Whodie and Adore

Chapter 19 Whodie

I hadn’t said much to anyone. Besides being a supportive boyfriend, I had become distant.

Knowing that Zhane was able to put a tracker on my truck under my nose didn’t sit well with me.

I was always the hunter, and she made me feel like the prey.

Some shit I just had to do in silence. Everyone didn’t need to know my every move.

The more niggas knew, the more I had to watch my back.

I had enough of that to do as is, didn’t need the extra, and I didn’t need Adore clocking my every move at the moment.

For days, I sat on the information I got from her tag number that night.

The tag was tied to a property way outside the city, the kind of place you don’t just end up at unless you’ve got money or you’re connected to somebody who does.

Zhane’s ass ain’t never had money like that.

She was a decent stripper when she did dance, but not good enough to buy the property her truck was connected to.

The names on the property were Ricardo and Zhane Castillo.

Not once had that bitch worn a ring around me.

When she popped her ass up on the block, no ring.

When her ass was at the clinic for the testing, no ring.

By the time I got to the property, I was already tucked off far enough to see everything without being seen.

The house sat back behind a gate. Whoever or whatever Zhane had done to get this house couldn’t know the real her.

Since she had been back in town, she’d been trying to jump on my dick.

I had to block her on my Instagram page because she was sending me all types of shit.

Then, after the test came back that the little boy wasn’t mine, she still wanted to send text messages.

If Adore had found the shit she was sending, my head would’ve been knocked the fuck off.

The house was expensive and equipped with cameras.

For a while, nothing was going on, then the door pops open, and there she is, dressed in designer and running her mouth on her phone. Today, out of all days, I could see the bitch ring shining from across the street.

“Bitch really tried to play me,” I said.

I sat up as soon as I saw a tall male figure walk out of the house with the little boy in his arms. His hat was low, and the little boy was hiding his face.

“Ohhhh, you still a dirty bitch.”

I watched them all get in her truck and leave. All I could do was sit there for a minute because why the fuck she felt the need to come cause havoc in my relationship and she knew for a fact the boy wasn’t mine. After a brief moment to get my mind right, I pulled off.

Hollow was still holding Adore hostage at his place, and I wasn’t about to keep riding back and forth, so I headed to my condo, surprised to see Adore there when I opened the door.

“Where have you been?” She looked me up and down.

I walked up to her and placed a kiss on her lips.

“I was out,” I said, slipping my shoes and shirt off.

“I’ve been here a few hours just to see if you were going to pop up with a bitch.”

I laughed, “Now, why would I do that?”

“Maybe because I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Speakin’ of…yo’ prison guard let you out of his sight?”

“I slipped out while he and Love were at work. I’m so sick of being way out there and missing the city.”

“Long as you let that nigga kno’ this was yo’ idea.”

“Fuck my brother. It’s Sunday, and I want to get into something.”

“Shit, you kno’ my crew ridin’ dirt bikes and shit, but I didn’t feel like I’ into nothin’. Since you snuck yo’ overgrown ass out, I guess I can change my mind.”

Later that day, I followed behind Adore as we kicked up dirt doing tricks in the back woods.

I couldn’t help but smile because everything I taught her, she remembered.

I’ll never forget her first time riding.

I had to take her ass to the hospital because she fell off and bruised her tailbone.

All it took was for her to trust me and listen, and now she was riding that bitch like a pro.

I hit the throttle to catch up with her because I didn’t like the way she took one of the curves once we got on a dirt road.

“Aye! Slow the fuck down!”

“I slow down when you beat me back to the field,” she said, kicking dirt up.

“Just to let you kno’ you’ muthafuckin’ ass lost,” I told her, breathing hard.

“Nigga, please! I let you win.”

“Let’s race, baby.”

Adore and I both pulled back up to the open field, where not only my crew had gathered but some of her crew, too.

It was where we chilled and got away from the city to do country shit without the police fucking with us.

It was where we could be free to play our music loud and smoke our weed.

Out here, it made you forget about all your problems until you got back to the city limits.

We both got off the bikes and grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler in my truck.

I helped Adore get up on the truck bed, and I hopped up after her.

I couldn’t enjoy myself because my phone kept ringing.

“Yo!” I said, already knowing Hollow was going to question me about Adore’s whereabouts.

