by T. Styles
“You right, you did hook me up, but what I’m talking about is how you and your friends got down when you came over my cousin’s place.” He paused. “If you wanted to be wifey, you had to carry yourself that way.”
“So you saying you’ll never be with me like that because I sucked your dick on the first date? Even though that’s what you wanted me to do and you liked it?”
He shrugged.
“That’s so fucking wrong, Slade. If that’s how you felt, why didn’t you tell me while I was doing it?”
“It’s not my responsibility to express what you want for yourself.” He pointed at her. “You gotta put it to niggas how you want to be treated, or else you’ll be taken advantage of.”
“So you’re admitting that you took advantage of me?”
“I’m being real with you, Shannon. That’s what you asked, remember?”
“Wow, you never really know a person.” She took his glass and drank the rest of his Hennessy. “At least you being real.”
“I’ve always kept shit real with you. You just figuring it out now.”
Slade knew she was talking, but suddenly he could no longer hear her, because across the room was the woman he thought about every day, hugged up with another nigga. Since it wasn’t even the same dude, he was confused. What is she, some kind of freak? The six foot five inch dude had her wrapped in his arms like a scarf, and she was smiling so wide her teeth sparkled.
“Excuse me for a minute, Shannon.” He stood up.
Shannon grabbed his hand and said, “Slade, please don’t leave me. We came together.”
He shook her off and approached them. When he was close enough to breathe on both of them, he asked, “You look like you’re really enjoying yourself, Farah.”
Farah almost tripped over her feet when she saw him. “Nobody’s asking you, Slade.” She focused back on Jake and Coconut, who were both grilling Slade.
“Farah, what are you doing with this nigga? Wasn’t you just pinned up with another dude the other night? Don’t you got shit to take care of back home?”
Farah looked in the direction he came from. When she saw Shannon, she frowned. “What I’m doing over here is none of your business, but it looks like you having yourself a good time too.” She laughed to herself. “You love fucking the consolation prize, don’t you?” She looked at Shannon, who was grinning from ear to ear. Part of her wanted to snatch her face off, but the other part wanted to remain cool. Besides, he was the one pressing her out, not the other way around.
“My man, not for nothing, but I’m having an evening with my ladies right now,” Jake said to Slade.
Prior to him opening his mouth, Slade forgot he was even there. “Your lady?” Slade laughed. “Nigga, I think you feeling yourself right about now. Back up before I embarrass you.”
“I think you feeling yourself,” Jake persisted. “And if you don’t step the fuck away from the table, there’s going to be a situation.”
Farah, wanting to save Jake from a beat down, interfered. “Jake, please let me handle this alone.”
“Naw, baby girl, this nigga way off beat. It’s time for me to set him straight.”
When he put his finger on Slade’s arm, Slade gripped it and bent it backward. He didn’t stop until he heard the pop of his bones.
“Ahhhh! What the fuck,” he screamed, jumping in place. “You just broke my finger!” His limp finger moved around loosely. “I can’t believe you just broke my finger!”
Slade was about to drop him on his back until Farah said, “Slade, please stop this shit. What is wrong with you? We’re not together, remember?”
“Get your shit and come with me, Farah,” Slade demanded. “Unless you want me to hurt somebody else!” He walked toward the exit without looking back.
Farah hopped up so quickly she knocked over a glass of water. If there was one thing she was certain of, it was that he was capable of everything he said.
On his heels, Slade grabbed Farah by the hand and snatched her out of the restaurant. He forgot all about Shannon until he was ten blocks down the street. Slight guilt covered him, and he texted his brother and told him to pick her up and take her wherever she wanted to go.
He responded with, I’m on it, but you gonna pay for that shit. I don’t trust that chick.
Annoyed even more, Slade threw the phone in his console and drove silently down the street.
“I heard about your cousin,” Farah said softly. “I’m sorry that happened to your family, Slade.”
