RedBone 2 by T. Styles

probably looked. She’s prettier than me. Much prettier. He’s going to run off with her. Have a few babies. Maybe even buy a house and get married.
    “You are a sexy bitch,” Slade said to Coconut. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”
    Farah was just about to step to them both when Mia grabbed Farah softly by her arm and whisked her into the kitchen. “What is up with you, Farah? You all bug-eyed and shit.”
    “Did you hear that?” She looked at Slade. “He said he couldn’t wait to make her his wife.”
    Mia frowned and looked over at them. She saw a totally different picture. Slade looked like he was verging on suicide, and Coconut was talking to Della. If Mia had to be the judge, the last thing on Slade’s mind was fucking with Coconut. “I don’t know what you thought you heard, Farah, but he definitely didn’t say none of that shit.”
    “He like her, don’t he?” Her wild eyes rolled over them. “She’s cuter than me.” She looked at Mia. “Look at how clear her skin is.” She looked down at her hands. “I look a mess.”
    “I don’t know what the fuck is going on in your head right now, but it’s the wrong time to be acting up. Keep your cool with this bitch, Farah.”
    When Farah looked out into the living room again, Coconut smiled at her, but it was softer than the looks she’d given her in the past. Was she not mad at her anymore? She smelled a snake.
    “I don’t like this shit,” Farah told her.
    “Me either,” Mia admitted. “She got something up her sleeve, but I don’t know what just yet.”
    “Well, why did y’all let her in? You know I can’t stand that bitch. Plus earlier tonight, Knight approached me outside because of what happened to Rhonda at her baby shower. The last thing I need is her running her mouth about me.”
    Mia frowned. “What Knight wants with you?”
    Farah sighed. “My life.” She shook her head. “Has anyone heard from Chloe?”
    “Not yet,” she said softly. “And just so you know, I didn’t let that sneaky bitch in here. Your grandmother did. In her mind it’s once a friend, always a friend, no matter how hard they stab you in the face.”
    “This is not good.” Farah shook her head. “She wants something.”
    “Outside of what you believe her reason is, why do you say that?”
    Farah looked into her sister’s eyes. There was something she didn’t hide from her, just neglected to say. When she was ready she whispered, “She knows I hit Knox, Mia. She doesn’t know his name, but she thinks I killed a man when I ran into him with my car. If it comes out today, I’m going to die. Did you see the look in that old bitch’s eyes?” When they looked at Della she was staring in their direction. “She won’t go away until she digs his body up from the grave.”
    Mia shook her head. “I’m not even going to worry about all that. Shadow and I don’t make no mistake when it comes to hiding bodies.”
    “Where do you put them?”
    “The less you know the better,” Mia said. “Besides, I don’t want you writing about it in them books of yours.” She looked over her. “You are going to stop writing in journals, right?”
    “Of course,” she told her, scratching her skin.
    “Farah, I’m serious!” She pointed in her face. “If Killa would’ve found the journal instead of the phone, it could’ve gone worse. Your diary writing days are over.”
    “I’m done, Mia. I promise.”
    “Good. And don’t worry about them finding Knox. We’ve been burying mothafuckas since we were kids. If they find any bones, they won’t belong to him.”
    “I hope you’re right, because somebody snapped a picture of me and Knox and handed it to me,” Farah murmured. “I didn’t tell you this, but I met him before he came over the day I killed him. I accidently hit him with my car.”
    Mia’s eyebrows rose.
    “I got scared because he was all bruised and bloodied, and I was texting. I didn’t want to go to jail,” Farah cried. “So I