“Whodie! Man, where the fuck Adore at? I done called her ass at least ten muthafuckin’ times.”

“She good. What you need?”

“Tell that muthafucka I said meet me at the house in ten minutes.”

“What house? She can’t get yo’ house in ten minutes, nigga if she’s wit’ me,” I told him.

Adore rolled her eyes as she rolled a blunt.

“What house?”

“Our childhood house. The bitch is burnin’!”

I looked over at Adore, and she stopped mid-roll.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Get in the truck,” I told her, as I hung up on Hollow.

“What about our bikes?”

“I’ll get someone to bring them.”

“Is something wrong, Whodie?” Adore asked.

I wanted to tell her, but I didn’t want her to panic. Everyone knew how she felt about that damn house. It was her world. Her heart was going to be broken when we got there. I didn’t want to deal with it on the drive there because I had at least twenty minutes, depending on traffic.

“Adore, yes, somethin’ is wrong. All I want you to do right now is sit back and get yo’ mind right.”

“You really fucking irritating me by treating me like I can’t handle whatever the fuck it is.”

I squeezed the bridge of my nose.

“Your childhood home is burnin’.”

Adore looked over at me with the dirt still on her face.

It didn’t take long for the tears to fall from her face.

She opened the middle console and pulled out her phone to see all the missed calls from Hollow.

When we pulled up, Hollow was already on the scene, and the fire department was still fighting to put the fire out. Adore literally never exited the truck.

“Who…who would do this to me?” she cried. “I had so much of my childhood in that house. I had money buried in that house.”

I let her get it out. If Adore was crying, she was hurt. I wiped her tears and pulled her over to me. My heart was racing, and I felt helpless. All I wanted was for whoever was responsible to be dead.

“This is personal,” I told Hollow. “Y’all can sit the fuck out here and not do shit, but I’m ‘bouta get in these streets and make muthafuckas bleed until they start talkin’.

I’m sicka’ moving how the fuck you think I’m ‘posed to move. My girl is hurtin’.

It’s my job to make this shit right.” I paced the floor of his office.

I had just gotten Adore cleaned up and in the bed. I didn’t want to leave without talking to him first, so I could get as much detail as I could.

“Cool! If you think killin’ everyone that looks at you wrong, go ‘head. It’s reckless.”

“Hollow, respectfully, you an old nigga now. If I wanna handle shit recklessly, let me. Yo’ way is bullshit! I’ll holla at you if I find somethin’ out,” I told him before heading out the door.

A nigga was starting to age from the lack of sleep.

Shit had my body sore as fuck. All I had time to do was go home, take a shower, and change clothes before I hit the streets.

Before I hit any spots and posted up, I stopped by one of my spots and grabbed some guns.

There was a point to be made. My first spot was the strip club; it was popping.

I headed to my normal spot and linked up with Reese, who was already on one and had so much money on the floor.

It didn’t take me long to join him as I bopped my head to the music and blew my gas.

Zhane made it her business to be seen. Through my dark black shades, I watched as she twerked her ass on a nigga that was spending money on her.

With that nice ass house she had, I bet her nigga didn’t know she was in here with her pussy on another nigga.

I was glad she hadn’t spotted me yet. What I wanted was for her to enjoy herself so she could talk.

The bitch was careless, so I sent the bottle girl to send her a drink that I had her slip something in. That hoe wasn’t making it home tonight.

“Her come this hoe.” Reese nudged me as Zhane dragged her ass to where we were.

It had been an hour since she had the drink.

She was falling right into the trap. I blew smoke out as I watched her flop on Reese’s lap.

He pushed her off and let her slide in between us.

I slid right the fuck from by her. Muthafuckas already had a problem with sending videos to Adore, and this wasn’t that.

I pulled my phone out and sent a text. Once everything was set up, I got up to leave.

“Whodie,” she slurred.

I ignored her and kept walking. When I got out of the club, I let the air hit me as I walked to my car.

All I had was two blunts and no alcohol.

That was intentional because my tolerance for weed was high.

Right now, I was sober as fuck. I headed to my destination and waited for them to drop my package off.

They could say what they wanted; all this shit didn’t start popping off until this bitch showed her ass back up.

