”Don’t do that, Juni,” he replied in a voice that said he was trying to soothe me. However, the pain that was trying to penetrate my heart made my body numb to feelings.
“Nah, I’m serious. I’m going to go until it’s time for the divorce.” I was removing myself from this circus.
“That don’t work for me, Juniper.” The coldness to his tone should have been a warning, it didn’t phase me.
“I honestly don’t care. Go help Mixie keep y’alls little bastard alive. Bitch, I’ma have all my shit before y’all get home,” I spat, allowing my feelings to take over and my anger to speak for me.
”Aye, Juni, I know yo feelings might be hurt, but tread lightly when it come to a nigga’s seed.”
“Fuck you, that bitch, and y’alls baby, ho' ass nigga,” I condescendingly replied. “That little fucker gon’ be ugly as hell too!” I screamed into the phone, feeling my heart crumble.
“Bitch, fuck you!” he spat with malice in his voice. “You wanna be in yo feelings about shit you knew about, dumb ass broad. The fuck you on. You been knew I was fucking MIxie, been knew I nutted in her just as much as I nutted in you. Yet, you wanna act surprised. Gon’ with that dumb ass shit. Speakin’ on my seed like I won’t slap the fuck outta you behind mine.”
I ain’t gon’ lie, hearing Faheem talk to me the way he was, hurt my feelings, but he would never know that. I kept a strong face and cried when he wasn’t around. He was only making me leaving him easier. “All that, nigga. Fuck you.” I hung up on him, not realizing Kojo was still on the phone.
“Damn, I thought you forgot about a nigga.” Kojo’s jovial voice startled me.
“I did, I’m sorry,” I grumbled. Faheem had ruined my night. I wanted to curl up into a ball and lick my wounds. “I’m not in the best mood, can I call you back tomorrow?” Kojo was nice, but I didn’t need to take my anger out on him.
“Nah, nah, you musta been arguing with that nigga. Fuck him, shawty. Come fuck with me. Don’t let him ruin yo night while he probably laid up with another bitch.”
My heart ached thinking about Faheem having a baby with Mixie on the way. I wish I didn't have the weakness I was feeling right now. Why did my fucking feelings have to get trampled on? I got myself into this mess, but did I really deserve to be the one with a broken heart? I let myself be available to an unavailable ass nigga that sold me a fucked up fairytale. Maybe Kojo was right. To get Faheem out of my system, I needed to get under a different nigga.
”You right, I’ma send you my location,” I replied without a second thought.
My heart dropped when I expected to hear Kojo’s voice, and Faheem’s devilish voice echo'd in my ear. “Bitch, you want to die? Ion know what ho ass nigga you talkin’ to. On my mamayou gon’ lose yo life tryna fuck with that one. Try me, bitch ass nigga.” The deadly tone in his voice caused fear to run over me.
I pulled my phone from my face seeing that I’d merged the calls instead of hanging up on Faheem. I quickly pressed the red end button once I realized my mistake.There goes my plans.I was annoyed at myself once again. I guess it was a good thing. Kojo was gonna be a distraction to my problems when I needed to deal with them head on. I had to get away from Faheem and his madness. First thing’s first, I had to get my stuff out of his condo. I chuckled at the fact that Faheem hadn’t stopped calling my phone since I hung up. I could see I was going to have to block him. He was the pot calling the kettle black. In the mindset of Faheem calling back a text from Kojo came in, asking for my location. I debated for a couple seconds before sending him the name of Frankee’s complex. If Faheem wanted war, I was about to give him the battle of his life.
Chapter 24
Faheem Banks
A Few Nights Later
Iwas finna kill this bitch with my bare mutha fucking hands. This was it, the day I showed Juniper who she was really fucking with. She really took me as a bitch made nigga. This bitch was tryna handle me like a pussy. She was really trying to pull my ho card, but I had something for her. The bitch wanted to play with fire, I was finna be the fucking flame that burned the skin of her hot ass coochie. I ain’t even mean to call her out her name ‘cause I knew my Juni wasn't a bitch, and I wouldn’t disrespect her like that to her face, but she had a nigga hot. She might have not been a bitch, but her ass was acting like one. A nigga didn’t care how the fuck Juniper was feeling for her to be sneaking and geeking with another nigga as if she didn’t have a nigga, knowing I had no problems ending nan nigga’s life when it came to her. Why she wanted to play with mutha fuckas’ lives was beyond me. Shit, all she had to do was take how she was feeling out on me. I could have dealt with that shit. Tear my shitup, fuck my car up, bust some windows out. I would have ate all that shit like a G ‘cause I knew my baby was hurting. I didn’t miss the cracks in her voice. Finding out about Mixie carrying my seed hurt her, but it didn’t give her the fucking right to go fuck with the next nigga. Not when she had my fucking heart under lock and key. Bitch needed to let my shit go if she wanted to be for the streets.
