Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Or something,” I shrugged, taking another shot from the bottle. I passed it back to Bear.
“Prep, I’ve known you since we were stupid and young, now that I’m older and a little less stupid, I know there’s more to this story then you’re telling me ‘cause there ain’t no fucking way a BBB would be comin’ round here unless it was to knife you in your sleep.”
“I’d like to hear this too,” King said, leaning forward onto his knees.
“Ain’t much to say,” I lied. “You might know her a lot better than you think you do,” I said to Bear.
Like backdoor better.
“Well if she was a club girl then yeah, of course I know her. And I recognized her right away when she came over to the house. I just can’t remember her around the club, or being at the parties with the other BBB’s.”
“She wasn’t a BBB. She was...a girl who hung around,” I tried to explain without going into too much detail, growing more and more frustrated with the fucking inquisition.
“A friend...who you were fucking?” King asked.
I sighed and leaned my elbows on my knees. “You’d just got sent away,” I said to King. “And Bear was out on that long ass ride to wherever. Grace was in the treatment center. Dre came around strung out on H.” I smiled at the memory. “She tried to rob one of my GG’s. Turned out to be her grandmother's house. Mirna. She stuck around. Helped me with some shit I needed help with. Then she left. That was all there was to it.” I shrugged and passed the bill to Bear who snorted two lines off the table. His dark blue eyes were open wide, bright, and clear as fuck. “Not a fucking big deal,” I added.
“Prep, this girl came back after years out of nowhere, and then the wife thing,” Bear said like he was trying to prove a point. “We don’t know this chick. She could be involved in all this somehow. Part of the master plan that kept you locked up for Chop. Maybe if you tell us more. Tell us exactly what happened down there,” he pushed.
“No fucking way,” I said.
“Preppy, if you tell us then...” King started.
“Listen,” I cut him off. I pointed between the two of them. “I know you two are looking to find out what happened to me. To see who else was in on it or who helped Chop cover up the fact that I was still alive. I get that we need to figure out who else might have had their hands in this so we can wipe them from the face of the fucking planet, but put your fucking detective hats away for one second here. The girl, Dre, she isn’t trying to scam you or kill me or anything like that. She didn’t have a part in any of Chop’s crazy shit. I called her my wife when I was coming to because I was coming out of a motherfucking coma. I mean, I saw this video once on MeTube where the guy was waking up from dental surgery and thought his wife was Mother Teresa, started praying to her and everything.”
King leaned forward against his hands on the back of the sofa across from me. “Tell me something, this new look of yours got anything to do with this chick coming back around?”
“How the fuck do you know she was back around?”
King raised his eyebrows as if I should already know. I did.
“Ray,” I muttered.
King nodded.
Not being able to sit in one spot any longer I stood up and paced in front of the couch. “No, this ain’t got shit to do with her,” I answered, and it was the truth. How would I even go about telling my friends that I shaved my head and face bald because I hated looking at myself only to find that I hated the shaved version of me even more? They’d been through so much thinking I was dead. The last thing they needed was to bare my fucking burdens as well.
That’s why I was never going to tell them everything that happened with Chop.
Never.
They both eyed me skeptically. I was about to explain further that they didn’t need to worry about Dre when Bear’s eyes lit up. “Fuck, I remember her now. I remember talking to you about her. Her dad was looking for her or something like that...” his face lit up in a huge smile and I wanted to both smile back and punch him in the god damned face when I realized what memory he was recalling. “How the fuck did I almost forget that?”
“Forget what?” King asked.
Bear scrunched up his forehead as he tried to recall the memory. “I can’t remember all the details, but it was here. A party I think.”