“Okay. Okay,” she says resignedly before opening the door.
When she gets out, Akeem pulls off, and in her mind, never looks back. She poured her heart out to him and he didn’t care at all. Defeated, broken, and utterly devastated, she cries the entire walk back to her sister’s. The front door is still ajar. In her haste to leave earlier, she didn’t fully close it. Music still plays but louder. The smell of marijuana is stronger and her twin is in the living room with a glass filled with tequila and pineapple juice in her hand, dancing.
Dancing.
My life is in fucking shambles and she’s dancing.
What the fuck!
“Oh hey, Twin,” she says with a huge ass smile when she sees Sunjiya. “He left?” she asks but Sunjiya doesn’t answer because she’s taken back by her sister’s demeanor.
Is she fucking serious right now?
Surely, she knows the shit just hit the fucking fan. She witnessed Sunjiya collapsing on the stairs when Akeem arrived. She saw Akeem storm out of here and Sunjiya running after him.So, again, what the fuck!
As if oblivious to what the hell just happened and Sunjiya’s broken state, her sister raises her glass and has the nerve to say, “I take that as a yes. Get a drink. Let’s toast and get back to twin business!”
“What?” Sunjiya asks incredulously.She can’t be serious.
“He’s gone, right? Nothing’s stopping us from having fun. Shit, we can get fucked up and go out tonight. No need in wasting any more time. I’m ready to have fun. Calling him was the best idea I ever had.”
“You called him?” Sunjiya asks, not believing what she’s hearing.She called Akeem.
“Oh God. We’ve done worse. Quit asking so fucking dr?—”
Her words are cut off by Sunjiya rushing her in a fit of rage. Sunjiya slams her sister into the digital jukebox on the wall and the glass of tequila and pineapple juice crashes to the floor and shatters.
“How could you do that to me?” Sunjiya screams as she presses her sister’s face against the jukebox. “How could you?” Her sister wiggles free and pushes Sunjiya but Sunjiya doesn’t move. She stands firm then draws back her hand and slaps the shit out of her sister. “Fuck you!”
After spitting out a mixture of saliva and blood, her sister screams then shakes her head. “No fuck you, bitch! I did youa favor,” she snaps and Sunjiya slaps her again. This time, her sister falls back and stumbles to the floor. “Shit!”
Her inebriated state is no match for Sunjiya’s. Losing Akeem obliterated any tipsiness Sunjiya might have been feeling before he showed up. She’s sober as fuck and mad as hell. When she draws her leg back to kick her sister, she freezes then glares down at her twin.
“I don’t want shit else to do with you because I’ll never forgive you for this shit,” she says firmly, meaning every word. Then she walks away, heads to the stairs, grabs her phone, and rushes up to the bedroom. Hurriedly, she changes into a pair of jeans, a graphic tee, and kicks. She throws her things into her suitcase and gets the hell out of the house. She drives to the end of the street, and at the red light, she breaks down.
Operating on pure adrenaline, raw emotion, and murderous rage, Akeem drove all night from Atlanta, Georgia to Jacksonville, Florida. He missed the last flight to Jacksonville by thirty minutes, and because of an approaching thunderstorm in north Florida, Friday morning flights to Jacksonville are delayed until afternoon.
He can’t wait.
He has to get to Lazy’s and kill Ano and any nigga in there who hurt her.
He arrived at Lazy Nights Club a little after three in the morning. Just like with any other kill, he’s in the cut, observing and setting up his kill. Ano is the primary target, but once he locates Honey and finds out the other guilty targets, they will be added to his list expeditiously. He’s not leaving Jacksonville until he stops the heart of every man who hurt her.
The last thirty minutes of the ride until now, he’s been on the phone with Axton. He needed to talk this shit out with someone he trusted and hopefully make sense of it. Admittedly, the talking didn’t help much, his adrenaline and desire to kill outweighs everything at this moment.
“Are you sure you need to be doing this?” Axton asks.
“Fuck you mean? Yes I need to do this,” Akeem fires back.
“I mean right now. I know you’re going to do this; I’m just questioning the timing. You haven’t had time to process it all.”
“I processed it. She lied. That’s it.”
“If that was it, you wouldn’t be there,” Axton rebuts.
“Just because she and I are done doesn’t mean that nigga ain’t dying. That’s happening as soon as I get a clear path or shot.”
Akeem’s anger comes through loud and crystal clear but so does his pain. His brother is hurting and Axton hears it in his voice. He treads lightly and speaks the words Akeem might not want to hear even though they come from a place of love.
