Deception (Tamia Luke) by Naomi Chase Read Free Book Online Page A

style the way he used to fuck you ?”
    When Tamia said nothing, Fiona laughed. “I know you have. And I also know you have every reason to worry about Brandon and Cynthia. They’re getting serious about each other. So serious that their parents have started planning their wedding.” Fiona paused, watching with satisfaction as the corners of Tamia’s mouth tightened. She’d gotten under her skin. Good.
    “If you want one last shot at getting Brandon back,” Fiona warned coolly, “you’d better keep your damn mouth shut about what really happened that night.”
    Tamia regarded her in silence for several moments, then slowly retraced her steps across the room. When she and Fiona stood face-to-face, Tamia asked very calmly, “Are you finished?”
    Fiona’s chin lifted in defiance. “Actually—”
    Quick as a striking snake, Tamia backhanded her across the face.
    Pain exploded inside Fiona’s head as she fell backward, landing hard on the floor. As another burst of pain shot up her spine, tears spurted from her eyes. She brought a hand to her burning cheek and stared up at her sister with a look of wounded disbelief.
    Tamia pushed her sunglasses off her face, then crouched down beside Fiona. She’d never seen her sister’s eyes filled with such hatred and fury.
    “Listen, bitch,” Tamia snarled, viciously grabbing a fistful of Fiona’s long hair and wrenching her head back. “After today, I don’t ever want to see your face again. Don’t call me, don’t try to visit me, don’t even speak my fucking name. Because as far as I’m concerned, you’re dead to me.”
    Fiona eyed her piteously, tears rolling down her face. “But we’re sisters—”
    “ Sisters don’t use and betray each other,” Tamia spat venomously. “ Sisters don’t let each other take the blame for their crimes. And sisters sure as hell don’t put out hits on each other.”
    Fiona whimpered as Tamia’s ruthless grip tightened on her hair. “I know you showed up at the club last night and acted a damn fool when you got turned away. So let me repeat myself since your ass is stuck on stupid. You and I aren’t sisters anymore. Got that? I want absolutely nothing to do with you. If I catch you anywhere near me again, I’ma fuck you up, then call the police on your stalker ass. If you think I’m playing, just try me.”
    Fiona cried out as Tamia gave her hair one last vicious yank, then slid her sunglasses back into place and rose to her feet.
    “What the hell’s going on out here?” asked a slurred voice.
    Fiona and Tamia glanced across the living room. Dude from the club stood there butt naked, eyes bloodshot, nappy dreadlocks hanging to his shoulders.
    He looked Tamia up and down, lewdly admiring her big breasts and ass. “Dayuum!” he exclaimed, licking his lips as he stroked his short, fat dick. “You fine as hell , baby. Did she bring you here for me?”
    Tamia peered at him over the top of her shades, then rolled her eyes in disgust and muttered, “Nigga, please.”
    As she sauntered out the front door, he stared after her departing ass. “Dayuum,” he repeated, glancing down at Fiona for the first time. “Was that your sister ?”
    She glared at him, trembling with pain and outrage. “Get out.”
    He frowned at her. “What’d you say?”
    “I said GET OUT!” Fiona screamed, lunging to her feet and charging toward him with tightly balled fists.
    He backed away, holding up his hands as he eyed her incredulously. “Wait a minute. Why you trippin’ just ’cause I said your sister’s fine?”
    “You dumb motherfucker!” Fiona raged, following him into her bedroom. “I don’t give a damn about that! I just want you to get your shit and get the fuck outta my house! NOW !”
    Calling her all kinds of a crazy bitch, he hurriedly threw on his clothes and grabbed his stash of weed, then bounced.
    After he left, Fiona ran to the kitchen and flung open the cabinets and drawers. They were bare as a bone, not even a