“Bitch, Ion belive shit coming out of ya fuckin’ mouth.”
“I ain’t lying! Go ask Big Frank about my sister, Kallie. See what that nigga say,” Clive cried out in agony.
Right now, I didn’t know what the fuck to believe. Big Frank had been moving funny, I didn’t want to believe my daddy was on no foul shit. But he’d been dealing with Clive. What threw me off was Clive talking about another bitch. If Big Frank was cheating on my mama, that nigga was finna have to see me. All the shit he talked about family and placing nothing above family. Thinking back on the cryptic shit Big Frank would say when I asked what he had going on, it only made sense he was creeping with a bitch. Then the ho being Clive’s sister made sense on why Big Frank was being lenient. The only thing I couldn’t understand was how Juniper fit into all of this shit. If she wasn’t Clive’s, then who the fuck was her daddy, and why didn’t the nigga speak the fuck up?
“You wanna spill yo guts, nigga, you tell me,” I barked, getting pissed off thinking about the betrayal that had been going on up under my nose.
“No, you need to let Big Frank be the one to tell you. It ain’t my place,” Clive said, leaning back against the door with his eyes closed and his breathing labored.
Thinking the nigga I looked up to had been keeping secrets from the family he claimed he loved so much low key broke a nigga’s heart. I always looked at my parents' relationship wanting something similar to the love they shared. I hated to imagine seeing the hurt on my mama’s face. She loved the fuck out of that bitch nigga, and he’d betrayed her. I was more mad over the pain Big Frank was going to inflict on my mama than anything.
“Get yo bitch ass up,” I demanded, peering down at Clive, evilly. I really wanted to kill the nigga. He’d given me a bunch of puzzle pieces that didn’t fit.
“I can barely walk. You forgot you shot me in my knee.” Clive's eyes bucked open as he looked at me in shock.
“Nigga, if you don’t want a bulliet in ya fuckin’ fo’head, I suggest you get the fuck up and leave.” I cocked my gun back preparing to shoot Clive’s ass. The only reason I was giving him the chance to leave was because at the moment, Clive was more useful alive than dead. But if he kept fucking with me, I was gonna change my mind.
“Okay-Okay.” Clive slowly pulled himself up, dragging his limp leg with him, and he slowly drug himself out the bathroom. I followed behind him making sure he didn’t try any fuck shit.
“Aye, get somebody to clean this shit up,” I called out to Monice. I wasn’t worried about anybody saying shit; they knew who the fuck I was. I might have chilled out in the streets, but my name still rang bells.
Clive barely made it to his car, but he got in that bitch, skirting off, leaving a trail of smoke behind him.
I had too many unanswered questions, and the only person who could answer them was Big Frank. At the moment, I was too pissed to approach him and not disrespect him. I needed to cool down before I said anything to him ‘cause right now I wasn’t looking at him like he was my dad. I was feeling like he was a nigga on the street, and I didn’t want to handle Big Frank like that. He was my dad; I was tryna give him the same grace he’d given, and that meant I had to calm down before I approached him.
God needs to fix this shit. ASAP.
Chapter 31
Juniper Weaver
“I don’t think I can do this.” I rested my head back against the head rest.
My last few days had been a complete blur. I didn’t know if I was coming or going. Between Kojo and his rude ass mama blowing up my phone demanding I talk to them about the stupid ass wedding, they were getting on my nerves. I blocked Margret after the first time she called my phone talking crazy. As far as I was concerned, there wasn’t going to be a wedding. Kojo’s new fond interest in being Ryver’s dad and other little things that he was doing and none of them were sitting right with me. The more I thought I came to the conclusion that him using Frankee’s company wasn’t a coincidence–Beauville wasn’t that small. What his purpose was, I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t trust him or his motives. He was up to something, but Kojo was the least of my worries. He was more of a nuisance than anything. Faheem Banks was what had my mind about to explode.
