Page 3 of Obsessive Love
“I didn’t ask to be a part of this family,” I reminded him with a smirk. Javien Sr. narrowed his eyes at me, and I smiled brightly. “You decided to have a little sex, and forty weeks later, I was born. You should’ve been more responsible with your actions.”
“That’s no way to greet your father,” Senior replied, and I rolled my eyes. He sat at the table in the corner of the shop with Javien Jr. and sighed. “I need some water.”
“Okay,” I replied as I lazily leaned against the counter. “Now, why are you here? Because I know it's not to try to reprimand me for not coming to a meeting I’ve never attended.”
Senior’s eyes damn near bucked out of his head as he watched me. If he expected me to get him something, then he’d lost his damn mind. I never waited on either of them in any way, shape, or form. “You aren’t going to get it?”
“No,” I laughed. “Now, answer my question. What are y’all doing here?”
“I can't come to see my daughter?” he questioned, and I smirked. Senior only showed his face around here when he and Javien Jr. needed to talk privately. Neither trusted the people around them, yet they never did anything about it. My bakery was the perfect meeting place because everybody knew I hated them.
“Javien, you’re wasting my time,” I replied, shaking my head. “Stop playing with me.”
“We needed a place to talk,” he answered. “We need to discuss some business without the chance of someone overhearing us.”
“I really wish you two would find somewhere else to go,” I sighed. “Like, really wish.”
“Just like I wish you had the money to open your bakery and not come and have to borrow the money from my son?” Javien Sr. replied, and I pushed off the counter to stand. “Until my son's name is removed from the deed of this place, we will come and go as we please.”
“Your son’s, not yours,” I countered. “Your name isn’t connected to anything associated with me, not even my birth certificate.”
“Yeah, 'cuz your mama is a hoe.” Senior shook his head.
“Just like yours,” I flippantly replied. He had me fucked up. I may not have liked or seen my mama in years, but that didn’t mean he could talk about her. I was the only one who could say something negative, and when I did finally see her? I was going to beat her ass for leaving me to be raised by his punk ass.
“The second worst decision I had when it came to her was opening the door that winter night when she said she needed a few days to get her mind right,” Senior chuckled. “She was a hoe, looking for her next fix, dropped you off, and never came back. I should’ve taken your ass to the fire department and dropped you off. Instead, I raised your ungrateful ass.”
“I was fifteen, had a job, car, and paid you rent the entire time I lived with your goofy ass,” I laughed. “You didn’t raise shit. I was good.”
“Not good enough if you had to come to my son for money,” he gloated.
“Bitch nigga-”
“He’s your daddy; show him some respect,” Javien Jr. said with an attitude. “Swear you've been disrespectful from the moment I met you.”
“I didn’t ask for an introduction, did I?” I replied with my own attitude. “As a matter of fact, I didn’t ask for y’all to bring your asses over here, either. Y’all could’ve stayed on your side of town, and I’d only see Javien Jr. when I made my monthly payment. If y’all ain't buying nothing, then y’all need to go. I’m about to have my lunch rush, and those chairs are for paying customers.”
“My name will bring in more customers,” Javien Jr. rebutted as if I gave a damn. Yes, he may have been a successful basketball player, but he was a bitch ass nigga. Javien grew up being babied by his Mama, and women adored him because he was good at basketball. He wasn’t humble, and he didn't thinkthe rules applied to him. I was waiting for someone to knock him off his pedestal and beat his ass. He stood and pulled his wallet from his back pocket. “How much will some of those little cupcakes cost?”
“Bitch, I ain’t selling you shit,” I replied. “Keep your money, step the fuck out of my shop, and don’t come back.”
“Or what?” Javien said, stepping around his table and approaching me. “You think I won't knock your ass out because you’re a bitch?” He gave me a weak-ass smile that was supposed to scare me. “Fable, stop playing with me.”
“No, Javien, stop playing with me,” I laughed and took my knife from my pocket. Even though he was bigger, stronger, and faster, I’d still give him a run for his money and slice him the fuck up. “You already know I will fuck you up.”
“Got damn it!” Senior yelled and slammed his fist on the table. “You two need to fucking stop! We have shit to deal with, Javien; you fucking with Fable ain’t what I’m worried about!” He shook his head and pointed to Javien Jr. “Bring your fuckin’ ass over here and sit the fuck down.”
Javien Jr. stared me down, and I smiled sweetly at him. To fuck with his pride, I waved my knife at him and winked. He was going to do whatever Senior said because he was his fucking puppy. “Go on, you heard your daddy.”
“Fuck you, Fable,” he snarled but did what Javien Sr. said and went back to the table and sat down.
“Y’all have three minutes to discuss whatever the fuck y’all need to discuss; then you need to leave. I don’t give a fuck about shit else but my business,” I said, mugging them. “And if you think I’m playing, I’ll slice you the fuck up. I don’t give a fuck about either one of y’all or your career, Javien Jr. Let this be the last time I see y’all.”
“One day, I’ma knock your head off your shoulders for your smart-ass mouth, Fable,” Javien Sr. said, and I laughed.
“And that’ll be the day that your little lackey over there will start planning your funeral,” I replied, then looked down at my watch. “Two minutes.”
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