just tell me to behave?
I stood there, shocked into silence as he gave me one final look and walked away.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MAKARI “HAVOC” SANCHEZ
“Wait, you were fucking Shakur’s sister?” Hell asked again before he fell out laughing. I’d been trying to explain what had happened, and all this nigga wanted to do was laugh about it.
“The shit’s not funny, Kelechi!”
“Bruh, how you fuck up so badly? You know that nigga doesn’t like you,” he said and laughed again when I flipped him my middle finger.
It was true, Shakur didn’t like me, but I never understood why. I ain’t ever said a word to that nigga before. The thought of it had me sucking my teeth. He didn’t like me before he left three years ago, but he damn sure hated my ass now!
To be honest, I didn’t know Kairi was his sister. I didn’t find out until after the first time we already fucked when I asked her about her pops. There was only one Kennedy, and I knew he was Shakur’s pops. We’d crossed paths because of Orlando, but I only saw Kairi when she was much younger, so I didn’t recognize her. Had I known who she was, I wouldn’t have fucked with her.
Fuck it, I was lying, I probably still would have. That was why I continued even after I knew who she was and didn’t tell her that I knew Shakur.
Since I could remember, my life had been surrounded by Hell, even right down to the females, including Ocean. Her eyes had been on my brother first, and she was pushed to me because he married someone else. It wasn’t because she wanted me.
Then I met Kairi.
She didn’t even ask me about Hell, not once. Not even what his damn name was!
Kairi looked at me like she saw me. Really saw me. It wasn’t because of who my father was or even because of Hell. It was because of me. I wasn’t stupid; I knew it was something to do with Ocean that pushed her into my arms that night, but even then, I still felt like Kairi had her eyes on me. Everyone else looked at me and saw me as a key to Kelechi or even Orlando. Kairi didn’t.
That was why even if I knew who she was from jump, I still would have messed with her.
But none of that mattered now. Somehow Ocean found out, and I knew the only way to keep Kairi safe was to let her walk away. If Ocean saw her that night, she would have used her father to get rid of Kairi, even if I promised never to see her again.
Then Shakur finding out just further proved that we needed to stay away from each other. It had been a week, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss having her around.
My brother looked at me and sighed.
“Look, I know shit is crazy right now for you. I don’t know why the fuck Pops wants you to marry Ocean. He wrong as fuck for that, and she’s just as bad for wanting it,” Hell said. This was the first time he’d ever brought up me and Ocean.
From the moment Orlando said he wanted me to marry her, Kelechi never said anything about it. Sometimes, it felt like to me that he acted like he hadn’t been fucking the girl himself years before.
“We both know there’s no changing his mind, but fuck that. Life is too short, Makari, do what makes you happy,” he said, giving me a stern look. “Do you like her?”
That was a stupid ass question. The look I gave him let him know, and he laughed.
“What can I say? She’s unlike any female I’ve ever met,” I explained.
“And I know you like the fact no nigga you know has touched her.”
We slapped hands and fell out laughing.