This husband she popped her ass back up with was clean as a pair of white draws straight out of the pack.

At a little after five in the morning, Zhane was dropped off. The high from the pills I had given her was wearing off. I wanted her high, but not high to the point that her ass wasn’t able to talk.

“I knew you wanted me.” She slurred and waved her finger towards me.

She was allowed to think whatever the fuck she wanted. I let her get close enough to me so I could cuff her hands.

“Oouuu shit! You know I like that kinky shit.”

She was cuffed and placed in a chair in the middle of a new trap house I was fixing up. I hoped this bitch had pissed already because she was in for a long night. I dragged another barely stable wooden chair in front of her and took a seat.

“Who is Ricardo?” I asked.

“Huh? Ricardo? I don’t know who the fuck that is,” she said.

I was glad she said it, because I got up and grabbed her purse that she had with her in the club, retrieving her phone from it.

“Oh my bad…you call him Rico. Who is Rico?” I asked her again.

Like any other time she waltzed her ass in the hood, she didn’t have her wedding ring on. She had that bitch tucked inside her small ass purse. The bitch was nice, like some shit I would buy Adore.

“Ohhhh Rico…Rico is my husband.”

“Now we’re I’ somewhere. Where is he from?”

“Whodie,” she started, but vomit spewed from her mouth, causing me to jump out of the way.

That was one of the side effects of the new pill that hit the streets.

“Where is he from, Zhane?”

“I don’t know. He said from around this area somewhere.”

“What does he do for a livin’?”

“He owns clubs back in Texas.”

“So, you link wit’ a nigga from Texas and miraculously show back up at home. Some shit real fishy, Zhane.”

What were the odds of them running into each other in Texas?

I grabbed her phone and pulled her head up by her hair so her face could unlock her phone.

While she took a little cat nap, I took the time to take pictures of bank accounts, pictures of him and her, and text messages.

Just some little shit that I can run through the database to figure out who the fuck this nigga was.

His face didn’t look familiar at all. He looked to be about in his late thirties.

I sat back in the chair, watching Zhane as she drifted in and out.

“Stay wit’ me.” I tapped her cheek, making her eyes flutter.

“Why are you doing all of this, Whodie? I told you I just wanted you,” she slurred.

“Then why are you back in the city all of a sudden? Wasn’t Texas treatin’ you just fine? You got this big ass rock, I’m sure you had a nice spot to lay yo’ head at, and a daddy for yo’ bastard ass kid that you tried to put on me.”

“I ain’t…I ain’t got nothing to do with what you and your bitch got going on,” she said.

“Why the fuck you watchin’ me and puttin’ trackers on my truck and shit?”

“Because like I said, I wanted you. I always wanted you, but to get to you, I had to fuck the crew. You never really gave the attention I wanted, so I thought coming back in better condition than I left, we could be something.”

I reached over and grabbed her phone again, scrolling through more messages and pictures. The deeper I went, the more I realized she wasn’t as smart as she thought she was. Zhane was careless. Always had been.

“Look at me,” I said. “Does Rico know who I am?”

“I might have told him about you. I can’t remember.”

“Might have?” I wanted to slap the fuck out of her.

“He asked a lot of questions. He doesn’t like not knowing shit.”

“Did you tell him about Adore?” I asked.

Zhane hesitated a little longer than I would like, so I grabbed her jaw tightly until I could feel her fucking teeth pressed against it.

“Yes!” she cried. “Yes! I told him y’all run shit together. That’s it, and that’s all. Rico does not sell drugs; he moreso wanted to know about the club scene.”

I let her jaw go and walked away to think. If Rico was asking her questions, she was my only link to him. Our way in if he was the problem. Zhane had just won herself a get out of death card.

“You lucky,” I muttered.

I grabbed her phone, purse, and everything else she came in with and tossed them on the other side of the room.

“Get some rest. You’re gonna need it,” I told her, covering her mouth so she wouldn’t be able to scream.

She mumbled something under her breath, but I didn’t catch it and really didn’t give a fuck.

I closed the room door behind me and went straight to the bathroom to wash my hands.

Afterwards, I pulled my phone out to dial Adore’s number.

I stopped before I tapped her name. I wanted to call and tell her everything, but the less she knew right now, the safer she was.