Page 59 of A Major Love

“Aye, man. You sound crazy as hell. I’ve never met you a day in my life.”

“A lot has changed over the years. How’s Freya?”

I frowned because this shit was getting weird. Not only did he seem to know me, but he also knew my sister.

“How do you know my sister? Stop fucking playing with me and tell me who the fuck you are.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know Freya as well as I’d like. You ruined it before I had the chance. In fact, you fucked up my whole life. My face was unrecognizable from the injuries I sustained at your hands. After my stint in juvie, my mind was fucked up too. The shit that happens in there will make the strongest person want to end it all, but I survived and fought that urge . . . for this moment right here.”

I didn’t take my eyes off him as he spoke, and the longer I stared and listened, it all came back to me. If the man in front of me was Dontrell Laney, I had a lot of questions.

“Dontrell?” I finally spoke.

“I knew it wouldn’t take long for my old friend to remember me. I had to have a lot of work done because of how badly you beat me. How do I look?”

“Muthafucka!” I shouted, charging toward him.

I got close enough to grab the front of his shirt, but two sets of hands were on my shoulders, pulling me away.

“Calm down, man. He’s not worth it,” Brax warned.

“Yes, please. Calm down. I went through a lot of trouble to get you here today,” Dontrell said.

“If I get my hands on you, I promise you will die today,” I spat.

“My only purpose in life for the past fourteen years has been to find a way to make you feel a semblance of the pain I felt. Dying doesn’t scare me, Major. I’d go down in history as the reason your boxing career started and ended. That’s not too bad for a guy who came from nothing and spent four years in juvie before his life had a chance to get started.”

“You deserved more than that, bitch-ass nigga.”

“I’ve hated you since the day we met because your life seemed perfect compared to mine. You had everything I wanted:parents who loved you, a little sister who looked up to you, girls fighting over you, and friends who wanted to be like you. You had it all. The first time you invited me to your house, I felt like I was home, and everyone treated me like I belonged. I got comfortable being in your space and really started to think I was a part of your family.

“I thought I could chill at your place with Freya until you got home, but when she told me I had to wait outside, I was confused. I was a part of your family and should’ve been able to come and go as I pleased. My confusion turned into disappointment, and that turned into anger. I don’t know what came over me, but Freya had to pay for making me feel unwelcome.”

“Fuck you and your sob story. Am I supposed to have sympathy for you?” I questioned, doing my damnedest to keep my anger at bay.

“It took me years to decide how I wanted to get back at you . . . to show you that at any moment, life can go from sugar to shit. You earn a living by being strong and powerful, so I knew I couldn’t hurt you physically. Physical scars fade away with time, but your mind never forgets.”

“Instead of coming to me like a man, you go after the women in my life. You’re a weak, sorry excuse of a man.” I was fuming.

“How often do you think about the moment you caught me on top of Freya, with her dress pushed up to her neck, her little pink panties torn off her body, my fingers caressing her untouched pussy, and her newly sprouted breasts in my mouth?”

“Muthafucka!” I growled, rushing toward him again, but this time, I didn’t get close enough to touch him because Brax and Jrue grabbed me.

I fought them, but together, they were stronger than I thought, and I couldn’t free myself from their grasp.

“Aye, if y’all don’t let me beat his ass, prepare for me to beat yours,” I barked.

“We can’t let you catch a murder charge,” Jrue said as he and Brax put some distance between Dontrell and me.

I’d never been in a situation that required Brax and Jrue to stop me from hurting someone. I kept a low profile, rarely went out, and minded my business. I knew the power behind my punches and never wanted to use them unless I was in the ring. Today, that would change.

“I’m pretty much done here, but before our little reunion comes to an end, I want you to picture my dick in Dynastie’s mouth, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. She should give out lessons because her head game is stellar. Did you ever think the same man who almost took your baby sister’s innocence would be the same man?—”

“Argh!” I literally growled as I used all my strength to break out of the hold my best friends had on me.

I pounced on Dontrell, knocking him to the floor and landing on top of him. My fists hit his face repeatedly with so much force that I could hear bones cracking. My boys pulled me off him and had to drag me through the condo and out the door.

Once in the hallway, they released me too soon, and I would’ve gone back inside had I not heard Dynastie calling my name.