Page 144 of I Don't Want You Back

“How you know they’re with some rats?” Patrice asked.

“I don’t, but that’s how they described them,” Faryn laughed.

“They are true bachelors honey,” Harley said.

“True male whores is more like it,” Faryn laughed.

“How’s Akira?” Harley asked.

“She’s good. School is kicking her ass, so she doesn’t hang out too much anymore. Her and Clarence are coming over for dinner tomorrow though,” Faryn answered.

The three of them continued to sit around and make small talk until a popular song came on. Faryn hadn’t danced in a while, but she was happy to see that she still had her moves. One song turned into several more as they occupied the dance floor with lots of other people. Faryn’s feet was killing her, but she had a ball. Between dancing, drinking, and walking the club, she was worn out. She was happy that Landon had talk her into going, but she was happier when Patrice said that she was ready to go.

“Baby, this outing don’t owe me nothing. And Kyron better put a baby up in my ass tonight as tipsy as I am,” Harley slurred as they walked out to their car.

Faryn had driven her Camaro and met them there, but Patrice was driving her to her ride. She had parked in the back lot, since she got there after them.

“I’m happy I’m driving. This drunk bitch ain’t good for nothing,” Patrice laughed as they helped Harley get into the car.

“I had fun. We have to do this again,” Faryn said when they pulled up to her car.

“Yes, we do honey. My baby is getting bigger, so my mama is getting her more. I love my free time,” Patrice replied.

“See you later boo,” Faryn said when she got out of the car.

“Get in your car Faryn. I’m not pulling off until you do,” Patrice noted.

She watched as Faryn got into her car and started it before she pulled off. Faryn sent Landon a message letting him know that she was on her way. She was about to pull off until she remembered that she was still wearing her heels. She had her slippers in the trunk, so she got out to get them. Faryn felt instant relief when she kicked her heels off and replaced them with her Gucci slides. When she closed her trunk and tried to walk away, she was forcefully grabbed from behind.

“Ahhh!” Faryn screamed before a strong sweaty hand was clamped over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up before I shoot your hoe ass,” a male voice that she slightly recognized threatened.

Faryn felt like she was about to lose her bladder when she felt the hard steel of a gun being pressed into her back. She couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks even if she wanted to. Her babies, Lance, Lennox, and Landon came to mind when she turned around and locked eyes with Jo-Jo. He’d lost a little weight since the last time she saw him, but that was the only thing different about him.

“Jo-Jo, please don’t do this. I have kids at home,” Faryn pleaded as tears continued to fall from her eyes.

“Bitch, fuck you and those kids. You think I give a fuck about that,” Jo-Jo snapped as he slapped her down to the ground. Faryn’s bottom lip split and she tasted the blood inside her mouth.

Jo-Jo couldn’t believe how good his luck was when he saw Faryn and her girls at the club. He had gone there with some of his boys when he spotted them walking around like they owned the place. Not too long after her punk ass man did him dirty in her apartment, Jo-Jo got arrested for being a felon in possession of a firearm. Before he got locked up, he went to Faryn’s apartment one night, hoping to catch her off guard. He waited until well after dark and kicked in her front door. He was stupid to think that she still lived there, but he took a chance anyway. Not only had Faryn abandoned her apartment, but Kyron and his wife had moved as well. Kyron didn’t want to tell him where he lived, but it was all good. It wasn’t him who he was looking for anyway.

While locked up, Jo-Jo got in touch with Monica and she put him down on everything. Not only had Faryn married the nigga who had attacked him, she had twins for his punk ass too. Monica informed him that she didn’t know where Harley and Kyron lived, since he had never been invited over. Once Jo-Jo got all that he needed from her, he didn’t even bother trying to call her again. Monica wasn’t his type and he didn’t have time to pretend that she was. She sucked him up a few times and that was the extent of their relationship. She was a rat and he treated her as such.

“I’m so sorry Jo-Jo. Please,” Faryn continued to cry and beg.

“Fuck your apology bitch. Because of you, I was laid up in the hospital with a broken jaw and fractured ribs. You thought I was gon’ let you and that nigga get away with the shit that y’all pulled? Both of y’all got me fucked up. That nigga about to bury you and raise them kids by his damn self,” he threatened as he pulled her up by her hair and pressed the gun to her temple.

Faryn closed her eyes and said a silent prayer, waiting for the bullet that was going to end it all. She would never get to celebrate her first year of marriage or see her babies take their first steps. She wouldn’t witness Lennox and Lance’s first dates or their high school graduations. She and Landon deserved happiness but, sadly, they would never get it. When the loud explosion came from the gun, Faryn braced herself for the pain that never came. She opened her eyes and saw Aiden standing there holding the smoking gun that he’d just shot Jo-Jo in the head with.

“Oh God, Aiden!” Faryn shrieked as she fell into his arms and cried. Her entire body shook as she thanked God for sparing her life.

“Let’s go Faryn,” Aiden demanded as he grabbed her arm.

Faryn was paralyzed with fear as she looked down at Jo-Jo’s dead body. Memories of when she found her mother dead came back to her and, just like before, she felt no remorse.

“Move Faryn! Let’s go before we both be going to jail,” Aiden said, snapping her out of her trance. He shoved Faryn into her running car and jumped in on the driver’s side.

Aiden was happy that he took Raheem up on his offer to check out the new club. He spotted Faryn and her girls the moment they walked in and he kept an eye on them all night. It wasn’t long before Aiden noticed that he wasn’t the only one who was watching. He saw Jo-Jo staring at Faryn all night, but he didn’t know who the nigga was. Aiden asked one of his boys who he was, and he gave him an entire rundown. Realization kicked in the moment Aiden heard his name. He remembered Landon telling him about Faryn’s childhood flame and how he had to beat him down in her house that time. Aiden also assumed that Jo-Jo was the one who had kicked Faryn’s apartment door in, even though she no longer lived there. His first mind told him not to drink anything and be on high alert and he was happy that he’d listened. He had Raheem and his boys under the impression that he was leaving the club with a female, but he had followed Faryn and her girls out instead.

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