How the Ice Grew #3
Travis wasn’t buying it. “Baby girl, you’re not making sense, and it’s starting to piss me the fuck off.
You’re telling me that you never gave into any of that fuck nigga’s advances, and you didn’t tell my daughter?
On top of that, this nigga calls you, tells you where he’s at, and expects you to meet him? When did he call you?”
She wished he hadn’t asked her when. “He . . . he called me the day it all happened and told me where he was going. I heard from him again about an hour ago.”
Fire rose in Marla’s chest. There was no way she could let that fire stay there. It would hurt too much.
Smack!
She rushed over to Shana and transferred the fire from her chest to her hand then to Shana’s cheek.
“Bitch, you came in here the day this happened and didn’t say shit to us about that nigga calling you, knowing we were looking for him!
It’s been over a week, and you’re just now saying some shit, but you want us to believe y’all not fuckin’! ”
Shana’s hand covered her cheek that indeed was on fire.
Fire successfully transferred. Her tears were plentiful, and her fear was real.
“I was scared because I felt like this was all my fault.” She jumped at the bass in Travis’s voice when he demanded that she tell him how.
“Um, when Blakeney told me that she was pregnant, I told Cory now that he was having a baby with her, I would never be with him.”
“So that tells me your ass thought about the fuckin’ proposition.
If my daughter wasn’t pregnant, then you would have fucked her nigga!
” Travis roared. When Shana tried to deny it, he held his hand up.
“That wasn’t a fuckin’ question. What did that nigga say when he called you to make you think this was your fault?
Because I know you didn’t come up with that yourself. ”
Shana tried to stop her tears, but it was impossible at that point.
When Cory first approached her, it wasn’t bold.
He was extremely flirtatious, but she waved it off because he was drunk.
As time when on, he became bolder. He would tell her that he really wanted her when they first met, but she was on his homeboy.
Blakeney was gorgeous. That went without saying, but Cory preferred darker skinned women.
Yes, Blakeney was gorgeous, but he liked what he liked.
Cory was careful to not flirt with Shana while they were in the presence of his woman, but he did slick shit.
He knew that Shana wouldn’t say anything, because if she was, she would have from the beginning.
There were times he would discretely smack her ass.
She would tell him to stop, but there were way too many flirtatious giggles in the request for her to be taken seriously.
She knew she should have said something from the beginning. The horrible reality was that she liked the attention. In her mind, as long as she didn’t fuck him, she hadn’t done anything wrong. Blakeney knew that she was a flirtatious person.
Shana’s relationship with her man, Cory’s homeboy, left much to be desired.
Tron cheated on her without remorse. He often told her that if she wanted to leave she could, but she never did.
As beautiful as Shana was, there was deeply rooted self-hatred that was placed in her by her mother.
A boyfriend that didn’t give a fuck about her and a man that gave her attention was the catalyst to where they were today.
She may have never fucked him. What she did was worse . . . She gave him hope.
Shana’s head dropped. With her eyes closed, she told them what he said. “He told me that now that there was no more baby, we could be together. He said he did it for us.”
Smack! Marla delivered another slap to her face. “Let me tell you something. You’re going to tell us where that nigga is at. You’re also going to meet with him, and we will be there. Do you fuckin’ understand me?”
Shana nodded. She glanced at her watch. “Yes, ma’am. I’m supposed to meet him in an hour.”
Travis stepped in front of her. His voice was calm, his tone was even, and his demeanor was demonic.
“Shana darling, after we get Cory, I’m going to allow you to go home, pack your shit, and get the fuck out of the city.
You have forty-eight hours. If I, my wife, or anyone from my team sees you in the city after that time, the order will be to kill you. ”
Her eyes bulged, and her head bucked back. She didn’t think she had done anything so wrong that it called for death. “I don’t want to lose y’all. I’m so sorry. I love y’all. She’s my best friend, my sister.”
Smack! Marla struck again. “Bitch, don’t you dare.
If you love us so much, and my baby was so much your sister, then you would have told her the first time that nigga said a side word to your ass.
Nah, you liked his ass flirting and wanting you.
That’s that fuckin’ Jezebel spirit in your lil ass.
Now get the hell on so you can meet that boy. ”
Plot Purchased and Ready . . .
The stage had been set, and everyone was in place.
Travis had transformed into Grimm and everyone knew that was the worst thing that could happen.
If that wasn’t bad enough, Lo’ak decided that he would tag along.
There was no way someone on his team could commit a violation of this magnitude and it not be addressed by him.
In his mind, fuck niggas had to be exterminated.
Shana was scared. She wasn’t scared about her interaction with Cory. She was scared of Travis, Lo’ak, and everyone else. She had never seen people come together so quickly.
They all met at Travis’s massive home. In his living room with about twenty men present, he did exactly what he said he would.
She wasn’t sure if the men worked for him or not, but he told them that she had forty-eight hours to get out of town or it was death.
If that wasn’t scary enough, Lo’ak told his team to stand on the same order.
Everyone looked at her like she had killed someone.
According to them, she had. She helped kill an innocent child.