Chapter 1 #4
“Sorry Mel, h—” I raise a hand, cutting Lionel off, not even wanting to be bothered. I just roll my eyes at the man named Stone because know his type. He’s the type of dude that will make you fall in love and fuck you over, and in my opinion, he’s not worth a damn.
Anyway… I walk inside, taking off my YSL heels and make my way down the corridor where I hear a bunch of girls laughing. When I enter, I see the sparsely decorated but clean house. Along with the girl Dett I met outside, there are four other girls, and every single one of them is so damn pretty.
“You can sit right here,” Dett says, grabbing a chair and pulling it from the table, setting down a bunch of old haircare stuff.
“Who’s that, Dett?” A pretty brown-skinned girl on her phone asks.
“Oh, this somebody Lonnie brought over for me to do her hair. Fefe, can you go to my room and get me that box of wigs?” She tells the one who just asked who I was as she snatches my wig off and throws it in the trash.
“I’ll burn this for you,” she sneers at my wig, and I would have burst out laughing had I not been so ashamed.
“Yeah, I got you.” The girl leaves and then comes back, and Dett starts going through the box of wigs before she pulls out a new pack.
“You like bobs?”
“I… I do.”
“Bet.” She opens the pack before she starts bleaching the knots, and then comes over and begins braiding me down.
Even though she’s not talking to me and she seems rough around the edges, oddly, I feel comfortable, and I’m pleasantly surprised when I see she’s gentle with her hands as she works her magic.
I just sit back listening to their conversations, being extra nosy.
“Girl, look out the window! Stone is out there!” the pretty light-skinned mixed girl bites her lip, pointing, making the one who was lounging on the couch while reading a book perk up next to the other girl who’s rocking a baby, looking through what looks like a home décor magazine.
“Kimberly, stop being so damn thirsty all the time. Everybody know Stone ass a hoe,” Dett snorts, and the girl Fefe chuckles.
“Not one lie there, Dett.”
“So? Just because he’s a hoe I can’t like him? Besides, I bet I can change him.” Kimberly licks her lips, and Fefe, who’s still on her phone, rolls her eyes.
“Girl, please you and every other bitch on the block think they can change that nigga,” Fefe curls her lip like she smells something stank.
“Exactly. Besides, if anything, I think Reighn is cuter than him,” Dett says behind me, and they all go still looking at her, and she pauses. “What?”
“Reighn? Stone’s brother? As is the mother fucker who be deleting niggas like he Microsoft? Nah, I’m good on that.”
“What’s wrong with that? I like me a bad boy,” Dett laughs, and they all shudder.
“Reighn fine as hell, but that nigga look like he’ll murder whoever the fuck he’s dating. Even I’m scared of him.” Kimberly shakes her head and looks out the window. “I think I’ll stick to Stone fine ass. He’s a thug, but the right kinda thug.”
“Bitch, you trippin’,” Fefe laughs. “Is there even such a thing as a right kinda thug?” She set her phone down and looks at Kimberly.
“Hell yeah there is. The perfect thug is a nigga that ain’t stingy with his money and wine and dine you.
He only nice to you and mean to everyone else.
A nigga that don’t play bout his woman and can fuck like he hate and love you all at the same time.
A mother fucker who’s straight up possessive and obsessive,” Kimberly moans, and Dett huffs.
“Bitch, and you think that’s Stone?” Dett scoffs and Kimberly shakes her head.
“No, but I can make him that.”
“In your fucking dreams, yeah,” Fefe snorts and turns to the girl who was listening in and holding a book. “What you think, Shanell? Tell me you got some common sense, unlike these heffas,” Fefe pleads, and Shanell sits up and bites her lip, shrugging.
“I… I think Stone is kinda cute.” She smirks, and Fefe groans, falling back. Kimberly cheers, going over to Shanell, hugging her.
“I knew yo ass wasn’t only into books, Nell!” Kimberly pulls Nell up and yanks her from the couch, making the girl rocking the baby finally looks up and mean mugs Kimberly.
“Damn, Kim, can you be any louder? My brother’s sleep,” she spits.
“What the hell, Aspen? Why’d you even come over with Junior slow ass anyway? You knew we were chilling tonight.” Kimberly mean mugs her back, and Aspen flinches and looks over to Dett, making her sigh.
“Kim, you gon’ have to get the fuck up out my house if you keep talking to Penny or Junior like to that.”
“I was just saying.”
“Well, say that shit somewhere or… nah, as a matter of fact, don’t say it at all or you’ll have to deal with me.” Dett stops doing my hair and walks over to Kimberly like she’s ready to fight, but she backs up and steps behind Nell, who holds up her hands.
“Chill, Dett. Kim, apologize. What the hell is wrong with you?.” Nell glares at her.
“Ugh, whatever. Sorry.” She rolls her eyes and Penny shakes her head, going back to her magazine.
“Say that stupid shit again. I’ll beat’cho mother fucking ass,” Dett grits her teeth, coming back over to my head like she never stopped.
“Whatever. Anyway Nell, come on. Let’s go talk to Stone.”
“Wh-what?! N-now? No! I…”
“Girl, stop trippin’! I’m the one who’s going to be shooting my shot, not you. I just don’t want to go out there by myself,” Kimberly tells her and, it’s clear that Nell is uncomfortable, but she still follows her.
