My heart dropped a little. I didn’t mean to cut Frankee off too. My feelings were all over the place, and I didn’t want to put her in the middle of me and Faheem’s drama. “Tell her I’m sorry. Life got complicated too fast, and I didn’t want her caught up in any of my foolishness. I missed her, and I thought about her too.”
I really did miss Frankee, she’d become an important person to my life. She helped keep me sane during my time with Faheem.
“Nope, you can tell her yourself, along with your other little secret,” Daelite snickered, cutting her eyes over to the stairwell. “Thursday, we're doing lunch atPrimo’s.Feel free to join us.”
“I can do that. What time?”
“Around one. I’ll make sure to make a table for four.”
”Just ripping the band aid off, huh?” I chuckled because it was clear Daelite wanted me to tell Frankee about Ryver. I knew this day would come sooner or later, but not this soon.
“Ain’t no time like the present.” Daelite winked at me as Kojo and Rye made their way back down the stairs.
Looking at Rye, I swallowed big. She really did look just like Faheem. I guess it was time I put on my big girl panties and face the music, more like the wrath that Faheem was going to send my way. But what choice did I have? The cat was about to be out of the bag. Especially when Faheem got served with the divorce papers I sent out. I blew out a breath to calm my nerves as butterflies fluttered in my stomach.Faheem is going to kill me.
Chapter 26
Faheem Banks
A Couple Days Later
“So, am I supposed to come back here to pick him up, or what?” Mixie asked with her hands on her wide hips.
“Nah, we finna dip. I’ll probably keep him overnight. I’ll let you know,” I said then placed a kiss on my little nigga’s forehead as he started babbling away in my lap.
“I need to know ‘cause I ain’t tryna be sitting in the house waiting on you to bring Forrest home,” Mixie said, shifting her weight to her left leg, and her face frowned up.
Since having my seed, Mixie became thicker than a mutha fuckin’ snicker. I mean, her body was banging before, but that extra weight pregnancy added to her body had her shit looking right. Even though she hated the extra weight, I loved looking at it. I fucked a few times, and feeling the extra meat was what kept my dick hard, but I had to cool it on fucking her. Mixie did somefoul shit, and once that shit came out, I didn’t have shit for her. I was there for my seed, had been since he took his first birth. As far as me and Mixie, that shit was dead. She wasn’t taking a nigga not fucking with her good. She tried to do that bitter baby mama shit. I cut that shit short.
She was sick when I took her to court. When the judge saw I was the primary bread winner, Mixie switched her tune up real fast. I still got joint custody, I wasn’t finna play behind my seed. Even with all that shit going on, I was still fucking her. A nigga wasn’t tryna go through the hassle of finding new pussy. Since Juniper’s big bobble headed ass, I’d cut off all my other bitches, my roster was non-existent. Mixie’s pussy would worked for the time being. She let that shit go to her head though, and that was her next go to thing to be mad about. She’d scream, yell, and try to show out ‘cause I was only fucking her. Mixie couldn’t handle that she didn’t get all the extra shit she used to when we were together. I let her stay in the condo since it was mine. I paid her water, electric, put food in the house, and gave her money every month. But that wasn’t enough for her; she wanted more. Too bad I didn’t give a fuck what she wanted. She made her bed, lie in that shit.
“I’ll call.” Mixie wasn’t doing shit but trying to stall, and she was getting on my damn nerves.
“I can’t believe you really broke up our family over that bullshit.” Mixie threw her hands up saying what she’d been wanting to say. “Okay, I made a mistake. I learned my lesson. I haven’t gotten any dick in five months. You don’t take care of me. I get it. I will never do anything to jeopardize losing us again.”
“Tell ya mama bye,” I said, taking Forrest’s little hand, waving it at Mixie.
“Stop being childish, Faheem. I’m being serious. It’s time for you to come home. This shit is dumb.” Mixie let out a huff of anger.
“Ba-ba-ba,” Forrest babbled, waving his hand uncoordinated.
“Mixie, a nigga ain’t tryna go there with you today. It’s a wrap between us. If it wasn’t for Forrest, I wouldn’t speak to yo ass no more. Move the fuck around.” I tried not to talk out the way to Mixie in front of my seed.
He was still a little nigga, but babies picked up on a lotta shit. I read a bunch of baby books tryna figure this parenting shit out. I ain’t want Forrest to grow up thinking he could talk anyway to his mama, but she was finna piss me off with her over dramatic shit she be on.
