Chapter 32
Faheem Banks
A Week Later
“Faheem, we’re not doing this kidnapping shit again. I need to go check on my house. I have to go to work,” Juniper said, stomping her way into the living room wearing one of my over-size white-tees.
I couldn’t tell if she had panties on or not, but that ass was poking like a mutha fucka.
One thing my seeds did was enhance their mama’s bodies.
Juniper was on the slim thick side back then.
Now, baby girl was thicker than fucking molasses.
It was hard staying in the same house and not fucking the shit out of her.
The dick came to life whenever she was around.
“You see my baby sleepin’. Go on with that screamin’. I’ll take you home when I fuckin’ feel like it,” I snapped at her stupid ass. Rye was laying on my chest knocked the fuck out, snoring her little chunky ass off.
”Okay, and I need to go make sure I have a job still. So I can take care of your baby,” Juniper sarcastically replied, folding her arms under her titties.
”Fuck that job,” I nonchalantly replied. Juniper didn’t need to work. Her ass needed to sit the fuck down and figure out how to make up to me for the fuck shit she did.
”Nigga…”
As good as she looked, I still wanted to fuck her ass up.
I had been so fucking mad at Juniper for doing this dumb ass shit.
What broad in her right fucking mind didn’t tell they nigga they were pregnant?
There was no making sense of the shit Juniper did.
Who the fuck wanted to go through their entire fucking pregnancy without the nigga that got them pregnant?
Bitches lost they minds behind keeping they baby daddy in they life, but Juniper’s ass hated a nigga so bad she hid my fucking baby from me.
Every time I looked at Rye, my heart ached for all the moments I missed.
I wasn’t a perfect nigga, but when it came to my seeds, I was doing everything in my power to make sure they got the best versions of me.
I fell in love as soon as I laid eyes on Rye.
Her and Forrest were damn near twins, aside from Forrest being a little darker than Rye.
Both my seeds looked just like me, and I loved that shit.
I couldn’t deny either one of them if I wanted to.
It's crazy seeing how much of a personality a one-year-old could have. Ryver had been running through this house like she was queen bee, and I let her. Call a nigga selfish, but the three of us had been locked up in my house in Boowell county. I didn’t want anything taking my attention from Ryver.
I wanted her to have my full attention since she was still getting to know me.
For the most part, Ryver took to me. The first day she was acting stank, but after I gave her some candy, she was my best friend.
I was tryna get her to call me daddy, but her little silly ass laughed every time I said Da-Da.
Ryver could get whatever she wanted from me.
She took after her mama with her attitude.
When she didn’t get her way, she stomped around with her bottom lip poked out. Just like Juniper’s ass was doing now.
I ain’t give a flying fuck about Juniper being mad.
She was lucky I didn’t tie her ass up like I wanted to in the first place.
She was a runaway risk. At this point, I had no trust for her.
She’d proven how sneaky she really was. If she could kiss me in the middle of a fucking side walk but fail to mention anything about our baby, I couldn’t trust her.
I really felt like I couldn’t trust nobody around me forreal, forreal.
It seemed like everybody I trusted had some shit to hide.
My daddy and Frankee were both on my shit list right now.
Frankee had been blowing my phone up, tryna to apologize, and I heard her.
I knew she wasn’t on no malicious shit, but I was her brother.
As soon as she found out about Ryver, she should have hit my line.
Fuck that neutral shit she wanted to do.
I wasn’t tripping too bad off of Frankee, more so Big Frank.
If what Clive was saying was true, that nigga betrayed our entire family.
Today, I was finna kill two birds with one stone–tell my parents about Ryver and see what the fuck Big Frank was hiding.
Toi was gonna lose her mind when she found out I had another baby.
Even more so with Juniper. My mama liked Juniper and asked about her periodically over the years.
I had to go get my little nigga too. This week had been the longest time I’d went without seeing him in person.
Of course, I FaceTimed him, but he was too young to really understand it.
Last night when Forrest cried for me, I knew it was time to go get my seed.
Mixie was all in my business trying to figure out why I had been missing.
She was gonna have a fit when she found out about Ryver.
Mixie loved hollering about being the only one with my baby.
“Aye.” I chuckled, but I didn’t find shit funny. “I promise if my baby gets woken up ‘cause you keep makin’ hella noise, that’s yo mutha fuckin’ ass, Juniper.” I shot her a death glare.
