Page 31 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

How dumb of me to really think she never gave a fuck about me. Shit’s so evident now… maybe because she’s clean. Maybe because it’s just us. But it’s too much for me. Especially if I wanna clear the air foreal.

“You know better than anybody the kind of life I lived, Snow. But, being young, I thought I could carry on being Luney in the streets, Rick at home, and Richard with you. Bitches ain’t ever meant shit to me, but a means to an end. That’s how I was taught and that’s how I operated, until you. Man… it wasn’t supposed to happen like that. Shit… after I fucked her, I stopped fucking anyone else. I tried to put the shit out of my head. Ain’t really want no one to know what I did. Damn sure couldn’t tell you.”

“Who else have you fucked that I know, Rico?”

I sigh. “Porscha.”

I look up when I hear her gasp. Somehow I knew, me fucking her friend would hurt way worse than me fucking Tiny.

“Wow,” she breathes. “You truly hated me.”

“Man, you know that’s not true Snow!” I lean forward, planting my hands on the bed. She scrambles back, and I fight not to let that affect me.

“Just the thought of you fucking with any other nigga got me fucked up. I’ve murked almost every nigga who ever touched you. Put them in the dirt. Put them there myself. The only reason Set not there is ‘cause I promised Fredo. And Cochise earned his life back. You’re the first and only woman I’ve cared about outside of my mama.”

“And yet you fucked my best friend!” she cries. “And I know the exact moment you did it, too… it was way before Set stepped to me, so there’s no excuse except you wanted to hurt me that badly. You burned me. You cheated. You isolated me from the only people who cared about me, by intimidation or, in her case, your dick. The ways you’ve hurt me, Rico… you couldn’t love me. If you did, then your version of love hurts.”

She dips her head and sniffles.

I want to tell her I come by it honestly, but I’ve done enough. I’ve laid myself bare, and I guess, now–

“I fucked Pooh.”

The air is sucked out of the room. My eyes lock on hers. They’re bloodshot, but still clear as day. Like the small smile on her lips.

“No you didn’t.”

She lowers her bottom to the heels of her feet. “Yes, I did.”

“You don’t even know him.”

“I do. I met him, and I fucked him.” She smiles fully. Victoriously.

But she’s lying. There’s no way she knows that nigga. No fucking way. For a reason.

Nan didn’t even know of her until I brought her here. Snow only knows what I told her about Pooh. There’s no way–

“He ate my pussy right there on the dining room table. The one in the Hundred Acre Wood, with the glass chandelier on top–”

“Stop–” My fingers dig into the bed. There’s no way… no way for her to know about that fuck ass place, in that fuck ass house. There’s no way–

“That gold cross dangling in my face as he pumped into me–”

“Snow–” She’s baiting me. She has to be. She wouldn’t do that. Not my Snow. Set, okay. But she wouldn’t fuck Pooh–

“The best part, was after,” she continues, driving the knife farther into my chest. “That nigga’s a trick. Gave me this beautiful eighteen karat gold bracelet. Must be an heirloom, because there’s something on the inside I can’t make out–”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I roar, jumping out of my seat. I pivot at the last second, grabbing my toppled chair and throwing as hard as I can against the wall.

This bitch fucked my father. And his bitch ass gave her one of my mother’s bracelets.

I guess there was something worse than her fucking Set.

When I turn back toward Snow, she’s cowering as far as she can away from me, holding onto my headboard.

“TE GUSTA ESTO?! TE GUSTA QUE ESTÉ ENOJADO?!” My head feels like it’s being split in two, and I’m sure I just busted a fucking stitch.

I gotta get out of here before I really do snap her neck.