Cocoa is riding that motherfucker’s thigh while they kiss. I see red. Dee and Nix are looking at the live video on Facebook over my shoulder. I don’t say anything. Rebecca’s cell phone clatters to the floor when I drop it. I practically run to the garage with Dee and Nix are hot on my heels.
“What are you going to do, Mav?” asks Dee.
“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.”
“Why Mav? Don’t drive all the way over there. You don’t even like this girl,” says Nix. “Right?” he asks after a few seconds.
I don’t answer him, because I don’t know the fucking answer to that question.
“You can’t go starting a fight in a Louisville’s neighborhood. We’ll be outnumbered,” says Dee.
“I’m not asking you to go.”
“Mav, you know we’re down. We just don’t want you to do anything stupid.”
Stupid is my fucking middle name.
I hop in my jeep and start the engine.
“Mav think about this,” Dee shouts while standing by the driver’s window.
I push the button in my jeep to open the garage door. I put the gear in drive and step on the gas.
“Damn you, wait Mav. We’re going, too,” Dee says, jumping in the seat behind me as Nix slides into the front seat.
I drive like a fucking maniac.
“Slow the fuck down Mav, you’re going to get us killed,” yells Nix.
I make it to Jake’s house in forty-five minutes.
I open the door before my jeep comes to a complete stop. I put the gear in park, but I don’t bother to turn off the engine or close the door when I leave the jeep. I run up to the porch, pushing the door open with such force that the door bangs against the wall.
I follow the loud voices and music to the basement door. I run down the steps two at a time. When I reach the bottom, I zero in on Cocoa, and she’s still dancing. Her back is facing me. Both arms are wrapped around the fucker’s neck as she undulates against him. His hands are gripping her ass in that barely-there short ass dress she’s wearing, with those fuck-me high heels. They’re practically sucking each other’s face off.
“Calm down, Mav,” says Dee, from beside me.
I notice that Dee is gripping the baseball bat that I keep in my jeep. When I reach Cocoa, I grasp her shoulder, ripping her from Jake’s hold. She hits the floor hard. I punch Jake in the stomach and then his face. He falls against the wall. Cocoa moves to my side.
“What the fuck are you doing, Maverick?” she yells at me.
She moves towards Jake, but I stop her with a hold on her wrist. She shoots me a pissed off look.
Everyone has stopped what they were doing to watch this drama unfold. Jake is on his feet now, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Maverick? You’re not welcome here.”
Matt and Joe flank Jake.
“Trust me, you don’t want a fight,” warns Nix as he cracks his knuckles.
“Get the fuck out of my house.”
“I only came for her.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” asks Jake.
“No, we don’t even like each other. I have no idea what’s going on,” says Cocoa as she struggles to release my hold on her wrist.
