Page 38 of I'm So Mega
“Shut that baby shit up. Your ass wasn’t a baby when you sexually assaulted my niece,” I said. Granted, he was still a little boy; however, he was too old to have his ways changed when it came to acts like these. I would bet all my riches that Kellie wasn’t his only victim.
Shanti shook her head. “No, what are you talking about? My son would nev?—”
“I will literally slap the shit out of you if you sit your ass there and act like you didn’t know that your son was a young pedo,”Mekole blurted. “Let me ask you this. What was the conversation when you told your son that sometimes girls need a little convincing and push to make them realize that they do want it? What exactly is that, bitch?”
Shanti sat there for a split second, stuck in her sickness. “It was just to help her realize that she did like him. That was it.”
Fiona’s head tilted. “I don’t believe you, Shanti. Let’s for fuck sake say that was true. Payton, is that how you took that advice?” She put her gun to Shanti’s head who whimpered. “Payton, if you lie, I will know, and I will kill your mother. Are we clear?”
“Yes, ma’am! I asked my mama how to make Kellie keep her word. At the dance, she said she would kiss me, then changed her mind. She’s not allowed to do that. My mama said some girls need a push,” Payton confessed with actual confidence.
My head fell back. “Please say it ain’t so. There is no way that you just said that.” My head snapped back to glare at his mother. “Say, who is this boy’s pappi?”
When she said that his father wasn’t in his life, Fiona smacked her on the back of her head. “Girl, that was not the damn question. I bet you have wax buildup in your ears. You look like the type to not properly clean your ears. The question for your non-listening ass was who was his father.”
“His father was my best friend’s father. When it came out that he was messing with me and I was pregnant, they moved. I never saw them again. My mother made me have Payton to remind myself every day that I was a whore.”
Damn, that was messed up on so many levels. I didn’t care how promiscuous you thought a child was, there was something else at play. That man more than likely wasn’t the first grown ass man to mess with her either.
Mekole gasped, then stepped to Shanti’s side to grab her hand with her gloved one. “That is so heartbreaking, and I am so sorry that happened to you. So many people failed you, and thatshould not have happened. Now we are here at a crossroad of what to do. Well, not really, because both of you are going to die tonight. I just feel that you need to know why. Ned, take it away.”
He bowed his head to Mekole. “First, did you touch my fucking daughter in her no-no place? That’s the first thing I want to know, and a nod will do.” After Payton hesitantly nodded, Ned’s jaw looked like it would break from the tightness. “Is she the first girl that you had to push to keep their word?” Ned’s head shook after Payton’s head did the same. “Yeah, you got to go.”
When Ned glanced at me then Fiona, we took the syringes that were already in our hands and stuck them under their bottom lips. That was where Mekole told us to inject them. Almost immediately, their bodies limped for us to position them in a lying down position.
“Now, as a result of failures across the board, it caused you, Shanti, to ill advice your son. It’s understood that no one ever taught you that you are able to change your mind. My homegirl here is going to take care of the rest of this. I wish you both fiery death and hellish nights.” Ned lightly hit the back of my chest with the back of his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
We both walked out of the room, settled. Something caught my eye when we walked past a partially opened closet. I stopped and opened the closet door. “Awe, shit.”
“Mega, leave those fuckin’ candles there. Nobody has time for your bullshit today!”Well damn!
I rolled my eyes before I closed the door. “Man, whatever. I wasn’t even talking about those candles. She had that warm vanilla scent that my baby loves. That scent is hard to find. It’s always sold out.”
He stared at me for longer than I felt he should have. “Let’s fucking go.”
We left the house to sit in the car until the ladies were done. Mekole planned to do something to the wiring in the kitchen or gas line or something. I was half listening during that part of the plan. All I needed to know was that they would die. We sat in the car in silence for a few minutes. “Aye, you think the fire is going to intensify that ammonia smell?”
Ned’s body shifted in his seat to face me. “Do you have to be Mega like all the time? Is there an off button or a level button on your ass?” He chuckled at his own idiotic question because he knew that there was neither.
“Nedrick, you’ve known me far too long to ask questions like that. Even with all the changes that Big G has taken me through, He’s never and will never change the core of my awesomeness.” I shrugged my shoulders. “What can I say? I guess I’m just so Mega.”
Epilogue
Some Time Later. . .
Mega sat at a table with Ruth in front of him, with her chair positioned for her to lean back on him. They were at Croya and the band director devil Trevor’s wedding reception. We looked on as Croy danced with his daughter. The love that he had for his daughter that came into his life when she was sixteen was so loud. Torren had already danced with her.
Mega respected the hell out of Torren for how active he stayed in Croya’s life even after he moved to Texas. He never missed any major milestones. Tiffany could not say the same. She came around if it benefited her in some way.
Fiona sat next to Ruth with her granddaughter in her arms. Three-month-old Grace Torri O’Brian Clover was the light of her parents’ and grandparents’ eyes. When Croya and Trevor named her, she wanted a name that represented her mother, Fiona, and both of her fathers. Everyone thought that was honorable. Fiona couldn’t stop crying when they found out the baby’s name at the hospital after she was born. There was respect across the board for Trevor for allowing Croya to name her daughter in honor of her parents. If they had a son, the plan was for him to be Trevor’s namesake.
As much joy as baby Gracie, as most called her, brought with her birth, there was some drama too. Of course, Tiffany was at the center of it because she wanted to be overly involved in Croya’s pregnancy and wedding planning. Croya wasn’t having it. The cracks in the relationship between her and her biological mother were irreconcilable. In her eyes, Fiona Grace O’Brian was her mother.
Tiffany was invited to all the events that centered around Croya, so she was there when Trevor proposed. She did the most with the tears and screams like an idiot. She found out that Croya was pregnant at the proposal and felt slighted that her daughter didn’t consider her when she told everyone else that she was pregnant. Fiona suggested that Croya let Tiffany host the bridal shower. Fiona regretted her suggestion the second they stepped foot into the venue.
Tiffany didn’t allow Croya to have any input in her shower. She and Fiona assumed it would be a cute, tea party or something like that. Nope, Tiffany had a more salacious idea. The theme wasthe burlesque bride. It became evident rather quickly that Tiffany had no idea who her daughter was.
Croya was a reserved woman like Fiona. She’d picked up how to be a woman of power, influence, and virtue from the woman who came into her life at sixteen. The woman who had put her before herself many times just like she did for Sadie and Shaun. Tiffany’s only contribution was her attempt to get her daughter to marry a well to do man.
