Chapter 7 Relic
Relic knew Kennedy would force him hate her ass but hadn’t known when or how she’d do it.
His initial thought was that she’d rob his safe inside her salon and run off like a thief in the night.
She’d done one out of two. The second thought that’d come to mind was she’d build the courage to off his ass in his sleep, which was why he’d been awake when she’d stolen his car.
Relic would’ve respected either option more than her resorting to running to her ex-nigga out of fucking spite.
Kennedy was a lot of things, but he’d hoped dumb like the last two bitches he’d gotten wrapped up in wasn’t one of them.
“So, that’s what you were doing while I was blowing up your fucking phone about my folks?” he sneered with utter repugnance dripping from each word. “Entertaining the same nigga who fucked yo head up.”
“First of all, don’t speak on me and Ezekiel’s situation like you know about it because you don’t.”
“Me and Ezekiel,” he reiterated, leaning back with a dry chuckle. “So, it’s you and him now.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.
Look, we just had a decent breakfast with my parents, and I know you’re on edge about what happened at your restaurant.
I don’t want to argue. Sonny took me out for drinks, and it just happened to be at his brother and Zeke’s lounge.
Zeke popped up there, we talked, and that was it. ”
“Did you not know it was their lounge before he took you? Were you unaware the brother of the men Koda was closest with would take you a spot they owned? If you say no to either of those, I’ll let the shit go.”
Relic was met with silence as Kennedy nibbled on her bottom lip and squirmed under his intense glare.
He gave her the benefit of the doubt to disprove his claim—waited for her to convince him that she hadn’t come home to run to her first love like he figured she would from the fucking start for whatever reasons she’d concocted in her head out of hurt.
The guilt permeating from her sent Relic springing out of his seat.
“I let you play with me today. You won’t get another chance to do it again.”
“Nobody is playing, Relic! You knew I’d see him and made it clear you did, so what the fuck?!”
“I made it clear that I knew how bitches moved, but I thought you had the sense to know better! You knew from the moment you met me that I wasn’t shit, Kennedy, but I expected more from you! That was my fault for not seeing you’re a hoe just like the rest of them.”
His shot landed right where he wanted it to, knocking the wind out of Kennedy before she jutted a finger toward the front of the house.
“Get the fuck out, Relic. Now.”
“Make me,” he retorted. “Put me out this muthafucka if you want me gone, Kennedy. Bring yo ass over here and put yo hands on me, so I can do what I should’ve done the first time. You didn’t deserve to be spared.”
“And you don’t deserve shit but what you got coming to you, nigga! You don’t deserve me and damn sure didn’t deserve to meet my parents. I wish I had never listened to my mom and let you in.”
“And I wish the same because then I never would’ve been at this table, letting you paint me as a nigga I ain’t!
I went out of my way for you!” he raged, swiping dishes off the table with a single hand.
He picked up the mug he had used and launched it into the wall.
“I let your parents pick me apart and took that shit when yo ex ain’t even think yo ass was worth that!
” Relic kicked over the chair in a blind anger that rattled his core while he bellowed, “I was going out of my fucking mind, while you were here showing me why Joseph put this hatred in my goddamn head to begin with! Why the fuck would you prove him right, Kennedy, huh? Why would you give me a reason to listen to him?!”
Relic gripped his head like the demons he had hidden inside were trying to break loose and cause the worst kind of havoc.
Kennedy, unsure of whether he planned to hurt her or himself, took a step back to watch him unravel in a manner that siphoned the anger out of her and replaced it with genuine concern.
She was convinced that dissociative disorder was only a steppingstone to the issues he carried after watching him pace, like he had done in his driveway, before abruptly stopping as though he had run out of gas.
Her eyes shot wide when he pivoted to exit the kitchen as if their argument had never transpired.
“Relic!”
Her feet were moving before her mind could register her actions as she chased after him like she’d swore to her dad she wouldn’t.
With her luck, her ankles would detach along the way for fucking lying.
She caught up to him just as he opened the door and swerved around him to stick an arm out, blocking his path.
Relic was too riled up—too out of his body to get on the road and safely make it home.
