by T. Styles
Although she licked the tip of his dick a few times, she never fucked him, and to be honest, she never regretted it either. Not to mention she always thought he wanted Coconut instead of her.
“You know I wasn’t really feeling Park like that, Jake.” She laughed. “That nigga was way too weird for me. Why you ask anyway?”
“Because he asks about you all the time.” He sat close to Coconut and rubbed her knee. “He said the other day that he didn’t like the way you carried him. Said you started fucking with his cousin or some shit like that.”
“Who is his cousin?” Farah asked.
“Randy.” When he saw the expression on her face he said, “Wait . . . you didn’t know that shit?”
Farah turned blue. “No. I mean, me and Randy were together, but he’s not the kind of nigga who likes to talk about other dudes, so it never came up.” Farah scratched her head. “I really didn’t know that shit.”
“Yeah, that’s his cousin.” He paused. “Don’t worry about it though. Park is married to some broad he met from Jersey, so he couldn’t have been that mad. Plus we were kids back then.” He rubbed Coconut’s knee harder. “On another note, I been telling Coconut y’all don’t need to be beefing, so I’m glad y’all put the drama behind you.”
Jake was cool, but he was starting to give Farah the ills. Why did he care if she spoke to Coconut or not? “So when is the wedding day?” Farah asked, nodding at the picture. “I see y’all playing house and can’t keep your hands off each other.”
“Girl, when I’m able to satisfy him all the way around the board.” She paused and looked into his eyes. “Well, at least that’s what he keeps telling me.”
He nudged her leg. “Stop playing. You know how I feel about you.”
“I hear you,” Coconut responded. “I still want the ring though.” She looked into his eyes and he looked away. “Why you ask when we’re getting married?”
“Because it’s time to make it official. Y’all been together forever and virtually married now. Plus I see your love.”
“We beyond love at this point. It’s way deeper than that,” Coconut told her. “We got an understanding that works for both of us.” She kissed Jake on the lips and Farah grew hot between the legs. They appeared seconds away from creating a porno.
“No doubt,” Jake said. “I been telling my shorty I never fucked with a female like her before. I just want to make sure she’s willing to do any and everything she can to satisfy me.”
“Haven’t I given you everything you’ve asked, Jake?” She looked over at him. “When I wanted to move in with Farah, you begged me to get a place with you. Didn’t I leave? And when you wanted that thing, didn’t I arrange it? I’ve given you everything . . . but . . . this.”
Farah didn’t like not knowing the secret they were obviously not trying to tell her. “What’s going on? Everything cool between y’all?”
“She can tell you better than I can.” Jake stood up and kissed Coconut on the forehead. “So I’ma let her do that and go grab another beer.”
Jake quickly dismissed himself and pimped into the kitchen. Farah looked at him as he peered into the refrigerator. “Girl, what is up with him?” she whispered. “And what is he asking you to do that you’re obviously uncomfortable with?”
“It’s a long story, Farah, and I really need your help right now, but I’m not sure how you’re going to take it. The last thing I need you to be is mad at me, since we’re cool again.”
Farah rubbed her leg. “What’s up? Stop fucking around. Spit it out!”
“That’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about when I showed up at your place that day.”
Farah knew there was a real reason and hoped it didn’t have anything to do with Slade like she originally thought. “It ain’t about Slade, is it? I mean, you not gonna tell me you like him or some shit like that, are you? I saw how you were looking at him that day, and I wasn’t feeling it.”
Coconut frowned. “I don’t know what you talking about, Farah.” She laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, Slade is fine and all, but he ain’t my type.”
Farah exhaled. “Oh . . . Well, what’s up?”
“I’m really feeling Jake, girl. To the point where if the nigga dumped me, I might lose my mind and my lifestyle. You see all this shit I got.” She flashed her rings and pointed at her Birkin bag on the loveseat. “This nigga is official, and I’ve known him all my life.”
