Chapter Thirteen
Fatima rubbed her long legs together as she watched Case’s naked behind as he walked into the master bathroom. The sweat-drenched sheets clung to her body as she smiled seductively.
“Are you throwing in the towel? We’ve got years of lovemaking to catch up on,” Fatima whined as her lust-filled eyes enjoyed the view of his body. Case was a real man, a man’s man, somebody Fatima could hold on to when it felt as if she were grasping at straws in her own marriage. He provided security for her, because when she looked at him, she saw the man she made her son with. Being with Boomer’s father, no matter how temporary the relationship was, made Fatima feel better, as if she had taken less of a loss.
“I can’t keep up with you, girl. You going at it like we’re still seventeen,” Case said bashfully as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Being in Case’s presence made her feel alive after the death of Boomer. Fatima was living in a dream world, and sooner or later she would have to wake up.
She couldn’t wait until Macy was out of the picture. She had given herself to him fully for so many years, and it wasn’t until she learned of his betrayal that she strayed. Macy had put a hurting on Fatima, and only revenge would make her feel better. His death would be his own bad karma coming back at him. Macy had arrogantly thought he would get away with the murder of Boomer, but Fatima was going to make sure that he paid for his wrongdoing.
Fatima flipped over on her stomach and crawled to the edge of the bed. She reached for the remote and turned on the TV.
“You need some company in there?” she called out. She was ready to go for round three.
Case chuckled and shouted, “Come join me.”
She flipped the covers off to get out of the bed but stopped as her eyes scanned the television. Macy’s face was plastered all over it, and she quickly forgot about her sex session. Fatima turned up the volume as her heart began to speed up as she nervously heard the report.
“Case, get out here!” she yelled.
Case came out of the shower just as she was turning up the volume.
“Mayor Macy Sigel has been implicated in the murder of his son. He is wanted for questioning. The police have tried to locate Mayor Sigel, but his whereabouts are unknown. His wife, Fatima Sigel, is wanted for questioning... .”
“How do they know about him killing Boomer? Why am I wanted for questioning?” Fatima repeated in a panicked tone.
Case went to the TV and turned it off. “Don’t worry about that. He’s the mayor and he’s been MIA. This was inevitable. Just be cool,” Case stated. “They’ll find what they’re looking for. He’ll be in a landfill somewhere soon enough.”
“Then we will be okay. We can be together and the death of our son will be avenged,” Fatima stated.
Case gave her a skeptical look because he had no intentions of keeping Fatima around. Being with her was only fun when Macy was alive to disapprove of it. He was sexing the wife of his enemy. That fact alone made his dick hard, but the infatuation would be over as soon as Macy was dead.
“Listen, Tima... .”
Fatima noticed the look on his face and recognized the regretful tone of his voice. “Case?” she said with an attitude.
“I don’t want us to confuse sex with love,” Case stated.
Fatima curled her lip in anger. “Oh really?” she asked as she crossed her arms. “I’m not a child, Case. I’m a grown woman and I realize what we are doing. I don’t want to be around when your ship sinks anyway. You never know who might get to talking to the police. Once Macy’s dead, I’m cashing in the life insurance policy and getting out of this city.”
Knowing that women are emotional creatures, Case stopped himself from going off. Fatima didn’t know if she wanted to stay or go. She was obviously speaking out of anger. Case realized that letting Fatima down would not be a smart move for him. She had too much on him to let her go, especially on a bad note. There was no way that Case could leave a bad taste in Fatima’s mouth without her telling someone what she knew. Fatima could pin Macy’s murder on him, and Case was realizing that he would have to keep her close by in order to keep this secret under wraps.
“I’m not telling you to leave, Tima. I’m just saying let’s take it slow. I want you around. Matter of fact, it’s better for you if you stay,” Case said.
“Better for me,” she scoffed.
“Yeah. As long as you’re under me, I know you’re not talking recklessly to anyone. You’re more than welcome to cash in your little chips and leave, but if you go that route, I can’t guarantee your safety.”
“Are you threatening me?” she asked with wide eyes.
“I’m enlightening you,” he shot back as he threw on his clothes. Fatima gave him the evil eye as he finished dressing. “I’m going to be back in a few. Stay put.”
Fatima’s nostrils flared because she felt like Case was trying to play her. They could have been good together, but Case had mistakenly shown his cards. He didn’t care for her; this was a Clash of the Titans between Macy and Case. Fatima was just one of the spoils of war. The only reason he wanted her around was so that he could keep her in fear. Fear would keep her in check, but Fatima refused to be handled that way.
She got up from the bed and peered out of Case’s bedroom window just as Case pulled away from the condo. As soon as his car was no longer in sight, Fatima sprang to action. She was showered and dressed in less than twenty minutes, but when she went to grab her keys, she noticed that they were missing.
“Fuck. Where are they?” she whispered in frustration as she retraced her steps. “I know I’m not crazy. That muthafucka has my keys.”
Refusing to stay put, Fatima called a cab, hoping that it would arrive to pick her up before Case came back. She wasn’t explaining anything to anyone. Case didn’t want her; Macy had hurt her. Now she was out for self.