Chapter 6
Faheem Banks
“Pleaseee… Faheem.” Meko looked at me desperately, blood leaking out of the gash on his forehead.
I underestimated how hard this fucking cast was.
When I bashed the nigga in the head, I didn’t think it would have split his shit open the way it did.
My cast did more damage than when I hit him with my pistol.
“Big Frank, let me explain,” Meko’s bitch ass begged while he crawled over to Big Frank, groveling at his feet.
I started to warn the nigga if it was one thing Big Frank hated was a nigga begging for his life.
The way Big Frank thought, a man shouldn’t ever beg for shit, not even his life.
He didn’t respect niggas who cried. Crying was for bitches, and if Big Frank saw a nigga as a bitch, it was all bad for them.
Meko thought me bashing him in the face with my Beretta was bad, he better be prepared for what Big Frank was finna do.
I didn’t even flinch when Big Frank kicked the shit out of Meko.
“The only time I like to hear beggin’ is from my wife when she wants some dick,” Big Frank said as he bent over picking Meko up by the collar of his shirt.
“I ain’t tryna hear that nasty shit.” I frowned at Big Frank, and he gave me the exact same frown back.
While still holding Meko by his collar, Big Frank stood up to his full height. He was about an inch or two taller than me. Frankee took after Big Frank while I took after our mom’s side of the family. The main thing I got from Big Frank was my height.
“Nigga, how the fuck you think you got here? You better be thanking God I decided to nut in ya mammy that night instead of spilling my seed on her face like she likes. Or ya black ass wouldn’t exist.”
I also got my slick mouth from Big Frank too.
Toi, my mama, was a sweetheart unless you pissed her off.
She loved all of us unconditionally. She was the only one that could make Big Frank see reason sometimes.
Toi never had to raise her voice at him either.
He just did what she said, no questions asked.
Without a doubt, Big Frank loved my mama whole heartily.
She was his achilles heel, and he made sure to always keep her protected.
Her and Frankee both were the apples of his eyes.
I ain’t gon’ lie, I loved the respect he showed my mom.
It gave me another side of my dad to respect.
With all that being said, I didn’t want to think about my parents fucking or anything they did in the bedroom for that matter.
“Alright, you got it,” I said, shaking my head at Big Frank. It wasn’t no point in arguing with the nigga; he was gon’ win regardless.
“That’s what I thought. Now, back to this bitch ass nigga.” Big Frank looked at Meko as he came in and out of consciousness.
Personally, I didn’t see the purpose of me being here.
This nigga Meko ain’t even do shit that I cared to be involved with.
Apparently, Meko had been scamming a few of Big Frank’s escorts outta money.
How? I had no clue. Helping bitches sell pussy had never been my thing.
That was the only aspect of Big Frank’s empire that I didn’t fuck with, even though that shit was lucrative as fuck.
He was bringing in half a million a month off them hos.
I just didn’t have the patience to deal with a bunch of bitches at once.
I be ready to kill all their asses the first time they called me over some petty bullshit.
Which they did all the time to Big Frank.
I was good on that. Big Frank had this nigga named Gee helping run that shit, so his bitch ass should have been here.
I wasn’t even mad about being here because technically, I never left my house on the compound.
Big Frank had Meko meet him out here thinking he was going to pay him back.
The way Big Frank moved, he always thought ahead not knowing what to expect from anyone.
Just in case Meko did pay, he didn’t want to take him to the dungeon.
But Big Frank wanted to be able to handle the nigga if shit went left without worrying about being caught.
Meko showing up empty handed meant shit was going left.
Since my house was the only one finished out here, Big Frank brought him to my house, interrupting what the fuck I had going on with Juniper’s fine ass.
Being here annoyed the fuck outta me. Helping my dad was cutting my time short with Juniper.
I almost had her ass primed and ready to go.
I could tell she was close to giving me that pussy.
I saw those looks and shit she tried to hide from a nigga.
I probably would have been knee deep in Juniper’s pussy by now if Big Frank hadn’t interrupted.
The main reason why I pistol whipped Meko’s weird ass was ‘cause forreal I gave no fucks about what he did. If I knew Big Frank like I know I did, he wanted to make an example outta Meko. That nigga ain’t steal no real money from Big Frank or there wouldn’t have been any talking.
He wanted the nigga to go and tell what happened to him just in case niggas thought shit was sweet.
“Bring me a big ass knife if you got one here,” Big Frank said to me then he threw Meko to the ground.
“Since I like you, Meko, I’m gonna help you out so you don’t ever find yourself in a situation like this again.
I got the perfect cure for sticky fingers.
Faheem, you know what the cure for that is…
?” Big Frank asked me as I stood behind my island counter, getting my butcher knife for him.
My kitchen and living room had an open floor plan.
Meko and Big Frank were in the open space where my dining room was going to be once I got the table and all that other shit moved into my house.
“Cutting the nigga’s fingers off. Big Frank, you gon’ pay to get my floors cleaned ‘cause this nigga bleedin’ all over my shit.” I walked back over to Big Frank handing him the knife.
“ ‘Cause of you. As soon as he walked in, you bashed that nigga in the head with your gun.” Big Frank mugged me, but I didn’t give a fuck. That nigga was paying to get my floors cleaned, especially if he was about to cut this nigga’s fingers off.
“Come on, man. Y’all ain’t gotta do this. A thousand dollars is chump change to y’all. You niggas got it.” Meko made one last pathetic plea, his eyes widened at the sight of the butcher knife.
“You fucking right we do. It’s the principle, cry baby ass nigga,” I spat with disgust in my eyes as I stared down at Meko’s bitch ass.
Handing the knife over to Big Frank, both of us were caught off guard by Meko surging off the ground.
He tackled Big Frank, knocking the knife from his hand.
I ain’t gon’ lie, a nigga moved in slow motion, watching the two old niggas tussle.
That shit made my night. I tried to hold in my laughter, but it didn’t work.
This shit was funny as fuck, and Big Frank was gonna cuss my ass out for letting this shit go on for so long, but it was worth it.
Both their old asses were panting and shit like they were really doing something.
“Faheem, shoot this nigga!” Big Frank yelled to me out of breath. “I’ma fuck yo stupid ass up next!” he shouted then punched the fuck outta Meko, sending his ass flying off Big Frank.
Meko rolled around disoriented, then he looked, seeing the knife wasn’t far from him.
If Big Frank hadn’t been caught off guard, he’d easily have been able to take Meko out.
I shook my head when Meko tried to lunge over to the knife.
Cocking my gun, I shot him mid air, and his body hit the ground with a thud.
Big Frank’s mouth opened, but a broad’s scream was all I heard. Turning around, I came face to face with Juniper at the top of the steps, with fear in her eyes as tears fell down her cheeks.
Fuck.
When she took off running, I took off right behind her.
Damn, Juniper, why did you come upstairs?