“You’re not leaving. You need to sleep whatever the hell is going on with you off. I can’t let you out the house like this.”
“If you don’t move that fucking arm, I’ll snatch it out of its socket,” he threatened, shoving her aside before she scurried right back in his way and outstretched both arms like she was with whatever he was on.
“Do it then, nigga! I’m so fucking tired of you spitting out threats like I’m afraid of you.
Bust a move! If yo dad is in your head, telling you to hurt me, do it!
Please, give me a reason to leave your ass alone for good.
Give me a damn reason to introduce you to who’s in my head.
A bitch who will grab my dad’s gun or a knife out of the kitchen to gut you fifty ways to Sunday.
You ain’t the only crazy person on this earth, Relic.
Try me! Push me there, so I can be the first bitch to show you something like I warned you. ”
She stepped forward, putting them toe to toe, chest to chest while her eyes dared him to do it.
Instead of calling her bluff, Relic clenched and unballed his fingers while his shoulders rolled to ease the growing strain in his muscles.
A sharp pain shot through his temples and the backs of his eyes, making him wince before he pinched his nose bridge with a sharp intake of air.
Kennedy smacked her lips and then turned to slam and lock the front door.
“Look at you, a fucking wreck! Like I said, you’re not leaving, so take your ass upstairs,” she fussed, pointing to the second floor. “Go, Relic! My mom will be pissed if I let your manic episode having ass behind a wheel like this.”
“I don’t need you or your momma to take care of me. This ain’t shit new, and you don’t give a fuck. I deserve it and whatever else I got coming, right?”
“You sure do. Now, save that victim mentality, woe is me shit for a hoe who cares. I’ll show you where to go.”
She bumped past him and headed upstairs, and after a fleeting moment of hesitation, he tailed her while glaring at her ass peeking from the bottom of her dress.
The visual put a heat behind Relic’s ribs that he hadn’t endured since dragging Jessica out of a car after catching her with a dude she’d met at her church while they were dating.
He rolled his jaw, and his left eye jumped in reminder of bad omens nearing, as he closed in on Kennedy once she reached the top of the stairs.
She pushed open the first door on the left and spun around, colliding into his chest since he was on her heels.
“Why the hell are you so close to me? Back up!”
“Turn around.” He dodged her assertion to give her a directive that sent her brow shooting up.
“What?”
“Turn around and bend over the bed, Kennedy.”
“You gotta be fucking joking. The way you just talked to me like I wasn’t shit! If you think I’m about to let—what the hell?!” she shrilled when he gripped her arm, pinned it behind her back, and spun her to slam her face first on the full-sized bed, disrupting her rant.
Kennedy lifted on her tiptoes and gasped as he put a hand between her thighs, sliding aside her panties to drive two fingers inside her pussy without warning. She winced and tried to lift, but he bent her arm further to lock her in position.
“If I can see your ass,” he grumbled, laying his weight on her back before angling to face her as his fingers glided in and out of her.
“If I can finger you without lifting your damn dress, that means the shit is too tiny, Kennedy. You really put this on for another nigga? Why the fuck do you like testing me?”
“Relic, get the hell off me, now, or I swear—”
“Or what?” he challenged, pumping his fingers faster as she grew wet but fought it by pushing his leg with her free hand.
“You must’ve wanted yo ex to fuck you. I ain’t hit yo spot enough?
Did I not get deep in yo muthafuckin’ guts enough, Kennedy?
How many times you need me to nut in you before it’s mine?
On me, if you gave that nigga some pussy. ..”
Red obscured his vision before he removed his fingers out of her to shove down his sweatpants and boxers.
“Relic, get off me! You can’t even sniff this pussy after the bullshit you just pulled, and you fucked Aura!
Trifling ass probably ain’t washed her off your dick yet!
” Kennedy pushed back against him, trying to break loose to no avail.
The head of his dick rubbed between her sleek lips before circling her clit, and she tried not to give in as she fussed, “Did you even strap up with that bitch, Relic?”
“What bitch I’m fucking besides you, huh?” His eyes grew cold before he pressed, “What nigga are you fucking besides me?”
He sank his teeth in her lip and thrusted inside of her, avoiding her reply to the question burning him up inside.