Throwing my hands up, I quickly replied, “Okay. I’m going.” I tried to walk past him, but I felt his grip on my arm.
“Five minutes, Juni, don’t make me come get you,” he warned, and I nodded my head, stepping around him.
Hurrying down the hallway, I contemplated if I should even come back. That would only piss Faheem’s psychotic ass off even more. I might as well get this over with now. Once I got to the lobby, I made eye contact with one of his employees. She looked at me with a disgusted expression, giving me the once over and rolling her eyes.Yeah, she’d fucked Faheem. Right now, she could have him. He’d made me question my own sanity enoughfor the day. Walking outside back to Frankee’s car, she was sitting in the driver seat holding Ryver, feeding her a bottle.
“Hey,” I called, getting her attention, walking up to her window.
“You’re alive,” she jokingly said with a smile.
“Barely,” I groaned nervously. “Umm, he wants to see her.”
“Do you need me to stay?” Frankee asked, opening her door then giving me Ryver. Her little eyes lit up when she saw me.
“You missed Mommy?” I cooed at her, and she smacked my face, smiling as milk poured down her face. “Okay, silly, let’s not make a mess. I’m okay,” I replied back to Frankee. “I am sorry for putting you in the middle of my mess. I didn’t want him to be mad at you too.”
Waving me off, Frankee giggled then said, “Ain’t nobody stuntin’ Faheem. He’ll be okay.”
I was happy to know Frankee wasn’t pissed at me too. I didn’t need both of them mad at me. Placing Ryver back in her carseat, I got her diaper bag and carried her inside the carseat. Saying my goodbyes to Frankee, I begrudgingly walked back inside Faheem’s carwash. As soon as I made it inside the lobby, I was greeted with Faheem’s tall frame heading my way. He stopped in front of me then looked down at Ryver in her carseat.
Ryver popped her bottle out of her mouth. “Hiiii!” Rye happily yelled out to Faheem, who was staring at her in silence. He took her in from head to toe. Licking his lips, he nodded his head in disbelief.
“Let’s go,” he said, taking her car seat out of my hand, then heading out the door.
Shaking my head, I said a silent prayer for myself.
Chapter 32
Faheem Banks
A Week Later
“Faheem, we’re not doing this kidnapping shit again. I need to go check on my house. I have to go to work,” Juniper said, stomping her way into the living room wearing one of my over-size white-tees.
I couldn’t tell if she had panties on or not, but that ass was poking like a mutha fucka. One thing my seeds did was enhance their mama’s bodies. Juniper was on the slim thick side back then. Now, baby girl was thicker than fucking molasses. It was hard staying in the same house and not fucking the shit out of her. The dick came to life whenever she was around.
“You see my baby sleepin’. Go on with that screamin’. I’ll take you home when I fuckin’ feel like it,” I snapped at her stupid ass. Rye was laying on my chest knocked the fuck out, snoring her little chunky ass off.
”Okay, and I need to go make sure I have a job still. So I can take care of your baby,” Juniper sarcastically replied, folding her arms under her titties.
”Fuck that job,” I nonchalantly replied. Juniper didn’t need to work. Her ass needed to sit the fuck down and figure out how to make up to me for the fuck shit she did.
”Nigga…”
As good as she looked, I still wanted to fuck her ass up. I had been so fucking mad at Juniper for doing this dumb ass shit. What broad in her right fucking mind didn’t tell they nigga they were pregnant? There was no making sense of the shit Juniper did. Who the fuck wanted to go through their entire fucking pregnancy without the nigga that got them pregnant? Bitches lost they minds behind keeping they baby daddy in they life, but Juniper’s ass hated a nigga so bad she hid my fucking baby from me. Every time I looked at Rye, my heart ached for all the moments I missed. I wasn’t a perfect nigga, but when it came to my seeds, I was doing everything in my power to make sure they got the best versions of me. I fell in love as soon as I laid eyes on Rye. Her and Forrest were damn near twins, aside from Forrest being a little darker than Rye. Both my seeds looked just like me, and I loved that shit. I couldn’t deny either one of them if I wanted to.
It's crazy seeing how much of a personality a one-year-old could have. Ryver had been running through this house like she was queen bee, and I let her. Call a nigga selfish, but the three of us had been locked up in my house in Boowell county. I didn’t want anything taking my attention from Ryver. I wanted her to have my full attention since she was still getting to know me. For the most part, Ryver took to me. The first day she was acting stank, but after I gave her some candy, she was my best friend. I was tryna get her to call me daddy, but her little silly ass laughed every time I said Da-Da. Ryver could get whatever she wanted from me. She took after her mama with her attitude. When she didn’t get her way, she stomped around with her bottom lip poked out. Just like Juniper’s ass was doing now.
I ain’t give a flying fuck about Juniper being mad. She was lucky I didn’t tie her ass up like I wanted to in the first place. She was a runaway risk. At this point, I had no trust for her. She’d proven how sneaky she really was. If she could kiss me in the middle of a fucking side walk but fail to mention anything about our baby, I couldn’t trust her. I really felt like I couldn’t trust nobody around me forreal, forreal. It seemed like everybody I trusted had some shit to hide. My daddy and Frankee were both on my shit list right now. Frankee had been blowing my phone up, tryna to apologize, and I heard her. I knew she wasn’t on no malicious shit, but I was her brother. As soon as she found out about Ryver, she should have hit my line. Fuck that neutral shit she wanted to do. I wasn’t tripping too bad off of Frankee, more so Big Frank. If what Clive was saying was true, that nigga betrayed our entire family.
Today, I was finna kill two birds with one stone–tell my parents about Ryver and see what the fuck Big Frank was hiding. Toi was gonna lose her mind when she found out I had another baby. Even more so with Juniper. My mama liked Juniper and asked about her periodically over the years. I had to go get my little nigga too. This week had been the longest time I’d went without seeing him in person. Of course, I FaceTimed him, but he was too young to really understand it. Last night when Forrest cried for me, I knew it was time to go get my seed. Mixie was all in my business trying to figure out why I had been missing. She was gonna have a fit when she found out about Ryver. Mixie loved hollering about being the only one with my baby.
“Aye.” I chuckled, but I didn’t find shit funny. “I promise if my baby gets woken up ‘cause you keep makin’ hella noise, that’s yo mutha fuckin’ ass, Juniper.” I shot her a death glare.
Juniper stopped walking, turning towards me, her hand on her hip and face frowned the fuck up. “Faheem, I’m not tryna hear nothing unless it’s you taking me back home.”
“Bitches be outta they fuckin’ mind.” I might have been talking out loud, but I was speaking to myself. I was tryna mentally prepare myself ‘cause I felt it in my soul this girl was finna make a nigga come out of character.
“Who the fuck is you calling a bitch?!” Juniper yelled, causing Ryver to jump in her sleep.
