Tick, Tick, Boom! by Ms. Michel Moore

Author:Ms. Michel Moore
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-06-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

KENYA/BROTHER RASUL

Creeping down the stairs of Brother Rasul’s small bungalow home, Kenya heard him speaking to someone and paused.

“Look, I already told you, it’s no way in hell you gonna talk to me the way you did, let alone tell me what to do.”

“You act like that’s your woman, not me!” Fatima’s voice cried out through his cell, which was on speaker.

Brother Rasul continued to fumble with the bassinet he’d just purchased not really caring about what she was saying. “Where is this conversation going? You gave me my keys back, so that’s what it is.”

“Rasul, you choosing her over me? Are you kidding me?”

After a few seconds of dead silence, Fatima regretfully got her answer.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He lustfully thought about Kenya upstairs in his shower. “So go do you. I’m straight.”

“You act like you wanna fuck that bitch!”

“Maybe I do, so like I said, do you!”

As the phone went dead, Kenya waited at the bottom of the stairs a good minute or so, trying to play off her blatant eavesdropping. Damn, that was deep, but later for Fatima’s good hating ass! “Hey, Ra.” Dressed in an oversized robe obviously belonging to her host, Kenya finally emerged out of the shadows, ready to face her nightmarish reality.

“Oh, hey, Kenya, you see what I got little man?” He smiled, momentarily acting as if the baby boy weren’t kidnapped and his mother weren’t truly dead in a walk-in freezer across the country.

Holding her robe tightly closed, Kenya sat down on the couch. Brother Rasul then ran down everything Storm had told him. He also informed her that, at this point, Storm had yet to discover London’s body and she still had a chance to come clean and confess it was an accident.

“Naw, I can’t go back there, and after all the grimy messages he left on me and my sister’s phone, I really ain’t trying to talk to him.”

Wanting to gauge the situation, Brother Rasul gave her some more of his and Storm’s conversation for her to think about. “Look, he sounded really worried about his brother, plus he wanted me to tell you that some dude named Marco was out of jail and they was back at war.”

“Out of jail?” Kenya wondered, not even knowing he had been caught in the first place.

Brother Rasul finished assembling the bassinet. “Yeah, he told me if I did talk to you or your sister, tell both of y’all to stay outta dodge.”

Kenya knew she was safe as long as Brother Rasul had her back. “Yeah, okay, but as far as me talking to him, I just don’t know.”

Hearing the small cries of the baby, Kenya went back upstairs to see about him as well as digest what Brother Rasul had just told her about all the hell Storm was going through. Laying the innocent infant on the bed with just a diaper on, Kenya got London’s cell phone out of her purse. Focusing, she took a picture of Li’l Stone. She wrote underneath the snapshot, Our son, born today.

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