“Coconut, you telling me things I already know. Remember, I’ve been knowing you forever. But how do I play into all of this?”
She took two quick breaths. “Well, the thing is, he had a fantasy of fucking with me and one of my friends. We talked about it in the past, but I wasn’t ready to deal with it back then. Eventually he left it alone until now.”
Farah’s skin warmed. “And . . .”
“And he chose you.”
Farah backed away and frowned. It wasn’t like she couldn’t get with the freaky shit. As a matter of fact, it made her feel good when she explored her wild side. To take it a step further, Coconut and Farah kissed each other’s boxes on a regular, so it wasn’t a thing. But they never talked about what they did behind closed doors to anyone else, and they certainly never considered bringing in a third party. They preferred to blame alcohol for their promiscuous activities.
“You told him we went there with each other before?” she whispered, looking behind her to see where he was. His back faced their direction, so she focused back on Coconut. “What if the shit gets out and he tells somebody else?”
Coconut pushed her playfully on the leg. “Yes, I told him, and Jake’s way cool about that kind of shit. As a matter of fact, he’s turned on by it. Normally we bring in an outsider, but recently he shared with me that he wanted to see what it would be like to be with you.” Coconut wore a smile, but she looked like she was breaking down inside.
“How do you feel about that? Honestly? Because you look like you ain’t feeling the shit.”
“I want him to feel like he can have everything with me. Like he don’t have to cheat because our bedroom is open to any of his fantasies. You know bitches out there would jump at a chance to be with Jake. Including some of my friends.” She eyed Farah.
“Don’t look at me, because before today, I didn’t even fuck with Jake.”
“I know it’s not you,” she reassured her. “I didn’t want to tell you, but Shannon went at him the other day when we were over Rhonda’s house.”
Farah furrowed her brows. “You were at Rhonda’s after she lost the baby?”
“Yes, and I’m not fucking with that bitch no more either, Farah. Something is way off about her. Do you know she lied about her entire pregnancy?”
“What you talking about? Her stomach was as big as a globe.”
“Jake is cool with Knight, and it came out the other day.” She paused. “Apparently Rhonda went to the doctor’s months before the baby was due, and was told that her baby was dead inside of her body. They said she needed to undergo emergency surgery to remove the fetus. She could’ve died leaving the baby in her body. Instead of letting them do the surgery, she ran out. She was so scared she was going to lose Knight when he found out, that she decided to lie. Knight found out by one of the doctors the other day.”
“When did she know the baby was dead inside of her?”
“For two months, Farah. The bitch was sick. They saying Rhonda walking around DC right now talking to herself and all kinds of shit like that. You better be careful though. She kept talking about you for some reason.”
“I already saw her.” Farah recalled her eyes. “She approached me when I went to grab something to eat. She didn’t look right then, but I had no idea.” She shook her head. “I actually felt responsible for her losing the baby. Now I want to kill this bitch!”
“I blamed you at first too. Who would’ve known she could do something so crazy? Still, be careful. You never know what somebody like her might do.”
I’m gonna
get that bitch way before she get me. Especially now.
“Anyway, you gonna do it? What I asked you about Jake?” She put her hands together like she was praying. “Please, Farah, do this for me. I need this. You gotta know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t so serious.”
Her decision wasn’t rocket science. Jake was fine, she loved Coconut, and she was bored out of her mind. She had so much negative shit going on in her life that she didn’t have a problem with having a little fun. But, there was one thing. Her piggy bank was bare. She didn’t have a cent to her name, and her property manager was threatening to throw her out if she didn’t come up with the rent. So if they wanted her to be a part of their threesome, it was going to cost.
“I’ll do it. On one condition.”
Coconut jumped up and down in place. “Girl, you don’t even know what this means to me!” She grinned as if she had just asked her to be a bridesmaid instead of share her boyfriend’s bed. “He gonna finally realize that there ain’t shit I won’t do for him. I owe you big time for this shit.”