He looked at her and faced the road again. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He drove in silence for five more minutes before she said, “Can you please talk to me and tell me what’s going on?” She looked over at him. “What was that shit back there?”
“What you mean, what’s going on?” His driving grew erratic. “I should be asking why you out on nightcaps when you still haven’t found that bitch.” Slade couldn’t give a fuck about Eleanor at that moment, but he couldn’t let her know that. The only thing on his mind was Farah Cotton and losing her for good.
“You mean to tell me that all of that back there was because of Eleanor?” Farah was heartbroken.
“Yeah . . . What you think it was about?”
“Pull over, Slade, or I’m jumping out of this bitch.” She tugged on the door handle.
“I’m taking you home. You can do whatever you want once you there.”
“Slade, either pull over or I’m jumping out. I’m not fucking around.”
Calling her bluff, he said, “Then you do what the fuck you gotta do, because I’m not stopping for shit.”
True to her word, she opened the door and rolled out onto the street.
“What the fuck is wrong with this bitch?” he yelled, pulling the car over to the side of the road. His heart pumped wildly and he prayed she was okay. Once outside, he ran to the patch of grass she landed in and looked down at her limp body. “What the fuck is up with you?” He helped her up, checking her over for injuries. “Why would you just do that shit? Huh? You could’ve killed yourself!”
He embraced her in his arms and she lost control. She cried long and hard as she pulled him closer to her body. “Slade, I’m so sorry for my part in everything. I don’t know who you want me to be or what you want me to do, but you gotta stop fucking with my mind! You have to!”
He hugged her tightly and sniffed her hair. It felt so right to be with her, but wrong at the same time. “I can’t play these fucking games with you no more either, baby. I just don’t know what to do. So much shit is going on right now.”
“If you want me and I want you, what’s the problem?” She sobbed. “We’re adults, Slade.” She wiped her tears. “Let’s do this shit and not worry about other people.”
He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. “I’m tired of living for everybody else too, but I gotta know, are you fucking that nigga back there?”
“What? N–no,” she stuttered, leaning against his chest. “It’s not even like that. He’s Coconut’s boyfriend and I was just with them while they were celebrating their anniversary.” Lies rolled off of her tongue so effortlessly she believed them.
“What about the other nigga? Back at the Lofts?” He paused. “I saw the look in his eyes when I called your name. He looked at you like I do. Are you with him?”
“No, baby, he’s just a friend.”
“Does he know that?”
“He should, but if you want, I don’t have a problem telling him.”
“Are you lying to me, Farah? Because you know how much I hate liars.” He gripped her tighter. “I can’t do the secrets no more, Farah. I’m done!” He paused. “If I find out you lying, it’s over for good. I’m putting everything on the line to be with you this time, and I don’t want to find out it ain’t worth it.”
“I promise on everything, there’s nobody I want to be with more than you. I was just waiting for you to realize that you want me too.” She stepped away from him and grabbed his hands. �
��But there’s something I want to share with you. Something you must know about me.”
“What is it?” He looked nervous.
“Let’s make up the right way first.”
As Slade and Farah hugged on the side of the road, Bones remained in his car and observed the scene from a distance. He had been following her since she left Coconut’s house. He always followed her, because it was important to him to know everything about her. He knew there was much more to the relationship with Slade than what she let on, and when the time was right, he would see it brought to an end in the most violent way imaginable.
Slade parted Farah’s pussy lips and ran his tongue into the center of her wetness. She gripped at the sheets to pull away from him, but with both hands, he yanked her back. Making his tongue as stiff as possible, he went in and out of her hole before circling her clit.
“Slade, damn, that shit feels so good.” She pulled his head closer toward her warmth and wiggled her hips. He flicked his tongue back and forth, causing her button to stiffen in his mouth.
Her syrup oozed from between her legs and fell over his lips and then on the bed. He lapped up as much as possible, and Farah was driven wild. “Turn over,” he demanded.
