“I’on give a fuck what you want, Farrah. Tell me.”
I looked away from him, and he grabbed my chin. I fought as he turned my face back to him, but my strength didn’t match his.
“Tell me,” he demanded again.
Glaring at him, I was quiet for a little bit longer. But his eyes wouldn’t leave me and his grasp on my chin never stopped.
“Trell was here,” I finally mumbled reluctantly.
Mekhi’s eyes narrowed. “Where did he go?”
I pointed at the side door, then watched as they rushed out. Of course, it was too late to catch that bastard and Mekhi stormed back, his expression dark.
“You should’ve told me that as soon as I?—”
“You should’ve been here!” I cut him off.
I knew I had revealed too much the moment I said the words. Yeah, that was a lot of my problem. I appreciated Steel and Jarell and the rest of Mekhi’s team. But Mekhi was the one I trusted most. He was the one I wanted looking out for me. No one else seemed fully capable of doing it.
“Farrah—”
I looked down, embarrassed. He was quiet for a minute longer, but then I heard him talking to someone else, directing them to get the wallet to Tex and see if anyone had seen Trell and his crew leave. I didn’t want to say anything else, but I knew I had something else I needed to tell. I touched Mekhi’s arm. He stopped talking mid-sentence to look down at me.
“He… he… umm…”
Unable to form the words, I unlocked my phone and opened my text messages before handing it to Mekhi. I watched his face tighten as he read the words.
“So, that nigga was watching us the whole time?”
“Why you surprised? You suspected he might be. You got him to come out?—”
“I wanted him to come face me, Farrah. I wasn’t trying to put you in danger.”
“Yeah, well…” I rolled my eyes as my voice trailed off.
Seth walked up then, and Mekhi’s attention shifted to him. “I need to see everybody in the morning. Every fucking body.”
Seth nodded. “I’ll get that shit together.”
They talked for a few minutes more. Ten minutes later, we were in Mekhi’s car, pulling off. The ride to his house seemed longer than it really was, no doubt because I refused to answer the couple of questions that he asked me. I didn’t feel like talking. I was tired of all the bullshit. When he pulled into the garage, I slammed out of the car before he could try to open my door. I had to wait for him to let me in, but I brushed past him and went to the room I was staying in. I showered and got ready for bed before realizing I was thirsty. Creeping down the stairs, I looked around for him.
Good, I thought once I made it to the kitchen. I didn’t want to see his ass. Not bothering to turn the light on, I walked toward the refrigerator and swung it open. I grabbed a bottle of water and closed the door again, then nearly screamed when I saw Mekhi standing on the other side of it.
“Scary ass,” he said.
“Fuck you, Mekhi.”
His face darkened. “Watch your mouth, shorty.”
I sucked my teeth. “Why? You got this crazy ass nigga in my life and I?—”
“First, that nigga got himself in ya’ life,” he interrupted me.
“I don’t want to hear that!” I said, taking my water and heading to the stairs in the living room.
He surprised me by following me all the way to the guest room. I tried to close the door on him, but he pushed it open easily.
“Farrah, you?—”