Tell me about it. “Hold up, Coconut, we not finished talking business yet.”
“Business?”
“Yes, because if I get down like that for y’all, what’s in it for me?” She paused. “I mean, Jake gets his rocks off and you get to keep the man you always wanted. But what about me?”
Coconut backed up a little to look at her friend seriously. “Are you playing?” She frowned. “You want us to pay you?”
“The question is are you serious?” Farah combatted. She just lost her sister, she didn’t have a man, and she killed for blood. She was starting not to care much about what other people thought about her. “It’s cool for you to ask me to be a part of your little situation, but it’s not cool for me to ask y’all to look out? Times are hard for me, Coconut. I mean, don’t be so selfish.”
“I’m not saying it like that. It’s just that—”
“Let’s be fair, Coconut,” Jake interrupted, joining the conversation. “If she wants some paper, it ain’t like we can’t make that happen.” He looked at Farah and licked his lips. He wore all over his face what he had planned for her. “But if I’m gonna look after you like that, I expect a little more in return. I’m into some shit you might not be down with, but if we paying, I want my money’s worth.”
Farah thought briefly about Randy’s sadistic ass. When she was with him, she was pissed on, bitten, beaten, and made to feel less than. There was nothing he could do outside of breaking her skin and/or killing her that would make her go away. She needed the money, and to be honest, she looked forward to the experience.
“If you looking after me and blessing my pockets, there ain’t shit I wouldn’t do for you.”
Coconut saw the look in her eyes and grew worried. She recalled conversations she had with Lesa about Farah’s shiesty behavior. “Farah, what ever happened to Lesa? Your old roommate?”
“From what I understand, she’s doing okay. For now.”
Chapter 12
Farah
“If you got an hour and a lunch break, I can show you exactly what I’m talking about.”
Farah cruised down the darkening streets with the sounds of Keyshia Cole blasting from her stereo. An open bottle of wine sat tucked in her purse in the passenger seat, while she sipped on the rest from her cream-colored coffee cup. She had a lot on her mind and a lot on her list to take care of that evening. She looked forward to a time when she no longer had to look over her shoulders or worry about people out to get her.
When she pulled up in front of a small brick house, she sat outside for a minute and took it all in. Huge green trees lined the front, and decorations from holidays past still donned the door. She wondered what it would be like to live in a house like this . . . as a child. Did the person she was looking for always feel safe? And loved? The thought made her envious and at the same time ready for war. So she downed everything in her cup, took a deep breath, and grabbed her purse. Before exiting the car, she surveyed her surroundings to be sure the coast was clear. When it was, she eased out of her car and approached the house.
The moment the door opened, Lesa stumbled back when she saw Farah’s face. The blue cashmere sweater Lesa sported lit up her eyes and made her even more beautiful.
“How you been, Lesa?” Farah tried to stare inside from where she stood. “How does it feel to live back with your mother? You two getting along better, I hope.”
“I . . . uh . . .”
Farah laughed. “I can’t believe this. When was the last time you were at a loss for words? Especially considering the word on the street is that you can’t keep my name out of your mouth.”
“F . . . Farah, what are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?”
“As long as you on the East Coast, Lesa, I’m gonna always be able to find you,” she responded, leaving out how she searched the Net for her mother’s information. “Now, I asked you a fucking question. Why do you got a problem with keeping my name in your mouth? Don’t you know what happens to snitches? Or do I have to remind you?”
Lesa looked off balance when she saw Farah reaching into her purse. Afraid for her life, she ran into her house, screaming her lungs out. Farah was right on her heels, ready to finish what she started, until she glanced at the mirror on the wall. In it she saw a uniformed officer sitting on the sofa. When the person turned, she saw it was Nadia Gibson and the joke was on her. This was the last person on earth she wanted or needed to see.
