FIONA
I walked through the doorway of Naheem’s cheap condo. Since his return, he called himself lying low, but this man’s low was damn near at the bottom. “Naheem, what the hell happened?” I asked as I rushed inside.
He held the side of his stomach while sweating profusely. He started to laugh while catching his breath at the same time. “I got him. I got his ass!” he gritted.
My heart raced as I moved around the small space. I grabbed the gauzes that were spread across the rustic table and hurried over to help him. I applied a little pressure to his wound, eager to hear the details. “Tell me everything,” I said to him.
I tried to hide the excitement brewing in me. June Calloway was fine to look at, but the man had to go. I didn’t think Naheem would pull it off, but it’s obvious he did.
“Shit! Ease up on the pressure,” he grunted. “Bishop, I got him. It was bittersweet, but my son had to go; otherwise, I could never walk freely in a place I helped build.”
“And destroy,” I mumbled.
I was pissed. I was so mad that I sank my nails into his wound, causing him to howl. “Ah, you bitch!”
“Yeah, well, I’ll be that. Fuck Bishop, that wasn’t the plan!”
“Neither was you fucking Cornelius better known as Mister, but you did. Fiona, everything doesn’t revolve around you. I handled my demons; you need to handle your own. However, I did hit that muhfucka June with a stray.”
I released the pressure from his wound and stepped back. A stray wasn’t going to help me. I let out a loud sigh. “Did they see you?” I asked as I paced back and forth.
“No.”
“Are you sure, Naheem?”
“Is the fucking sky blue? You’re simple as hell. I don’t know how Bobbie deals with you. Hand me another gauze,” he said as he pointed to the table.
If Naheem were right and they didn’t see him, then it meant June probably thought it was Mister’s sons, which was fine by me.
I didn’t care one way or the other because by the end of their block party, Mister and June would have put a bullet in each other.
I walked back toward the table and grabbed my purse.
I glanced down at the gauze, then Naheem.
“You need to get the fuck out of dodge because if this shit somehow flops, they’re coming after you and I wouldn’t want to be around for that. ”
I walked off and went to leave when Naheem said something that shook my core.
“Fiona, you’re not special. You haven’t tasted death as I did.
You can try to pin all this on me, Clark, and Bobbi, but bitch, you know.
When it’s your time, ha,” he paused. “I wouldn’t want to be there. Now lose my fucking number.”
I took a deep breath as I stepped outside. Braylen’s birthday was in two days, and I had to put on the performance of a lifetime to win him over; otherwise, I wasn’t sure what I would do.