Page 87 of A Kingpin's Weakness
She barely returned the gesture, just a half-smile and a dismissive glance at my hand.
“Baby, Seth, go find a seat and eat while I talk to Stormi,” she said, voice low but dripping with a challenge.
I swallowed the urge to roll my eyes and said a silent prayer please, don’t make me lose my cool today. I waited until S3 was safely settled before turning to her, voice calm but sharp: “What would you like to talk about?”
“Damn, I never thought I hurt Seth that bad that he’d downgrade to a crackhead daughter.” Her words hit low, like a punch to the gut, but I threw back a half-ass smile and a quiet chuckle, masking the burn.
“Trust me, my insults will cut deeper than that.”
She scoffed, eyes narrowing. “Oh really? You think you know anything about me?”
“As if you know shit about me,” I fired back, cold as ice.
She leaned in, voice dripping with venom. “I know my baby daddy’s just using you to get over me.”
I shook my head, voice steady but fierce. “Seems like you’re the one who still gotta get over him.”
Her laugh was bitter, sharp like broken glass. “You really think you know Seth?”
I met her stare without flinching. “Let me guess, you’re gonna school me on the ‘truth’ about him?”
Her grin twisted, like she thought she had the upper hand. “Oh, I don’t need to. You’ll see real soon where his heart belongs.”
“Okay,” I said, cool and calm, but my eyes burned fire.
“It’s crazy seeing you in his world. He don’t usually bring girls around S3 so quick.”
I didn’t respond. I knew where this was going.
She cocked her head. “You ever ask him where he was those few days? Or do you just believe whatever he tell you?”
I stayed quiet. My stomach twisted. She stepped even closer, lowering her voice like we were girlfriends sharing a secret.
“He was with me. Came over talkin’ about how confused he was how you were ‘new,’ but I was home.” She smirked. “One thing led to another. I don’t need to paint that picture, do I?”
I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. My throat locked up, pain already creeping into my chest. I hated how good she was at this. She knew exactly how to make it sound real even if it wasn’t.
“He still love me,” she whispered. “I’m the mother of his child… well, children.” She revealed, rubbing her small belly. “I know how to pull him back whenever I want.”
I blinked hard, fighting the sting in my eyes. My fingers curled into fists. I wasn’t about to break down in front of her.
“Guess I just wanted to be woman enough to let you know,” she added with a fake-ass smile. “Before you fall too deep.”
That was it. The crack in my chest split wide open. I pulled out my phone and texted RJ:
Come get me. Now.
“I ain’t gon’ go back and forth with you,” I said softly.
“You can play house all you want. But you’ll learn real soon Seth ain’t who you think he is.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction. “Well congrats on your maybe-baby,” I said, turning to walk away. “Wish you both the best. Honestly.”
RJ texted..
RJ-Outside.
I didn’t look back. Didn’t give her one more second of my energy. Because I wasn’t fighting over dick at a funeral. Not today. Not ever.
