Page 30 of Obsessive Love
“Did he call you?” I moved through the kitchen, pulling supplies I wanted Fable to use. Knowing she could make it, I wanted something sweet but not too sweet.
“Yeah, to check to see how long I was going to let this nigga live,” he answered with a smirk. He looked up at me, his eyes cold as fuck, and shook his head. “I think I found Drew.”
“You sure?”
“Cross is looking into it for me,” he replied, and I nodded. “If it’s him, then we will have a supply of goods ready to sell.” Goods, that’s what he called organs when he harvested them. Amethyst’s black market business was just as lucrative as his surgical career. I just think that little brother took more pleasure in hunting, killing, and selling niggas than he did in saving lives at times. “If it’s him-”
“Then have at it,” I finished his sentence, and he nodded. We all knew trying to stop Amethyst was a waste of time and effort, especially since it involved Yale. He’d already killed her husband; going after his boss was the only logical next step.
“You already know I am,” he said, turning his attention to me. “The fuck are you doing?”
“Getting things ready for Fable,” I answered as I continued pulling out what I thought she would need. I’d never seen her work, so everything was a guessing game, but I was excited to see it happen.
“That’s her name?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, reviewing everything I’d pulled out. I cut my eyes to my brother, then lifted my brow. “Why?”
“No reason,” he chuckled and shook his head. “No reason at all. Where is she?”
“Getting ready.”
“Pyrite Stone, let me the fuck out of this room!” Fable’s voice echoed through the living room, and I chuckled lowly. Ever since she’d realized that there were microphones and cameras in the room, whenever she wanted something, she would yell. “I know you hear me!”
“Ay yo, she’s funny,” Amethyst laughed.
“Bitch nigga!” her bird said from its perch on top of the fridge. I cut my eyes at its ass but didn’t say shit. I hated that fucking bird, and I wasn’t even sure why I brought them with me, but I did. Taking care of them was easier than taking care of their stubborn ass owner. “Bitch nigga!”
“Keep fucking with me, and I’m going to tie you the fuck up again,” I said, pointing to the bird.
“Nigga, where the fuck did that muthafucka come from?” Amethyst asked as he stared up at the bird.
“Been here as long as its owner,” I answered, shaking my head. “Talks shit just like her ass, too.”
“Bitch nigga!” the bird yelled again. I bucked at it, and it flew away. “Bitch nigga!”
“She trained the bird to call you that?” Amethyst asked as he watched the bird fly back to its cage and shut the door behind itself as if that would save it from me.
“She doesn’t even know the fucking birds are here,” I said as I left the kitchen.
I made my way to my bedroom. When I got to the room, I took a deep breath, scanned my prints, and opened the door. On the other side, Fable stood near the bed, dressed in a red suitthat looked as if Mahogany had come and fitted her personally, along with a pair of black heels. Her hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and her face was made up, and even though the shit was subtle, I kept looking at her eyes. They were my favorite feature of hers.
“I’m about to make you a millionaire,” she said as she pushed past me. “Show me where your brother is.”
“I’m already a millionaire,” I said, following behind her. I stuffed my hands in my pocket and smirked as I watched her ass move in her pants. Shit looked good as fuck, and my mouth watered at the thought of biting one.
“Where is your brother?” she asked as we descended the stairs.
“Kitchen,” I answered, and she nodded. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I chuckled when she hesitated at the sight of the door. “It’s locked, the glass is bulletproof, and I don’t have any neighbors that would hear you scream if you decided to.”
Fable looked over her shoulder at me, grilled me hard, then smirked. “I’m not running from you, Pyrite, don’t worry.”
I nodded, licked my lips, and let my eyes roam freely from head to toe. She might not have been running, but I knew she wasn’t ready for what I had in mind. “Amethyst is in the kitchen.”
Fable walked into the kitchen, and Amethyst pulled his attention from his laptop to her. He looked at her, surprise written all over his face, then over her shoulder to me, and I smirked. I knew she wasn’t what he expected, making me stand up straighter. Fable wasn’t showing weakness; being locked in my house for a little over a month, you would think that she would be crying or scared. She was anything but; her head was held high, shoulders square, and back straight. My girl was ready for war, and that shit had my dick hard as fuck.
“Fable Walters, I’d like to introduce you to my brother, Dr. Amethyst Stone,” I said, standing beside her. “Amethyst, this is Fable Walters.”
“The Baker,” Amethyst said, extending his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