When she flipped over, he spread her ass cheeks and licked from the top of her ass to the opening of her hole. “Oh, my goodness, Slade. What are you doing to me?”
He didn’t respond. He was so in love with this woman that he was gone. His tongue circled in and around her hole until her entire body shivered.
“I love you, Slade, so much.” She moaned.
“Turn over,” he demanded.
Now putty in his hands, she quickly turned over and he looked down at her. His dick was as stiff as a hammer, and he stroked it back and forth before power-driving into her walls. “You my fucking bitch. Let me hear you say it.”
“I’m yours,” she said, feeling every inch of his iron. She clawed at his back and pulled him closer. Now a semi-pro, she worked her hips like a master as she met him thrust for thrust.
He gripped her hair roughly and said, “Tell me you’re my bitch, Farah. Now!”
“I’m your bitch, baby. I’m all yours.”
He pulled out of her wetness and entered her asshole from the front. At first he was slow, but after the third pump, he couldn’t care less how she felt. He hated her for making him choose between her and his family. He hated her for being so secretive, and he hated her for having so much power over him.
“Damn, you feel so good,” he said, pumping her harder. “I fucking love you.”
“I love you more than anything, Slade,” she professed, although she was in major pain. “My body is yours to do whatever you please. I don’t even care.”
Even if she hadn’t said it, he knew it was true. He could tell by how wet she’d gotten. “I’m cumming, baby,” he said. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”
She quickly jumped up and got on her knees. With her mouth wide open, she welcomed him. The glistening of her wet tongue turned him wild. When he was ready, he poured his cream into her mouth and she swallowed every drop.
She was in ecstasy, until there was a heavy knock at the door.
“What are you doing here, Bones?” Farah whispered, looking behind her for Slade. “I’m kind of busy right now.”
“I was worried about you,” he said in a soft tone. “You sounded out of it when I called earlier to tell you we couldn’t meet up.” He scanned over her. “I’m just checking to make sure you’re okay.”
She was shaking so hard it looked like she would explode. Although she didn’t know what was going on with her and Slade, she knew she didn’t want to mess things up with him already. “I’m fine. I just—”
Shit got worse when Vivian walked up behind Bones. “Farah, I have to talk to you about this month’s rent.”
Bones stepped to the side and observed her with scrutinizing eyes.
Farah sighed and looked up to the ceiling. “Are you serious? Don’t you see I got company right now? Plus it’s only the first of the month. I have fourteen days left.”
“First off, the fifteen-day time frame is a grace period,” she said, stepping closer. “It’s not actually when your rent is due. And if I waited on your company to leave, I’d never get to talk to you.” She looked over Bones and rolled her eyes. “I’ll be back later.”
Farah sighed. “I hate that bitch!”
“Is everything cool?” he asked, watching the property manager walk down the hall and enter her room. “You need anything?”
“I’m good, but I really have to go, Bones. I’ll call you later, okay?”
She moved to close the door, and he stopped it by pushing it open. “You deserve better, Farah. And whether you know it or not, I’m gonna be the one to give it to you, not the same nigga you told me dumped you for his family. Think about that while he’s using you for your body.”
Chapter 31
Farah
“Sorry, bitch. That nigga belongs to me.”
After their fuck fest, Farah and Slade decided to grab breakfast. As he drove down the street in his shiny Escalade, she remembered how things used to be, when he drove a broken green Ford Expedition. Although he had more money, to her it didn’t seem like he changed.
When they arrived at Mama’s Kitchen, Slade went inside to order the food. Farah remained in the car and stared at him from the window. He was perfection; the kind of man who turned heads every time he moved. Although he was physically attracted to her, she also loved the little things he did, like how he would break from what he was doing to open doors for elderly women, or how he kept his hands in his pockets, for fear he’d break something. Then there was the way he’d look every so often at the truck and smile. She wondered if he was making sure that she was still there, like she did him.
