Page 15 of Tangled Hearts
Nick shrugged before commencing to putting her out. “I don’t know, but not here.”
“Wait,” she tried to stop him from pushing her out the door. “I don’t have on any clothes, Daddy, wait!”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. “You shouldn’t have put your hands on my shit.”
Outside, people watched in horror as Nick continued to guide his only child to the streets in nothing but panties and a robe. The drugs were in his system so good that every rational thought he had was out the window.
Down the street, Hov watched as a crowd of people started to form. For him, the hood shenanigans didn’t faze him one way or another, but when he heard someone say Knycole’s name, he had to see what was going on.
“Daddy, please!” Knycole begged and pleaded with tears running down her angelic face. If she knew he was going to treat her like that, she would’ve just used the tissue method for a few days until she could get some pads from Noir.
Nick looked at her with hatred in his eyes. He was pissed beyond measure and scared of what the youngins’ on the street were going to do to him. Honestly, he had enough money to pay them, but that wouldn’t leave him any money to buy more drugs for himself.
Hov pushed people out the way without a care. When he laid eyes on the scene in front of him, all he could see was red. Knycole was in the street crying her eyes out begging her own daddy not to put her out. His six-foot-three inch stature caught her attention, and she knew nothing good was about to come from his presence.
“Get in the car, Knyc,” Hov commanded, never stopping his stride towards Nick.
Regardless of what was going on, she never wanted to see harm come to her father. “No, Hov.” She put her arms in front of him in hopes of stopping him.
He pushed her to the side with just enough force to move her but without hurting her. He would never hurt her. “I told you to get your shit together for her, and not only did you disregard my warning, but you do her like this in front of all these nosey muthafuckas.” He needed no response before he knocked Nick on his ass with one hit.
The crowd wasn’t shocked, but that didn’t stop them from mumbling in amusement. Everyone knew Hov wasn’t anything to play with, and although it was messed up that he put his hands on his elder, they knew he was justified with how Nick had put his barely clothed daughter out on the streets.
Knycole rushed to her father crying even harder. She was embarrassed and upset.
“Let’s go.” Hov grabbed her by the arm, dragging her to his car before speeding off.
“You didn’t have to do him like that,” Knycole fussed while they cruised down the street.
“And that nigga shouldn’t have done you like that. I don’t play about you and Noir, and your daddy knows that.”
“That doesn’t give you the right to handle him like that. That’s all the family I have, and I would hate for something to happen to him. Hell, I don’t want anything to happen to you.” She sniffled.
“Ain’t shit gonna happen to me. Your daddy knows better than to talk to the police. Now, I’m ’bout to run in this Walmart and grab you a few things. You need something else important besides clothes?”
Knycole looked out the window before diverting her eyes back to him. His blemish-free, milk chocolate skin melted under the street lights. His brows formed a V in the center of his forehead as he waited for her to answer him. Hov was extremely handsome with a mysterious look and cognac-colored eyes that pierced through you with just a glance. He could dress his ass off with minimal effort, which only added to his grown man persona. Hence the reason he was nicknamed Hov. He was always on his Jay-Z shit—his Sean Carter shit. He had the drive and the wisdom to match the name.
“Knyc.” His eyes bucked at her to get her attention.
“Oh, yea. I need some pads,” she mumbled with slight amusement mixed with shame in her wide, doe-shaped eyes.
His tatted hand brushed down his perfectly squared face. “Man, you tripping, tripping.”
She giggled. “Unless you want me to go in like this…”
“Nah, I got it, man,” he said through gritted teeth, mumbling under his breath before closing the door.
Knycole sat back in her seat with a heavy mind. Home life for her wasn’t great, but it was home, and she wanted to be there. Now, she was forced to become a burden on people whose lives were just as messed up. She wanted to call Noir and Rock but remembered she left her phone at home. Looking around in the car, she spotted Hov’s phone in the cupholder. Before she could dial Rock, a call came through and she answered, “hello?”
“Hello…who is this?” Briana asked with an attitude.
“Um, this is Knycole. Who is this?” she replied.
“Briana. Where is Hov?”
“He ain’t here right now, but I’ll tell him you called.”
“Y’all must have something going on?” Briana asked as if she didn’t know Rock was with Knycole.
