“That breath is deadly, shorty,” I teased her.
“Fuck you, Mekhi,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.
“No more nightmares?”
She shook her head. “Nah.”
“Good. You can go back to the other room now.”
The warmth in her brown eyes immediately disappeared, and she stared at me icily.
“I swear you have no home training,” she snapped, rolling out of bed and yanking on the hem of her sleep shirt.
But not before I got another look at that juicy pussy. I almost pulled her thick ass back in the bed.Business first, I reminded myself. I expected her to storm out the door, but she surprised me by walking around the bed.
“What you doing?” I asked.
I watched as her skin reddened and she ignored me. That shit was unacceptable.
“Farrah—”
“I’m looking for my panties, okay?” she said sharply.
I smirked at her. “As soon as I find them, I’ll return them. You can go.”
“Mekhi—”
“Bye, Farrah.”
She huffed and stomped out the door. For a minute, I almost felt bad, but I didn’t need her getting the wrong idea. Farrah already barely listened to me. If she thought I had a soft spot for her—which I didn’t, I reassured myself—I wouldn’t be able to tell her a damned thing.
I showered and dressed quickly, ready to hear what Seth had to say. Jarell was already stationed outside, ready to watch over Farrah since she didn’t have her internship today. Fifty minutes after Seth’s call, I was pulling up to the old factory. He met me at the front door, his usual smile in place, but a little bit dimmer.
“I thought you were going to miss out on all the fun,” he said as I followed him into the dusty building. “Farrah got you busy?”
I frowned. “Why you say that?”
“Fucking with you, but I see you didn’t deny it.”
For a minute, I thought about how busy she had had me, and what we might be doing this morning if he hadn’t called. But, nah. I wasn’t going there with Farrah.
“What’s up, Seth?” I asked, not even being subtle about changing the subject.
Catching the hint, he immediately went all business.
“Little nigga named City bragged to the wrong person about knowing who was in that Impala. Luca heard it and he and Cardo snatched the nigga up. At first, he said he was just talking. They got in that nigga’s ass, and he finally admitted that his cousin was one of the shooters.”
I frowned. “Who is his cousin?”
“That’s the fucked-up part. Jarmon Hill. That nigga works for?—”
“RamónBlack. The fuck is up with that? We ain’t got no problems with that nigga.”
Black washed money and made under-the-table loans from his spot on the Westside. I’d had business with him before when I needed to clean cash, but that was as far as it went. Or, at least, that was what I thought.
“Shit. We do now,” Seth said.
“They get Jarmon?”