Juniper stopped walking, turning towards me, her hand on her hip and face frowned the fuck up. “Faheem, I’m not tryna hear nothing unless it’s you taking me back home.”
“Bitches be outta they fuckin’ mind.” I might have been talking out loud, but I was speaking to myself. I was tryna mentally prepare myself ‘cause I felt it in my soul this girl was finna make a nigga come out of character.
“Who the fuck is you calling a bitch?!” Juniper yelled, causing Ryver to jump in her sleep.
I ignored Juniper’s stupid ass soothing Ryver back to sleep.
I slowly got up. I can’t front, I hadn’t put Ryver down since we stepped foot in my house.
She was lowkey getting spoiled when it came to sleeping, always wanting me to hold her while she took naps.
I loved that shit though. Bumping past Juniper, I made my way to Forrest's bedroom, gently laying Ryver down in his bed. Her little ass started whimpering, and I had to rub her back for a hot second before she fell back asleep. Once I was sure baby girl was asleep, I shut the bedroom door and went looking for Juniper’s big headed ass.
She wasn’t in the living room, kitchen, or downstairs bathroom.
Jogging up the stairs two at a time, I went to the guest room she was staying in.
She wasn’t in there or her bathroom. Where the fuck is this broad?
Stomping back down the steps, I went back in the kitchen then opened the sliding doors.
Stepping into my backyard that was fenced in with my black privacy fence, looking around, I almost missed Juniper’s frame squished in on the side of the house and the gate of the fence.
Her back was to me, and she had her phone up to her ear.
Stalking over to her, I didn’t even bother figuring out who she was on the phone with. “Give me this shit.” I snatched her phone from her ear and put it in my pocket.
“Fa-fucking-Heem!” Juniper turned around swinging on me.
I dodged her weak ass punch. Grabbing her wrist, I twisted it behind her back.
While she tried to wiggle herself loose, I was able to get her other hand.
Locking both hands together, like I was arresting her, I pressed her into the fence with my body smashed into hers.
“Make this make sense to me, Juniper, ‘cause a nigga real life confused. You walkin’ around this bitch with a fuckin’ attitude for what reason? Ain’t you the one who hid my mutha fuckin’ baby from me?”
”I was gonna tell you, stupid!” she yelled over her shoulder shooting me a dirty look while she wiggled, not realizing she was grinding her ass on to my dick.
“Matter fact, I came to tell you a few weeks after I found out, but you was too busy sticking that bite sized dick inside of Mixie’s infinite worm hole,” Juniper spat with disgust.
“You ain’t di-“
”Yes the fuck I did. I wanted to beat both y’all’s asses, but since I was carrying your fucking baby, I knocked over your TV in the living room instead.”
Releasing Juniper’s hands, I quickly turned her around.
I needed to look her in the eyes. ‘Til this day, I accused Mixie of destroying my seventy-five-inch TV on some spiteful shit. She denied it of course. I thought she was the only one in my crib, and she was the only one who was mad at a nigga to tear his shit up. Juniper never crossed my mind when that shit went down. I was so pissed at her ass, I was tryna forget she existed. I had two mutha fuckin’ issues with Juni’s story.
I wasn’t home the day my TV got broken. I had some loose ends to tie up with Big Frank.
The shit ended up taking longer than expected which was why Mixie called herself being pissed.
Ion know what the fuck Juniper thought she heard, but it wasn’t me fucking Mixie.
She knew my dick was far from bite size.
A nigga had her gaggin’ the first time she tried to suck my shit.
She better play with something safe ‘cause I had no problem helping her remember.
“Put that on sumthin’.”
Smacking her lips, Juniper looked up at me defiantly. “What the hell do I have to lie about?
Shaking my head at her attitude, I was finna let loose on her ass.
“I’m tryna put some shit together that ain’t addin’ up.
The night you broke my TV, I wasn’t home.
Didn’t come home until the next day. So, so, I’m tryna understand.
You sure she wasn’t fuckin’ herself on no freaky shit?
” I wasn’t saying Juniper misheard anything, Mixie wasn’t shy about fucking herself.
I can’t tell you how many times a nigga walked in thinking he was finna go to jail ‘cause she had another nigga in my bed, and it turned out Mixie was getting on off by herself.