Other than the reflection from the moon casting a light through a small opening in the curtains, Zac's bedroom was pitch black. Fatima quietly closed the bedroom door behind her and took a sip of the water she desperately needed while she cautiously moved about, remembering the room's layout that way she wouldn't bump into anything that might cause Zac to wake up.
buuzzzz..
She jumped a little at the sound of his phone vibrating against the hard nightstand. It didn't take long for her mind to battle with the thought of tipping over and tapping the his phone's screen. Who the fuck is trying to contact him at 6 in the morning? she asked herself.
buuzzzz..
She was close enough now to see it wasn't a phone call but a text message. Fatima just rolled her eyes, assuming it had to be his wife. No business of mine, she tells herself before rejoining Zac in bed and as soon as she worked her way back into a comfortable position, his arms wrapped around her body.
"You okay?" his muffled, raspy voice whispered in her ear. "Mhm" she hummed in quick response, interlocking her fingers on top of his and within seconds, his calm snoring resumed in her ear. She didn't mind it at all. Oddly, it was one of the many things she missed when they were together. How close they needed to be to each other. His touch and affection spoiled her.
buuzzzz..
Fatima let a breath out through her nose, releasing her frustration but she didn't think about saying a word and before long, she drifted back to sleep.
A few hours later
"So it's a tracker is what you're saying? Zac asked as El Fuego typed something in on his laptop. "Yeah" he nodded, "That's exactly what I'm saying and it was placed on your vehicle...." he typed a few more things and waited for whatever response the sequence he typed would give.
"Christmas day, about 4:30 pm"
Zac shook his head, already knowing how it got there. "You can keep this. If there's any chance you know who planted it, take they ass to court" El Fuego said as he sat the small black rectangle box on the coffee table.
"Yeah that's what Fatima told me I should do"
"Listen to her. She's smart" El Fuego smiled as he got up from his seat on the sofa. He and Zac shook hands while Zac thanked him for doing this favor for him and Fatima joined them as Zac walked him to the door. "Alright Ti! Be good" he hugged her, kissing the top of Fatima's head. "What do I owe you Dion?" she asked feeling like the little/big sister around him like she always did.
"Some fried chicken" he laughed but was serious and Fatima knew it. She laughed with him as Zac opened the door, thanking him again before he left.
"A tracker. This is new, even for her" Zac said as he closed and locked the door but when he turned around, Fatima was already back in the livingroom. Zac sighed and made his way to where she sat. He knew as much as she wanted to be here, he knew it bothered her.
"What's on your mind?" he asked taking the empty beside her. "Nothing. What time are you going to the club"? Zac made note of her quick switch but answered anyway "In the next hour and a half. You know you can come with me if you want", he replied
"Okay" she plainly says, looking at the food channel
"Fatima, you been quiet all day. Talk to me" Zac says wanting all of her attention. She looked at him, not wanting to ask the question that burned a hole in her chest the more he held it in. "Why is she texting you at 6 in the morning?"
Zac looked at her confused but he knew who the she Fatima referred to was. He hadn't heard from Noelle since she popped up at Fatima's house Christmas night. He tried calling her multiple times to ask what the fuck her thought process was when she pulled that shit but he wasn't able to reach her. Going to that house wasn't an option either. He gave up and resulted he would just have to handle it if she ever decided to resurface.
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𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳. (completed)
Fanfic"I see you walk around like your feet don't hurt, shawty just cold like the heat don't work"