Farah backed out slowly at first, before flying out of the house at lightning speed. On her way down the steps, she tripped and fell, sending the wine bottle she planned to crack over Lesa’s head crashing to the ground. Wine covered everything and glass crunched under her boots as she made it to her car. Nervous about being arrested, she softly bumped the car in front of her as she wiggled out of the parking space and back into traffic. From the rearview mirror, she could see Nadia waving at her with an evil grin on her face.
Although Farah considered this a defeat, she wasn’t ready to claim it as a win for the officer either. She would do whatever she could to silence anybody trying to ruin her life, including a hating-ass cop.
Farah arrived at the blood drive bright and early the next day, eager to do her thing. Normally she preferred to move in the darkness, but the night before had proven to be unsatisfactory. She couldn’t get her hands on Lesa and her search for Eleanor had once again ended in vain. It was time to do something she loved: hunt for blood.
When her phone rang and she saw it was an unknown number, she figured it was her father. It had been a while since she’d spoken to him, and she wondered how he was doing since hearing the news. She felt like a coward for not telling him Chloe was missing and Brownie was dead, but at the moment she couldn’t handle his reaction. “Hello, Daddy. How are you holding up?”
“Baby girl, I’m not good.”
Farah’s stomach rumbled.
“You can’t even imagine what it’s like to lose a child and the love of your life at the same time.” He paused and took a deep breath.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” Farah said, observing a truck behind her from the rearview mirror. “I wish you didn’t have to be alone.”
“Don’t worry too much about me. The good thing about my situation is I’m in the right place to take out my frustrations, and I wanted you to know that it may be a long time before I talk to you again.”
“What . . . Why?” she yelled.
“Let’s just say that problem you told me about the last time you talked to me was taken care of. He won’t be doing anything to anybody else ever.”
Farah’s heart rate increased. “You talking about . . . You . . . kill—”
“Don’t say it over the phone. Just know that it’s not a problem anymore and that I don’t want you out there worrying about me. If they pin it on me, I might be in solitary for a long time, and I just wanted you to know in case you don’t hear from me. Tell Shadow and Mia to be easy, and that I
love them too. Bye, baby girl.”
He ended the call, and for a second Farah sat in silence. Part of her was relieved that Tank was dead and could not harm him, but the other part blamed herself because had she not tried to rob Tank, he would not be in jail trying to take his life. She hated Randy and hoped at some point he got exactly what he deserved. In fact, she prayed on it.
The truck she was worried about was still behind her, so she turned around and it pulled off. “Are you following me?”
When the vehicle was out of sight, she observed the building hosting the blood drive. She decided to select her next victim there, figuring anybody donating would most likely have a clean bill of health. The blue sweater dress she wore presented her ass in 3D, and she looked so edible that only a gay man could deny her. Once inside of the building, she strolled to the counter, grabbed an application, and scanned the room for donors.
After completing her paperwork, she sat in the lobby and waited for her fake name to be called. Although she had no intention of giving blood, she had to at least look the part. Bad prospect after bad prospect crawled inside, and she was starting to believe the blood drive was a useless idea. After an hour of waiting and ignoring her name when it was yelled, she was about to leave. That was until she finally saw her prospect. He was tall, handsome, and chocolate, just like she liked. He walked in with a swag about himself that said he was the only man in the room. Farah had to have him. The only problem was he wasn’t sitting anywhere near her.
Quick on her feet, she strutted toward the bathroom to stall. She hoped the seat she’d chosen earlier would be taken, which would give her an excuse to find another one, next to her potential victim. When she walked out of the restroom, she saw her plan worked when she eyed some girl going through her fake Gucci in her seat.
Beaming, Farah whipped her hair over her shoulder and switched toward her prize. Her hair moved effortlessly with every step she made, and she was sure there wasn’t a soft dick in the house. When she made it across the room, she wiggled into the seat next to him and said, “How long do you think we have to wait? It seems like I’ve been here all day.” She paused only to breathe. “I sure could find something else better to do with my time.”