A nigga was really losing his mutha fucking mind behind Juniper. Her dumb ass quit answering my calls, blocked my number, and all. My ass was in that hospital seeing stars and shit. It took everything in me not to leave Mixie in that hospital alone. I swear if it wasn’t for my seed, a nigga would have been on Juniper’s ass. But I had to let the shit ride out for a couple days until everything was good with Mixie and my seed. She was still in the hospital, but her and the baby’s vitals had been more stable over the last couple days. It was a battle staying in the hospital with Mixie when I kept dreaming of choking Juniper's ass out. Now that my seed was doing better, I felt comfortable leaving out, especially since Mixie was set to be discharged the next morning. While she slept, I made it my mission to pull up on Juniper.
The problem was I had no clue where the fuck she was. I went past my condo, her room was untouched. Frankee claimed Juniper left out and hadn’t been back. I called bullshit though; Frankee couldn’t look me in the eyes, which meant she was lying to me. She might hadn’t known Juniper’s exact location, but she’d talked to her lying, sneaky ass. I left peacefully ‘cause one thing for sure, I knew Juniper would show up at Frankee’s house before mine. For the last three or four hours, I’d been sitting in the parking lot in front of Frankee’s town house waiting. My gut was telling me Juniper was gonna be here, so I wasn’t leaving until I laid eyes on her hot pussy ass. All the hot shit she was talking on the phone, I wanted her to say it to my fucking face. Iprayed she had that bitch ass nigga she was on the phone with. It wasn’t finna be no talking, I was killing that nigga solely off the strength of him thinking he could fuck with my Juni. If niggas didn’t know Juniper was off limits, they was gonna learn after I was done with that ho' ass nigga.
Seeing a figure walk up the three stairs that led to Frankee’s townhouse, I sat up to get a better look. Like I knew it was Juniper. She knocked on the door nervously looking around as she waited for Frankee to answer the door. My fist clinched the steering wheel seeing the little ass pink dress she was wearing. The bitch had to be smoking dope if she thought coming in the house at four in the morning dressed like a ho was the move. I sent Gee a message telling him to be ready to bail a nigga out. Everything in me felt like this was the night I was going to jail, and I didn’t give a fuck either. A nigga was finna show his natural black ass. Grabbing my strap, I got out my slider, slamming the door shut. Without a care in the world, I walked towards Frankee’s door.
“This what the fuck we doin’?” I asked Juniper calmly. She jumped at the sound of my voice. Turning around, her eyes were wide and hand on her chest.
”Shit, Faheem, you scarred the fuck out of me. Damn.”
“Fuck all that, answer me.” I wasn’t here for all the small talk shit. Juniper wanted a war with a nigga, and I was here to bring it to her ass.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Juniper snapped, letting her attitude come forward.
“B- Juniper, don’t play with me. You know what the fuck I’m talkin’ about. Where that nigga you was on the phone with? Huh? I never took yo ass as a ho'. Two different niggas back to back? That’s the shit you on?”
My fucking chest constricted thinking about Juniper fucking with another nigga. Her giving my pussy away wouldnever sit right with me. I felt like I was about to have a got damn heart attack just thinking about the foul shit she was probably doing to a nigga.
“Nigga, worry about yo bitch, not me. This shit between us is only business.” Juniper tried to flex on me.
“You is my mutha fuckin’ bitch. The fuck, you got my last mutha fuckin’ name!” I yelled at her ass, losing my fucking cool. I bopped up the few steps closing the small distance between us I got in Juniper’s face. “I put money in yo pockets, feed you, listen to you, fuck you, nut in that pussy, and eat that shit til you can’t walk straight. Tell me how the fuck you ain’t my bitch?”
