“Yeah, she’s sure,” I cut in, starting to get annoyed.
He mugged me one last time before walking toward the house next door. Farrah didn’t speak until he’d walked inside.
“Why are you here?” she snapped, storming down the driveway toward me.
I just looked at her, checking her out. She’d changed into a t-shirt and yoga pants and pulled her hair up into a lopsided ponytail. She was still cute, even if she wasn’t my type. The scent of warm cocoa wafted from her skin, and it smelled good, even though we were nowhere close to winter.
She sucked her teeth. “So, you just came to stare at me?”
I shrugged. She looked okay to me, so I had no need to waste any words or more of my time. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out quickly, in case it was one of my guys with some info. When I saw Samaria’s number, I silenced the call. Farrah sighed loudly, and I shot her a glance.
“Go ahead. I know your little hoes are waiting.”
I didn’t bother to deny it. “Yeah. And they’ll keep waiting til I’m done.”
She shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.”
I chuckled. “Nah, shorty. You should always believe me.”
“Mekhi, why—” she began, her beautiful face twisted into a scowl.
It was time for me to go. I didn’t do the explaining myself thing.
“Stay out the hood, Farrah. You don’t belong there,” I told her, turning to walk off.
“You don’t tell me what to do, Mekhi.”
I chuckled. “That’s a lie.”
I jogged to my car and pulled off.
Takinga deep pull off the blunt I held tightly between my lips, I stared at the manRamón, standing across from me. He looked uncomfortable and I smiled inside.Good. That’s just how I wanted him. To make the shit worse, I exhaled suddenly, letting the cloud of smoke hit him right in his face. He didn’t smoke, didn’t even particularly care for the smell of weed, so I knew it annoyed him. He stayed quiet, not quite able to hide his frown, though.
“Ya little niggas did a good job,” I said finally.
He nodded once. “They always do.”
I shrugged. That remained to be seen.
“I guess I shouldn’t give ‘em too much credit since their job was to miss them niggas. I wonder how good they would’ve done if I wanted them dead.”
He tensed for a minute, and I smirked at him. Nigga owed me, but he wasn’t too happy for how I demanded payback. Threatening Mekhi Venzant was not something he’d done willingly. Shit pissed me off. This whole damn city walked like they were on eggshells around that nigga, like he was God and couldn’t be touched.
I was here to make sure he definitely got touched.
I turned my back to him, toking on the blunt yet again, my mind busy as I looked out the wall of windows. Yeah, I could’ve probably had Mekhi and his right hand killed today, but that shit would’ve been no fun. I wanted this nigga to know that someone was coming for him. I wanted to hit him in all the places it hurt most. And then, I wanted him to know why I came for him. My plans would take time, and I was going to enjoy every minute.
I turned around and was surprised to see my “guest” was still standing there.
“You got something else for me?”
He nodded slowly. “You said you wanted to know how to get to this nigga. He has a sister?—”
“I know. She’s out of the country with their mama. As soon as she touches down, I’ll be making her acquaintance.” I interrupted.
“There’s another girl. Might be nothing...”
I shook my head, refusing to let him dismiss this. If there was any chance?—
