“You worrying about the wrong shit. When we together, that’s all you need to worry about.” Faheem began to tease my clit with his fingers.
“Okay,” was all I was able to moan out. Faheem’s head dropped, taking my lips into his.
I let myself walk into the fire that was known as Faheem, knowing I’d end up with some scars, but maybe they’d be worth it.
Chapter 12
Faheem Banks
A Couple Weeks Later
“Iwasn’t expecting you,” Big Frank commented as I strolled into his main office at Loans 4 Less. “Is everything okay?”
I never popped up unannounced at Big Frank’s unless it was some serious shit going on. That wasn’t the case right now. My mind had been working overtime these last few weeks. I couldn’t get the nagging feeling about Big Frank, he had to be hiding something from me. Clive still hadn’t came out of hiding, and the nigga sure as the fuck hadn’t paid shit on his debt. We had niggas watching his house around the clock. Him and his wife straight disappeared, and Big Frank being so nonchalant about it wasn’t sitting right with a nigga. I knew for a fact if Big Frank wanted, we could find that nigga in less than twenty-four hours. Especially a broke ass nigga like Clive, he didn’t have the funds to really go into hiding, not the way he would need to be put up. Big Frank wasn’t putting in any real effort in finding Clive, andI wanted to know why. We weren’t hurting for the money, but that was besides the point. No matter the amount, we never let a nigga get over on us. It didn’t matter if it was only a dollar, a nigga would lose thier life behind owing us.
“Everything straight. Some shit just been on my mind. I wanted to touch bases with you,” I replied, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“I’m listenin’,” Big Frank casually said as he took out one of his cigars, then lit it.
“Every dollar counts…Ain’t that what you taught me? We don’t give passes to no nigga… Right?” I leaned back in my seat.
“It is.”
“You said Clive had been payin’ on his debt. That nigga ain’t paid shit.” I came straight out with the shit. There was no point in beating around the bush with Big Frank.
Inhaling his cigar, he smirked at me as he let the smoke slowly seep out his mouth. “A little white lie to aid in encouraging Juniper to make the right decision.”
“Nah. That's not how you operate. Lyin’ when you really don’t give a fuck about Juniper living or dyin’. That don’t make sense.” I shook my head not feeling Big Frank tryna play in my face.
“Touche.” He smirked, looking like a proud dad.
“That’s another thing that don’t make sense. Why was you so pressed for me to marry Juniper?” I wasn’t tripping off the situation, but again, that wasn’t how Big Frank did shit. He would have killed her without a second thought if she was any other broad. When it came to the safety of his family, he didn’t give a fuck who he had to take out.
“Some things you have to trust me on, Faheem. The way I’m handling things may not make sense. Just know I’m handling things.” He paused, inhaling the cigar deeply then blowing out a cloud of smoke. “For all of our well being.”
I wasn’t feeling this cryptic shit Big Frank was on. He never beat around the fucking bush. Why start now?
“You want me to trust you, but you don’t trust me enough to tell me what the fuck is really going on?”
“I will once I get everything situated. There are things that go beyond what you’re thinking. Shit’s bigger than you realize. Our entire lives can be changed if I don’t take care of shit the proper way.”
“No disrespect, that don’t work for me. You told me when a nigga lies, don’t trust them. You ain’t never hid shit from me. Why start now?” My voice slightly raised ‘cause this nigga talking in circles was pissing me the fuck off.
Big Frank always kept it one hunnid with me. No matter if I was his son or not. He exposed me to everything he did. He always said he had nothing to hide because he wasn’t ashamed of shit he did. I thought I knew everything about Big Frank, but that nigga was hiding something from me, and I wasn’t fucking with how he was moving.
“Watch ya tone, little nigga. I still run shit around here, and if I say let me handle shit, that’s what the fuck I mean.” Big Frank tried to check me, raising his voice. I could tell he was getting pissed, but I didn’t give a fuck either.
“I’m good, my nigga,” I said, standing on my feet. “Until you ready to tell me the truth, I ain’t got nuttin’ to say to you. If it ain’t business, don’t call my phone.” I was dead ass too. Dad or not, Big Frank was moving funny. I wasn’t finna ignore that shit. His ass was the one who always told me to hold all niggas accountable, even him.
Chuckling at me, Big Frank leaned back in his chair. For the first time, I noticed the nigga looked stressed the fuck out.
“It may not seem like it, Faheem, but no matter what, you’re my son, and I love you. I do what’s best for you even when it looks like it's not. My family is my biggest and bestaccomplishment. I’d do anything to protect all of you. Even if it means you not trustin’ me, and if you don’t learn nothin’ else from me, learn that the sins of your past always catch up with you.” His face was filled with regret.
At the end of the day, it was fuck all that shit he was talking. If Big Frank couldn’t be honest with me, I didn’t have shit for him, because at the end of all this shit, he was my dad. The bond we had was supposed to be deeper than all this shit. We weren’t supposed to lie to each other. This shit was really fucking with a nigga that my rock was folding on me. Shaking my head at Big Frank, I left without saying anything else. If I didn't know shit else, I knew our relationship from this day forward wouldn’t be the same.
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The Next Night
