“You don’t have a choice.” Faheem smirked.
“Excuse me?” I asked, looking at Faheem like he had two heads. I didn’t have anything to do with what he had going on with my dad.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be. You already know how this shit finna go. Yo’ daddy owes me, and until he pays me, you finna come with me,” Faheem calmly said as if that was supposed to make this shit make any more sense.
“No. You finna take me back to my car and leave me outta y’alls bullshit!” I yelled at Faheem. I didn’t know where that second wind of courage came from, but I was finna run with it.
“Come on, pretty. Don’t make me be the bad guy.” Faheem had the nerve to put a puppy dog face on.
“Take me to my car NO-” I couldn’t even finish my demands before my world went black.
What the fuck has my dad gotten me into?
Chapter 4
Faheem Banks
April, 2020
Juniper was feisty as fuck, and I couldn’t lie, I loved that kind of shit. I liked my bitches to talk back, cuss a nigga out, and try to fight me. It made my dick hard. I couldn’t stand a bitch with no backbone. Under normal circumstances, I would have been fucking the attitude out of Juniper by now. But this wasn’t normal circumstances, and the attitude that made my dick hard was making shit harder than it needed to be. Clive had disappeared on us after my last visit. He’d called my dad and said he’d be by Thursday with his payment plus some interest for being late. Shit seemed legit until the day of, and Clive was a no show.
It was a means to an end taking Juniper; she was collateral damage. Clive was either gonna pay up, or he was going to be burying his child early. Clive was trying to play tough in front of me when Juniper came up. It was his way of keeping her safe, at least that’s what I took it as. I could see right throughhis tough act–Clive was a scary ass nigga. I assumed he loved Juniper ‘cause she was his seed. So, it only made sense that we’d take her. I really was hoping that Clive would have showed up on Thursday. I didn’t want to fuck up my chances of fucking Juniper.
The look in her eyes whenever she looked at me gave her away every time. Her fine ass wanted me as bad as I wanted her too. The only thing that concerned me was Juniper didn’t give me the side bitch vibe. I couldn’t see her letting me fuck off with her on the side. I guess that shit didn’t matter now. My chances of ever fucking Juniper were slim to none once I stuck that needle in her neck. The frown that stayed on her face when she passed out spoke volumes to how she was feeling about a nigga. I’m sure once she woke up, she wouldn’t spare me her feelings.
Forreal, she should have been thanking a nigga I decided to be nice about the shit. I could have choked her ass out like I did with other niggas or bitches. A needle to the neck was painless, and you barely remembered the shit once you woke up. On top of the fact I wasn’t taking her to the Red Room. Now,thatwas a place that Juniper really should be thanking me for not taking her to. The Red Room was where we got our hands the dirtiest at. It was just as the name suggested–a room with no windows, one door, and the room was painted a bright ass red color to blend in with all the blood that was shed in there. Being locked in The Red Room, that shit fucked with mutha fuckas’ minds after a few days. Shit, some people couldn’t last a day. The rare occasion when we had to take a family member or keep a person who’d done some foul shit, the Red Room was where they went. You’d be surprised how fast a nigga who owed you money came up with that shit after seeing they mama losing their shit in The Red Room.
I didn’t know Juniper like that, but I didn’t want to take her to The Red Room. Something in me wouldn’t let me takeher there. It didn’t seem right; she didn’t deserve that shit. I mean, most of the mutha fuckas didn’t either, but that shit never bothered me. Why thinking about Juniper being in the Red Room didn’t sit right with me? I couldn’t tell you, but a nigga always listened to his gut. I ended up bringing her to my family's safe house out in the country. It was about forty-five minutes from the city in Boowell County.
My dad bought almost twenty acres of land. He wanted to build a compound for all of us to live on. So far, I got my house built ‘cause I didn’t wait on our dad to pay for my shit like Frankee did. Her house was half way built, while my parents' house was getting the finishing touches put on it. Our houses formed a semi-circle around the circle driveway. In the back of all of our homes, there was an in-ground pool being built, a full sized basketball court, and a soccer field. My dad was a big soccer fan but couldn’t play worth a damn. You couldn’t tell him that though, Big Frank thought he was going to be the first nigga on a FIFA cover. He was also getting a golf court built. At least he was better at golf than soccer. I hadn’t planned on moving into this house until I was married with some kids. Since I saw this as my forever home, I made sure I was a part of the entire process. Every detail I made sure I got what I wanted. A house built for me wouldn’t be complete without a place to lock a mutha fucka in. I made sure I had a room built in my basement that was behind a false wall that had a life size picture of me. The room was sound proof, had a bed and a TV and a bathroom connected to it, but most importantly, it only opened from the outside. You had to have a passcode to open the door. I figured Juniper would appreciate being here rather than The Red Room.