She was still focusing on the restaurant when her cell vibrated. She removed it from her purse and saw it was a text message from Bones: Thirsty?
Immediately her pussy jumped and her mind wandered. If there was one thing she enjoyed doing with them, it was drinking blood. When she looked at the mirror on the visor, her skin did look a little dry. Maybe it was time. Sure. What time?
I’ll hit you later with the details. Get rid of him first.
Farah threw her phone down and looked around for his truck. The more time she spent with them, the more she was starting to believe that the Fold could’ve been responsible for sending the pictures. If that was the case, she decided to keep them on her good side, no matter what.
Slade was still at the counter when a girl with tight black jeans strutted inside with her hood rat friends. Farah’s skin heated up when the girl walked up to Slade, but a smile spread across her face when he pointed at his truck, indicating he was taken. Farah threw the “fuck you” finger up in the air. “Sorry, bitch. That nigga belongs to me.”
The girl shook her head and walked to another counter.
Farah thought about their plans for later. First they would enjoy their food; then they would go back to his new apartment and fuck all day. When they were done, they would eat some more and fuck again. Her daydreams were sweet, until she saw the one person who could change everything: Eleanor McClendon. She blinked twice, not believing her eyes. If Slade saw her, it would be a wrap, and there was no way she could let that happen.
She looked at the restaurant and saw that Slade seemed to be occupied with the cashier. Slowly she pushed the door open and eased out of the truck. She was so worried that Eleanor would get away that she didn’t close the door. She moved as quietly as a cat on the pursuit to kill her.
She was five steps away from Eleanor when Slade walked out with the food in his hand. When he saw who Farah was chasing, he dropped the bag and screamed, “Eleanor! Wait!”
Eleanor looked behind her and saw them coming at her full speed ahead. She ran with the speed of an Olympic track star.
Why the fuck did this bitch come back in town? Why didn’t she stay away? Although Farah questioned her
reason for returning, she knew none of it mattered. At the end of the day, Eleanor possessed some information that Farah didn’t want Slade to have.
Slade and Farah zipped in and around cars trying to catch her. Since Farah was closer, Slade yelled, “Don’t let her go, babe! Stay on that bitch!”
Chapter 32
Present Day
Mooney
Cutie’s mouth hung open as Mooney placed the clothes in the dryer. “Well?” She stepped so close to Mooney that their arms were touching. “I’m waiting.”
“Give me a second,” Mooney said, throwing rags into the dryer. “And back off. You see me over here working.”
She hopped back on the dryer. “Don’t do me like this again, Mooney. You always start the story, make it good, and then leave me hanging. That’s why a part of me don’t even want to hear it.”
“What you talking about, girl?” She thought it was hilarious that Cutie was so much into a story that didn’t involve her. “Calm down before you pass out somewhere.”
“Mooney, please stop playing!” She hopped down again and helped her put the rest of her rags in the dryer. When she was done, she closed the door. “Did Farah catch Eleanor? Or did Slade get her? Because it’s too close now for her to get away. I been waiting for this moment for the longest!”
“You would want to know, wouldn’t you?” She shook her head. “Just be patient, Cutie. You’ll find out everything you want to know.”
“Mooney!” She stomped her foot. “You are the worst storyteller ever! I can’t wait to find out something you want to know because I’m never gonna tell you. Watch!”
Mooney laughed. “Okay, okay. Walk with me upstairs and I’ll tell you the rest.”
Cutie was irritated, but knew she had to be patient. Once they made it to the apartment, Cutie sat on the sofa and waited quietly for five minutes.
Mooney felt she made her wait long enough. “Well, as you know, Farah knew she had to get a hold of that woman before Slade did. Remember, the last time Farah was over Eleanor’s place, Slade was with her. But Eleanor already told Slade everything she knew about his brother. And if she had his phone, she would’ve definitely given it to him. So, of course, it was crucial that Farah kill her.”