“You wouldn’t speak to me? Be serious, my nigga. All ‘cause of that bitch. I can’t believe how you played me over her weird ass.”
“Ya played yo fucking self with the foul shit you did. Who the fuck set someone up to be robbed at gun point? Over a nigga at that. Bi-, I mean, girl, if you do some foul shit like that, I can’t trust yo sheisty ass.” The anger I felt whenever I had to speak on what Mixie did never eased.
Mixie was behind Juniper getting robbed that day. I couldn’t believe that shit when I first found out. I didn’t want to believe that Mixie would do some vindictive shit that could have cost Juniper her life. Ion even get why she tried to pull that shit off knowing I wasn’t finna rest until I figured out what happened. Mixie knew how I came behind the people I cared about. Even though Juniper and I fell out, I wasn’t gonna let the nigga who did that shit get away with it. Her dumb ass used two of her goofy ass cousins, who stayed in trouble. Them niggas had to be the worst fucking criminals on this planet. They stupid asses were driving around in Juniper’s car like the shit belonged tothem. I almost fucking crashed when I pulled up behind them. I knew it was Juniper’s car because I had her plate number memorized. A nigga followed them back to one of Mixie’s people’s house. I’d been there once, but I remembered the worn down house. I watched them niggas go inside looking like new money, and I already knew some shit was up. I had Gee come back with me later that night, and just like I thought, Juniper’s car was still sitting out front.
We went in that bitch, guns in hand. The house was nasty as fuck, but I expected nothing less dealing with Mixie’s family. Them lame ass niggas were in there high as fuck, literal sitting ducks. I thought I was gonna have to take them niggas to the Red Room, but the first nigga told me everything as soon as he felt my nine on his head. Bitch asses were crying and all that shit. Mixie gave them ten bands each to rob Juniper. They claimed Mixie wanted them to pistol whip Juniper. Once they saw how small she was, they changed their minds and just robbed her for the car. A nigga was floored listening to these niggas talk. These niggas had to be snitching the way they told on Mixie. Her ass had been planning this shit for a long time. Since they showed Juniper mercy, I gave them the same mercy. Instead of torturing them in the Red Room, I made their death quick–one shot each to the head.
I played the shit off with Mixie. I ain’t even tell her I knew about the shit she did. I moved in silence, getting my own crib and separating myself from her. Even when she came home crying about her cousins dying. I acted blurry to the shit. I didn’t confront her until after she had my seed. I had my mama watching Forrest, Mixie thought we was finna go on a date. Mixie dropped Forrest off, oblivious to what was really going on. I was following behind her when she got to a mile away from my parents’ house. I pulled in front of her, ski mask on, and acted like I was robbing her. Now, a nigga expected her to cry begand plead, not fucking piss herself then try and sell a nigga out. Mixie really tried to throw me under the bus. Swearing she had a rich nigga they could set up for more money. I smacked the fuck outta her ass when she said that shit. I wasn’t no bitch beater, but she had me hot. I couldn’t even finish the shit, I took my mask off and told her I knew about all the shit she did. I let her know I ain’t want shit to do with her if my seed wasn’t involved.
I would never have thought Mixie was the type of bitch to be on no snake shit. Not only was she tryna sell a nigga out to save her own ass, she put Juniper’s life at risk over some petty ass shit. Them niggas put a gun to my Juni’s head all ‘cause of Mixie’s own jealously. I thanked God everyday them dumb ass niggas ain’t accidentally shoot Juniper. Accidents happened all the time, and as slow as those niggas were, it was a miracle they didn’t shoot Juniper over some shit she was supposed to be okay with. A lot of this shit could have been avoided had Mixie been real about how she felt. I would have still fucked with Juniper, but not out in the open. Mixie fucked herself, and now she couldn’t deal with her own bullshit. If my baby would have lost her life, I think I would have lost it. I couldn’t say I would have spared Mixe’s life if Juni would have gotten hurt in any way. Her ass should have been happy I let her make it. That snake shit would have gotten a nigga killed.
Mixie let out a breath of hot air then folding her arms under her titties that were spilling out the top of her shirt, she twisted her lips up as she spoke.”I’m not gonna be waiting for you forever, nigga. The only reason I’m being patient with you is ‘cause I fucked up. My patience is running thin. Call me when you’re ready for me to pick him up, or I can come over and we can have family time.” Mixie winked at me then turned, walking out of my office.
