Apparently, Cadence was getting married to Will, a former coworker who had gone allFatal Attractionon Hunter after she let him eat her ass for lunch a few times. Needless to say, Cadence couldn’t stand Hunter.
It had been months since we literally disappeared off the face of the earth, but the girl was still keeping it up like she had nothing better to do than think about Hunter.
“I’m going to comment,” my bestie warned.
I lunged for her phone because I knew she meant it, but she held it out of reach. Damn, my short arms! “You better not, Hunter.”
“Why not?” she tossed back while tapping on the comment section of the picture we’d been looking at.
“Because it’s their engagement photo!”
Cadence and Will had just announced they were getting married, yet Cadence was still taking shots at Hunter in the post.
It made no sense.
Hunter could not care less about either of them. Will had been unequivocally single when they messed around. And we’d even quit that job to get away from him, but Cadence was still convinced that Hunter wanted her man. She must have been bored with him and needed the drama to make their relationship feel alive. And because Will never stopped liking and leaving heart eyes under Hunter’s old pics. She obviously hadn’t posted anything since we were in hiding, but she still checked it regularly. Hell, Will had even DM’d her a few days ago.
“Fuck that hoe,” Hunter spat. “She wants to talk out of her ass? I’m going to ask her how mine tastes.”
“Hunter!” She didn’t respond as she quickly typed a comment and hit send. I stole a peek at what she wrote and saw that she’d written precisely that. “Bitch, you hell!” I said, cackling.
An hour after her comment, Will was on live, calling Hunter every name but a child of God. Hunter and I thought it was pure comedy, knowing he was trying to save face and appease his horse-faced fiancée.
A notification for a post that Hunter was tagged in popped up while we were watching Will go off. She rolled her eyes when she saw the name, but clicked on it nonetheless.
The post was from a distant relative of Hunter’s, announcing the memorial service of Lester Parrish.
Hunter’s father.
The bastard had died tragically in his sleep during a house fire.
In his fucking sleep.
The grape I was chewing turned to ash in my mouth. “Oh, Hunter, I’m—”
“It’s fine,” she cut me off. Hunter darkened her phone without responding to the post.
I sent a text to Ocean anyway, who dropped whatever he was doing and rushed home.
Three days later, Hunter had still barely spoken a word to anyone. We found her alone in the training room that morning, taking her frustrations out on a punching bag.
Ocean had come prepared, though.
I took a seat on one of the benches and hugged my legs as I watched Ocean slowly approach Hunter like he would an injured animal.
And just as any would when cornered, Hunter attacked.
For what felt like hours, Ocean and Hunter battled it out until Ocean managed to pin Hunter to the mat. “It’s a lie. He suffered,” Ocean swore as Hunter thrashed violently underneath him. “I promise you, baby. He fucking suffered.”
Hunter suddenly went still, and so did I at the realization that,of course,Ocean killed her father. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake as he did with Roshaun. I never in a million years would have thought I’d actually smile at the thought of someone being brutally murdered.
One by one, our enemies fell until there was only one.
Malcolm.
Ocean was still hanging out at home a week later.
Back to herself again, Hunter kept rolling her eyes at our insistence on coddling her.