Ever since we came back into contact with each other, my world had been flipped upside down. I haven't been able tofunction properly since. Faheem literally was on my mind all day. I hated that I loved him as deeply as I did, and I couldn’t even figure out why. I had every reason to hate him, but my heart refused to. His dumb ass had the nerve to kiss me, and I was done for. That single kiss fully reignited my love for him. My resistance was non-existent. The walls I’d built to protect myself from Faheem crumbled with one kiss when I should have been moving on with my life after learning about Mixie’s involvement with me being robbed. I don’t know why I was shocked Faheem was protecting Mixie; he always did. At minimum, I deserved to fuck Mixie up off the strength of her putting my life in jeopardy. I didn’t care what Faheem said. I was gonna beat her ass when I got the chance. I didn’t care if it took ten more years, I wasn’t resting until my fist and her face knew each other. Fuck how Faheem felt, I prayed he was there to see. I had to be a dummy. In the back of my mind, I kept telling myself Faheem was going to change. He would put me first, but every time, he went out his way to prove me fucking wrong. Even still, I was trying to be the bigger person. I didn’t show up to our counseling session, I didn’t feel like faking the funk. I was still in my feelings, but my guilt was eating at me. At this point we were going to be married forever because Faheem rescheduled our session before this one.
In my anger, I told myself I wasn’t going to tell Faheem about Ryver. I wanted to hurt his fucking feelings like he did mine. I even toyed with the idea of going along with Kojo’s dumb ass idea. Quickly, I changed my mind. I didn’t want to deal with Kojo more than I had to. Too bad guilt was eating my ass up. I had already let so much time pass, I couldn’t keep my secret any longer. That led me to calling Frankee, of course she was all for me telling Faheem. She even called him to set us up with him. She didn’t tell him I was with him. I was shocked when we pulled up to my favorite car wash, and Frankee told me Faheem owned it. I can’t lie, I was proud to see Faheem stepping out of thestreets to have a legit business. He’d mentioned it a few times, and I'd encouraged him to start trying different things out, but he didn’t seem that motivated. I loved that he stepped out of his comfort zone and made a profitable business.
Frankee, Ryver, and I had been sitting outside Double O’s. Apparently, Faheem was waiting on us, but my scary ass couldn't get out of the car. I don’t know why I cared how Faheem was going to react. I kind of wanted to see him angry, it probably would give me some type of satisfaction, but the rational side of me knew better. That was the one that had me stuck in this car.
”At least he won’t be mad at you alone. He gonna cuss my ass out too.” Frankee snickered, looking out the window.
“Okay, but he’s gonna eventually forgive you. You're his sister,” I groaned, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. I was hoping when I opened them I would be far away from Faheem.
Smacking her lips at me, I could feel Frankee’s hard stare. I imagined her rolling her eyes at me. “And the nigga is basically obsessed with you. Not only are you still his wife, y’all have a baby. He might be mad, but he ain’t finna hate you. The slim chance that he does, fuck him.”
”It’s just that easy, huh?” I snickered, peeking out at Frankee’s goofy smile.
“Mhm-hm, I mean I ain’t saying don’t apologize because what you did is fucked up. But the nigga ain’t innocent either. You ain’t gotta kiss his ass if he don’t wanna accept your apology.”
This was why I found it easy being friends with Frankee, she always told me the truth. She didn’t pick sides when it came to her brother and me. She even found a way to give me the courage I needed at times I felt less confident. Every day Ryver looked more and more like Faheem. Every face she made mirrored Faheem's. I really didn’t have any other option but to come cleanbefore. I wanted to tell Faheem first before we ran into each other or someone saw me with Ryver
“And once I have this baby, we gonna pull up on Mixie’s trifling ass. I been letting that ho make it ‘cause of my nephew, but she ain’t getting a pass for that shit.” Frankee continued speaking about her setting the robbery up. I’d told her about it the other day, and she was pissed to say the least.
Blowing out a deep breath, I opened my eyes. “I hear you, baby Tyson.” I giggled looking back at a sleeping Ryver. ”But, I think you should take Ryver in there and gauge his reaction first, then I’ll come in.”
“I don’t think I’m going to have to do any of that,” Frankee said, tapping on my shoulder then nodding out the front windshield.
