I looked around the living room and soon, I spotted a picture on the top shelf of the cabinet that made me stop in my tracks. From the red tux in the picture and the background, I could tell that it was a prom picture, and in the photo was Kairo and next to him was Ciara. So Kairo the nigga I plan on murdering over her is my fuckin brother? This shit can’t be fuckin true. Someone has to be lying.
Before I could say another word to Regina, my phone rang, and to my surprise it was a call from Ciara.
"Hold on, let me take this."
I lifted a finger and then hit accept on the call.
It took a minute to connect before I heard Ciara's shaky voice.
"Hov, where are you?"
"In the Bronx, why? What's wrong!"
"Princeton, my friend's little brother just got shot, and I don't know who else to call. I can't do this! I can't do this; his blood is all over me!"
"Where are you at now, Ciara?"
I stood from my seat.
"I am still in Castle Hill. We are on the way to the hospital now. Please come up here, Hov, I need you now!"
Hearing those words, I went through the door faster than I came inside. The first blow I heard from Regina punched me inthe gut, but this shit about my little nigga Princeton really had me sick; it had me fucking furious to be real.
The part that pains me the most is the fact that I'm sure this had something to do with me. Man, if Ciara finds that out, she will never want to fuck with me again. Shit, I will never forgive myself either because before now I thought I was protecting him. Now my lil dude fighting for his life.
I'm ready to go to war about this shit.
Chapter 15
Pernelle
Emoney pulled up to the curb in front of the Spa, and I got out of the passenger side of our new 2025 Kia Sorento that we just copped earlier. Today was about us enjoying the money she had while shutting out all the outside world and drama around us. It has been peaceful thus far, and Emoney was right in suggesting that we turn off our phones for today and enjoy each other's company. I'll have to do more unplugged days often for sho.
The Cared Spa looked regular from the outside, but once I walked in the glass doors, it was a whole different world inside. The noise from the city was left behind as soon as the door slammed behind me. There were dim lights, soft music, and the water trickling down the indoor water fountain, with the scent of lavender and eucalyptus filling the air. It was as if the air inside was telling me to relax and calm down almost instantly. I hadn't even had a treatment yet, and I was already feeling good.
I found this Spa last night on TikTok, and I came because they had everything you could dream of. There were saunas guaranteed to melt my stress away, cold plunge tubs that could make my body feel brand new, and massages and body scrubs to keep me feeling fresh.
Growing up, I always wanted to experience shit like this. I wanted to be married to a famous football player or even a man who plays for the Mets. My goals and dreams were beyond what I had, and that always bothered me. I think that's why I smoke so much.
But right now, life is good. That's why I haven't thought about smoking weed all day. That may also have something to do with me and Emoney staying away from everyone.
I begged Emoney to come to the Spa with me today, but she kissed me on the cheek, and said she had something "more important" to handle. I could tell that being able to spoil me was making her day. She was spending money left and right, and I hadn't seen that smile leave her face. Her smile felt good, and being spoiled felt even better, but she didn't understand that her presence would mean more to me now than anything. Especially since I was distracted the other day by someone else. Reminders of her are so, so needed right now.
I don't want to think about my experience with Crew at all, but it was so addicting that any time I closed my eyes, I saw Crew with his big ass dick in his hand watching me get my pussy eaten. The way he licked his lips, focused with his eyes, and pleased himself was such a turn on that I even thought about it when Emoney and I had sex last night. She was wondering what had gotten into me when I threw her down on the bed and started sucking her strap on dick as if she could physically feel it. That's because the whole time I was doing it, I was picturing it to be the man that I knew I had no business going there with. Shit, I shouldn't even be visualizing him, but I did it without trying.
"Hello, welcome to Cacred Spa. How can I assist you today?"
"I'm here to check into the all day experience. The one with every amenity included."
"Oh, okay. Let me get you checked in."
"What is your name?"
"I'm Pernelle, Jiminez."
The lady behind the counter seemed shocked, but I could tell that black women didn't often come through those doors for service. I mean, I can see why most women don't say the spa package I am receiving today is $1200. Hell, I would never be here if it wasn't for Emoney’s plot on Hov.
Once she got me completely checked in, I sat in the lobby, admiring the atmosphere because I'd promised Emoney that I wouldn't get distracted by my phone even with us being apart. I waited for about twenty minutes before I was called to the counter and given my robe and directions to go through the double door to the right, where the experience began.
