Feeling vindicated, I stated, “Aight, then! What the fuck else you want me to do?”
“I want you to slow down so I can keep up wit’ yo’ ass.”
Glancing in my review mirror, I caught Big N’s lights quickly speeding up behind me.
“You supposed to be watchin’ my family,” I said but kept pushing the gas.
“I have orders to follow you,” he replied.
“Whose orders?” I demanded to know.
Big N sighed, then chuckled. “Sienna is soft, bruh. She’s as soft as a fuckin’ snowflake. She’s also as fierce as a rattlesnake. When she’s passionate about something, she does whatever she can to protect it. Including yo’ ass. Now… Are you gon’ turn around? I can handle ya lightweight.”
“I look like a bitch?” I asked him.
His chuckle cut off when I hung up on him. Big N was right, though. Sienna was a soft ball of fire. It would’ve been in my best interest to turn the fuck around. That feeling was in the pit of my stomach again, so I kept driving until I made it to Que’s neighborhood. The last time I stepped foot in this neighborhood was ages ago. Since niggas thought it was a game, I had to show my face. That was the only way to let them know that I was still that nigga who didn’t mind breaking a face or two.
His house was the fourth one on his street. I slid up on his grass, nearly hitting the porch. Snatching my gun off my hip, I climbed out of my ride seeking blood. Some drunk-ass nigga stumbled out of the house, wondering what the hell was going on. Big N’s lights flashed on the porch, illuminating the nigga. His eyes were big and bloodshot.
“Where the fuck is Que?” I asked.
Although he pointed towards the house, I was already walking inside the front door and through that muthafucka.
“Where you at, bitch-ass nigga!” I shouted.
The sound of someone rummaging through the house came from the hallway. I stalked that way. The tiny hallway only had three doors down it. I kicked each one of them opened until I found that nigga underneath a bed. On the floor was a lockbox that he’d likely been trying to unsuccessfully open.
“Say, bruh!” he said. He held his hands up. “My fault, aight.”
One-handed, I flipped the bed over, then kicked him in his face. His blood splattered out, ruining my designer shoes. Just as I was about to kick him to sleep, Big N snatched me up. His big muthafuckin’ ass felt like ten gorillas hemming me the fuck up. I wrestled that nigga off me.
Using Big N as a shield, Que thought it was a good time to escape. He dashed out of the room like I had bullets chasing him. Since he wanted to run, I was going to let one of these bullets off in his ass. Aiming down the hallway, I lit that bitch up. Just as Que hollered in pain, Big N tackled me. This wasn’t how I wanted my night to end, but it ended up getting worse.
CHAPTER 23
SIENNA
Itwasalongnight and by morning, nothing had changed. I was drained and afraid for the man I was in love with. Synder had never been in this mood. His silence broke my heart. However, I did what any good woman would do if her man was in Synder’s shoes. I quietly tended to him, made sure he was fed, and stayed out of his way otherwise. When he was ready to talk, he would talk.
Overhearing his conversation with his agent and the Jets’ upper management broke my heart the most. Because of his actions, not only was Synder arrested, but he facedrepercussions from the team and a hefty fine. He’d been quietly brooding since arriving home from the county jail.
Yakira’s boyfriend was in the hospital with a gunshot wound to his thigh. He was expected to make a full recovery, but the damage was already done. Yakira had been blowing up Synder’s phone. However, since I had it in my possession, none of his calls were being answered except the ones that wouldn’t bring him further frustration. Like Legend, I loved the bond he and Synder had. He came so quickly to bail Synder out that the rest of Synder’s true tribe were left in the dust.
Things were so bad, though, that I had to get my family involved. Synder has his own legal team, but I knew my family and the things that they were able to make disappear. I needed them to handle Synder’s situation not just for Synder, but for Whimsy, too.
Synder did his best to remain upbeat around Whimsy, but her little smart self felt the shift. She was clinging more to her dad more than she had the entire time I’d been there. After dinner, I bathed her, then read her a bedtime story before she fell asleep. Next, I showered, moisturized, and wrapped my hair before making Synder a bath. Hopefully, a good soak helped ease some of his frustration.
While he relaxed in the tub, I went downstairs to fix him a drink. Just then, the gate bell rang. Going to the security monitor, I peered at it to see if it was Legend and Ginger returning. Seeing Yakira’s face on the security camera, I inwardly growled. Sliding my feet into a pair of slippers, I threw on a coat, then bounded out of the front door.
I stormed all the way down the down the long driveway.
“Open the damn gate!” Yakira demanded. Her face was bruised and for a second, I pitied her.
“No, I won’t,” I spat back. “The fuck you think this is coming to Synder’s houseafteryou got him arrested.”
“Girl, shut the fuck up and let me in!”
“No!” I hissed. “Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve and you’re literally trying to fuck up Synder’s entire holiday. He’s suspended from the game on Sunday because of you and your boyfriend.”
