“I know, but once this is all over, I’m done. You can have it.”
“Adore, if I’m still in the game, that doesn’t exempt you from harm. You kno’ that, right?”
“Well, you get out too. We can hand that shit over to somebody else.”
“Man, can we talk ‘bout this shit at another time? I ain’t seen you in forever.”
I let it go for now. The time we had together was most important. There was no telling when this shit would get snatched away from us.
CHAPTER 18: ZHANE
I had no idea what the fuck I was doing here. My childhood friend and I had followed Whodie’s location all day. He rarely drove his truck, and had I known that the day I put the tracker on his truck, I would’ve waited. Weeks had gone by since the blood test came back that my son wasn’t his.
“Zhane, where the fuck you got us at? This is some rich ass shit. Look at that big ass house,” my friend said.
“Bitch, shut up and act like you’ve seen some nice shit before,” I told her.
Honestly, she hadn’t. Her ass was still staying in a broken-down apartment on the east side where we grew up.
“Girl, I ain’t never seen no shit like this. Do niggas even live out here?”
As soon as she said that, Adore popped out the front door in a bonnet, some booty shorts, and a sports bra. If I wasn’t paying attention, I would’ve missed her. The damn hedges around the house only gave you a small opening from the road. Now that I knew she was here, I knew why Whodie’s truck location was at this spot.
“Sit here. I’ll be right back,” I told my friend.
I hopped out of the car right as Adore was walking back in the house. I hit the doorbell, not knowing what or who else besides her was behind the door. To my surprise, she answered.
“What the fuck you doing here? Better yet, how the fuck you get out here?” Adore asked.
It wasn’t any of her business.
“Is Whodie here?”
Adore looked behind her, and there his fine ass was. Standing behind her like she was a queen or some shit.
“Fuck she doin’ here?” He asked.
“I asked the bitch the same thing. She said she wanted to see you.”
“Zhane, please get the fuck on before I cause a scene and I ain’t really tryin’ to go there at this man’s house.”
Man’s house? So this wasn’t their shit?
“Why the fuck y’all got my door wide the fuck open this time of mornin’?” Another male voice said.
When Adore pushed the door open further, another fine ass man stood there with no shirt.
“And who the fuck is this?”
“One of Whodie’s old bitches that don’t know how to let go,” Adore said.
“Oh, bitch, I know how to let go. We just got unfinished business that doesn’t concern you.”
“Bitch, he is my business,” she stepped closer, but Whodie pulled her back.
This was laughable. Adore talked big shit, but always had Whodie to protect her.
“Bitch, you got bigger fish to fry than me. You need to tighten up, ma ma.”