“Well, while y’all keep fucking around with the same nigga that only wanna put a baby in you and dip, I’ma get to talking to my billionaire white boyfriend who’s going to be moving me to Beverly Hills soon!” Fefe grins and Dett snots.
“Girl, please. White niggas cheat, too.”
“Dett, don’t start with me. Check Andre cheating ass before you get on my nigga ass,” she scowls, and Dett grabs a comb and chucks it at Fefe, making her laugh as she goes back to texting, and they keep up the conversation while Dett starts the process of gluing down my HD lace.
By the time she’s done, I’m laughing and chuckling with them, fully embroiled in their shenanigans to the point I’m surprised when she’s done and hands me a broken hand mirror.
When I say my jaw hits the floor, I mean that because she really does get me all the way right! I look like a completely different person. I even look younger!
“So what do you think?” she asks, hand on her hip looking cocky as hell. And as she should be.
“I think I’ma need you to be available in a month,” I tell her before I pull out fifteen hundred that Sye gave me yesterday to get my nails and feet done.
“Shiiii, and I think for you, I’m always open.” She stuffs it in her bra, giving me a pointed look.
“Thank you, I’ll see you in a month then.” I wave, and Lionel hurries and ushers me out, going to the car, opening the door. When I get in, I pull out a couple of hundreds and slide ’em his way.
“Thanks, Mel.” He grins, takes it, and drives off.
“No problem.” I let him know and pull out my phone, expecting to see more messages from Sye, but I’m surprised when I see none.
Still no messages. That’s weird. Sye texts me five times an hour if not more. Maybe he just had a really busy day? Whatever. This way I can surprise him!
I check the time and see it’s only about four in the afternoon. Perfect!
“Hey Lionel, stop by Paula’s Boutique for me. I want to change.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He busts that left quickly, taking me to the shop where I change into an all-black lace lingerie set and a fur coat before heading back to the car and making my way home.
I’m so giddy and on God, my pussy tingles at the thought of Sye seeing me. I just know my man is going to enjoy unwrapping this present.
As soon as the car stops, I don’t even wait for Lionel to open the door. I just hurry to the elevator and do a lil shimmy dance all the way to the top, but when I expected to hear the familiar ding as I get to the top floor, I instead there’s a loud ass
KRRSSHH!
What the hell was that?!
My heart hits my throat, and as soon as the elevator opens, I rush in, panicking, thinking somebody is robbing us or Sye fell, but bitch, when I get to the living room, I freeze, shaken as fuck.
No… no, no, no. What the fuck am I seeing?!
It’s Sye… but he’s not alone… hold the hell up… am I seeing things? I rub my eyes and shake my head to clear it, but no matter how many times I do it, I’m still seeing not fucking double, but…
There are three Syes in a bloody brawl. But what fucks my head up the most is that the Sye’s… all three of these mother fuckers dog ears and fucking tails!
NO FOR REAL WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! I want to ask, but the way these mother fuckers are throwing punches and snapping their teeth, biting and gnawing and scratching at one another, causing blood to splatter across my brand new white rug, I can hardly get a fucking word in.
One of them has the other pinned, punching with a raw, animalistic violence that makes my stomach flip. While the other laughs manically and does some type of wrestling move that Stone Cold would be proud of.
“SYE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” I shout, my voice cracking, though I’m at least thankful that they stop.
But all that thankful shit flies out the window when three identical, muscular, bloody-faced men turn to me with glowing blood-red eyes that literally are fucking emitting a smoldering light like fire!
“Melanie?!” they growl, looking at me in pure shock and horror, but their tails… their fucking tails start swishing like a dog who’s happy to see their owner. I rub my eyes and scratch the back of my head, all the way confused. Am I hallucinating?
“WH-WHAT THE… WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!” I whisper, not even having the energy to scream.
On God, I got to be seeing shit, but when I stagger back tripping over my feet, and they all rush toward me at once, steadying me, I jolt with the reality that there really are three Syes!
“Baby, be careful!” one of them whimpers, their ears going back and their tails tucked between their legs.
“My love, sit,” another says
“Sweetheart, don’t hurt yourself, please.” The other frowns, holding me tight.
But the sound of hearing all of them speak different things at once is jarring, but the way my body thumps has me shuddering with a desire I didn’t even know I had.
My heart is pounding so fucking loud I feel like at any moment I’ll go into cardiac arrest.
“Your hair looks amazing, Mama!” They call out in unison, and I just stare at them, a-fucking-ghast because…
“Nigga, I ain’t worried about that shit right now!
What the fuck is going on?” I croak but when no one says anything I grit my teeth and click my tongue making them all flinch, glancing at one another.
“I will walk out this mother fucker so fa—” Before I can say another word, one steps forward and looks me dead in the eye.
“Melanie... I know it’s three years too late, but let us introduce ourselves. I’m Slater,” he says, his voice deep and commanding.
“I’m Yamir,” the second one says, a bit smoother.
“And I’m Enzo,” the third one adds, the one with that nasty glint in his eye I recognize all too well, and my knees nearly give out when, together, they say…
“And we’re Sye.”