“Given away at birth. Went from home to home. Only to land in the hands of a racist who just so happened to have your grandfather in his pocket. June Chevy Calloway, a father, a husband, a leader, and a fucking killer. A Black man who leads other Black men, showing them the light, but his light is only a flicker away from being gone. Mr. Calloway, your grandfather has power, but I have more, so please sit the fuck down!” he barked.
I scoffed as I leaned in on his desk. My story was no longer to be hidden, and the more people knew, the more they tried to use it as a weapon against me. That shit was dead to me just as my grandparents were. I was all of those things he said, but the one thing he forgot to mention, I was going to remind him of. “You think because you know my story,judge, that’s supposed to scare me? A man who locks niggas up like animals, giving them sentences they don’t deserve. A man who has a wife who controls him like a fucking puppet. She has ruined not only you but also your son. I saw the pictures out there. The way she grips his shoulder tightly is because if, for a second, he made the wrong move, her hand would go across his face. A man who married a woman who abused his child, all the while he’s locking up niggas he considers animals when he lives with one. Bobbie muhfuckin’ Laureaux, a father who doesn’t know his own seed, let alone have a relationship with. The man who allowed his dick to control the situation. Now, while you do know much about me, the one thing you failed to mention is that I’m a muhfuckin monster, and I honestly don’t care who you are. I’m going to be on your shit like a nightmare. I’ll do time for my family, unlike you, who would rather serve abitchlike Fiona than protect his son from an animal that didn’t birth him.”
I lifted from the table to leave. “Fiona will not stop until you’re dead!” he shouted, “And I need my son to come back to me.” he then softened his tone. “I found out I’m dying, and I need to rectify all of this before anything happens to me. I need your help,” he pleaded.
I knew what it was like to want to get your shit in order before death found you. It was around this same time last year that I had made peace with my leaving this earth. However, being a savior to a man who destroyed his child would be me forgiving Clark, Cynthia, and Wonder Bread ass Matthew. Godwas working on me, but he hadn’t gotten far enough for a forgiving heart. I didn’t even bother to turn around and look at him. “Fix your own shit, judge, because death waits on no one. Beans, he’ll be straight. Now I have a better understanding of why he is the way he is. The people who were supposed to teach him how to love taught him nothing but hate. Fiona, I’m not worried about her because her days are fucking numbered,” I finished and walked out of his office.
On my way out, I grabbed one of the frames off the wall because I knew I would need it when Beans and I went head-to-head.
FIONA
My hands gripped the edge of the desk as my body moved up and down. It had been ten years since I’ve felt this type of pleasure coursing through my body. His hands gripped my waist as his teeth sank into my neck. Ten long years counted for each inch that Mister was giving me.
“Sweet like it has always been,” he grumbled.
“Shut up and keep fucking me!” I moaned.
Mister gripped my hair, pulling my head back. I closed my eyes as I waited for him to kiss me passionately. “Close your mouth, Fiona. I’m not putting my lips on your ass,” he gritted.
A tinge of embarrassment settled over me as my desperate need to be touched and fucked outweighed my decision. After Bobbie said he wanted a divorce, I needed to feel something, anything. This was a dangerous game I was playing, but I had never been afraid of a challenge. Mister let go of my hair and pushed my head forward as he rolled his hips, as if he had never missed a beat. His dick was perfection, but his aggressiveness was new to me. At one point, the man used to be in my hand likepuddy, but that had since changed. He gave me two more long strokes before I got to hooting and hollering that I was cummin’.
Once we were done, I used his bathroom to clean myself up. I knew there was no cuddling afterwards, no sentimental affirmations, and clearly no kissing. I glanced at myself in the mirror, and for the first time in years, I looked at myself in shame. What had I become? I had resorted to fucking a man with no emotions behind it, betraying my husband, and on the verge of losing every dime I had. All my days of darkness began to swallow me. Had my actions toward my family put me in this state? Fiona Laureaux was turning into Fiona Nobody.
The tap on the bathroom door pulled me from my thoughts. “Fiona, hurry the hell up. Your pussy was good, but not good enough to stay. My kids will be here soon. When they see you, you need to be presentable.”
I took a deep breath before I swung the door open, “Mister, please. You threw a little dick. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Next week is the little food drive. Be there so that we can get this shit over with,” I told him.
I pulled a check from my purse and slid it to him. “One hundred grand. Get the shit done,” I hissed.
His brows raised. “I see that pussy found a way to come up with more money. I’m going to do what I need to do, but let me remind you, if any of them niggas get to my sons before I step in over your fuck up of not getting rid of your bonus son, I will kill you myself. See, because while you despise your child, I live for mine. You created this entire game that people don’t even know they’re a part of, but remember this, it can only be one winner.”
I cleared my throat as the reminder of the night began to play in my head.
I drove as far as I could go as my eyes bounced from the road to the mirror. My hands shook, my heart raced, and a piece of me felt like I had won. I quickly pulled over and parked my car. I took a few deep breaths before I got out, walking around the front of my car to take in the damage. “Shit!”
The way I impaled that bike left my car no chance. The sounds of the emergency services rang off in the distance. I’d hoped they took their time leaving him there, trying to figure out what happened. To know that Braylen was worth more to me dead than alive, it only made sense. When Clark told me years ago that the money was tied to him, I didn’t understand until I stumbled upon all the files Bobbie had been hiding. For years, he has been moving money into an account for Braylen. His Will is for Braylen, his insurance policy is for Braylen, and the house that I allowed him to put his name on is for Braylen.
Right then, when I saw that, I knew that Bobbie had known all along the damage I had done to his son. I knew I needed to get this car out of here, and calling Bobbie wasn’t an option, so I called an old friend who I knew could help. I rushed back to my car and grabbed my phone and dialed up Mister’s number. It didn’t take him long to answer. “Fiona, the woman who finds—”
“Mister, please. I need help. I need someone to come and get my car. I-I was in an accident.”
He sighed. “Call your husband.”
“I can’t! I can’t, I did something, something he would never forgive me for if he knew.”
“I don’t want to know. Send me your location. I will have one of my men pick it up. Fiona, the next favor will cost you. Now, goodbye.”
I exhaled after we hung up and smiled widely.
Mister’s snapping made me jump, “Fiona!” his voice pulled me back. “It’s time to leave.”
I slowly nodded my head and walked out the door. Had I known that it wasn’t Braylen on the bike that night, my actions would have been different. Now, karma thought she had one up on me, but the better bitch always wins.
SCOOTER
I watched as Keith and his roommate played the game. To see my brother in a different element was an eye-opener for me. My little nigga was happy. He was doing something I didn’t think either of us would get the chance to do. To come from the bottom and end up in college was crazy. I resented Bop for a while because, on the outside looking in, he was taking the only family I had away from me. In my mind, he was changing the way Keith looked at me. However, what he did was shape him into something better.
I thought about what the guys said to me. I knew it was time to talk to Keith about the whole Dio situation. “Ayo, Keith, can I holla at you for a minute?”