Juniper was solid as fuck too. I mean, I know she had curves and all that good shit, but damn, she was heavier than she looked. Her got damn head had to be where most of this extra weight came from. Carrying her dead weight from my carall the way through my big ass house, down my basement stairs, that shit wasn’t no joke. She had a nigga feeling like he needed to be back in the gym. I basically tossed her ass on the bed ‘cause my ass was winded like a mutha fucka. She felt like a bitch that weighed 600 pounds. I wanted to wake her ass up and ask her what the fuck she’d been eatin’. Ain’t no way Juniper’s ass should be that heavy. Leaving her sprawled out on the bed, I made my way back upstairs. I was finna order something to eat. A nigga worked up an appetite carrying Juniper’s heavy, big headed ass. As soon as I made it to the top of the stairs, my phone started ringing. Mixie’s face popped up on my caller ID. I hated that ugly ass picture she put as her contact photo.
She chose the picture where she had hella make-up caked on her face. She knew I hated all the gunky shit on her face. Mixie was a bad bitch without make-up. She didn’t need all that extra help. As bad as Mixie was, she had hella insecurities when it came to her looks. When we first started fucking around, Mixie’s natural beauty was what attracted me to her the most. She worked at a gas station when we first met. She popped her shit acting like she wasn’t impressed by a nigga, and that made me want to fuck with her more. In the beginning, it was never exclusive between us. We’d do us, then I go my way, and she’d go hers. Mixie outlasted a lot of bitches, and as time went on, I found myself doing extra shit for her here and there. I got her hair done a few times, then bought her an outfit, threw a couple of dollars her way. It wasn’t anything special, but it was more than I did for most bitches.
She still wasn’t my girl. I really started fucking with Mixie when she took a charge for a nigga and went to jail for a few months. I never claimed to be a drug dealer; that wasn’t my shit. However, if some dope fell into my hands, I knew how to get that shit off. Just so happened, I had some shit on me, on some young, dumb, hot boy shit. Mixie was in the car with me whenthe police ran down on me. I was ready to sit down and do my bid. I knew that shit was finna be some extra shit too ‘cause them boys had been wanting me for a minute. They couldn’t get Big Frank, so they wanted me instead. Mixie spoke up saying it was her shit, and since she didn’t have any priors, they gave her six months in jail and a year probation. It was a slap on the wrist compared to what they would’ve given me.
Mixie stayed solid, and I held her down her entire bid. When she got out, I made sure she didn’t want for shit. We had our shit; Mixie lost a nigga’s seed last year, and I knew that shit hurt her, but she didn’t let it change her. She didn’t try to force another baby or breathe down a nigga’s throat like most bitches would. Mixie was riding for a nigga until the wheels fell off, and I fucked with her more ‘cause of that. I would always pick Mixie over any bitch. She showed me she was loyal to me, and she’d forever have my loyalty.
“Whad up?” I nonchalantly answered my phone.
“Whad up? Nigga, is you tryna be cute in front of a bitch?” Mixie instantly went in on my ass. I had hella love for Mixie, but her attitude had gone from terrible to worse. Like I said, I liked my bitch with a backbone, but there was a difference between having a backbone and being a bitch. Most days, my bitch was a bitch, and that shit irked the fuck outta me.
“I ain’t tryna hear that shit, Mix.” I checked her ass quick, fast, and in a hurry before she really got started. “If you called me to bitch, I’m finna hang up. I got real shit going on.”
“Ewww. Who pissed in yo Cheerios? I was just playing with you, damn.” Mixie smacked her lips. I already knew her ass rolled her eyes too.
“What you want?” I sighed into the phone.
“I want my nigga to come home so I can suck his dick. He can eat on his favorite chocolate pussy, then I can ride that dick into the early morning." Mixie purred into the phone.
“Ion know why you always say my favorite pussy like I be out here eatin’ other bitches pussies and shit.” I shook my head at Mixie. She was always with the sly sneaking shit. She’d say little shit that you wouldn’t notice at first, but I knew her well enough to know when she was taking shots. She was trying to figure out if I was with another bitch.
“But you be fucking them. Close enough.”
“Aww, here you go. I need to hurry up so I can put this dick in yo mouth to shut you the fuck up,” I responded to her half way, paying attention to my words. My attention was on the cameras I had set up in the room I was keeping Juniper in. She was up, and the first thing her ass started doing was screaming. I laughed. Her ass ain’t waste no time getting on her bullshit.
“Please do, I ca-”
