The Truck Driver

Get Back and Fetish Discovery

@zaharags2 you commented Tank has a breeding fetish, well this chapter is dedicated to you boo. Some of y'all comments inspires me.

Coco sat in her car, engine idling as she tapped her long acrylic nails against the steering wheel. A whole month had passed, but the rage in her chest hadn't cooled one bit. If anything, it had only gotten worse. Darling had gone about her life like nothing happened—like she hadn't shattered Kayla's peace, like she hadn't made Tank lose his mind, like she hadn't disrespected Auntie Sherri.

Tanya had done her part and let her know exactly where Darling was—posted up at some little café with Yasmin like she didn't have a beatdown coming.

Coco cracked her neck, flexing her fingers. Bitch thought it was sweet.

She stepped out of the car, adjusting her gold hoops as she made her way toward the café's patio seating. She spotted Darling immediately, sitting with Yasmin, sipping on a mimosa like her world hadn't been rocked just a month ago. Her nose had healed, makeup flawless, outfit put together. She was back to her usual routine, her usual arrogance.

But Coco was about to remind her that some things couldn't be swept under the rug.

Darling's eyes flicked up just in time to see Coco coming, and she barely had a second to react before Coco snatched the drink out of her hand and tossed it to the side.

"The fuck—"

Before Darling could finish, Coco's hand connected with her face—open palm, disrespectful, making her whole head snap to the side. Yasmin gasped, scrambling out of her seat, but Coco wasn't worried about her.

"I told you I was gone see you again, BITCH," Coco sneered, grabbing a handful of Darling's hair and snatching her out of her seat.

"Get the fuck off me, Coco!" Darling screeched, trying to swing, but Coco was too quick. She dodged easily before landing a clean punch to Darling's stomach, making her fold.

"Ohhh, you ain't got all that mouth now?" Coco taunted, dragging her into the open space between tables. People gasped, phones came out, but Coco didn't care. She wanted everyone to see.

Yasmin was screaming, trying to pull them apart, but Coco snatched away, shoving Darling back so hard she stumbled.

"You thought that shit at the gender reveal was funny, huh?" Coco taunted. "Thought you was cute making my cousin-in-law cry? Thought you was real bold trying to embarrass her in front of everybody?"

Darling caught her breath, trying to fix her hair, but Coco wasn't done.

"Bitch, do you know what you did to my cousin?" Coco's voice wavered with rage. "Do you know Tank damn near lost his mind trying to get to Kayla after you pulled that shit? Do you know how Auntie Sherri felt putting your trifling ass out?"

Darling wiped blood from her lip, glaring. "I don't give a fuck—"

Wrong answer.

Coco lunged again, tackling Darling to the ground. Fists flew as she got on top of Darling.

"This is for Kayla, you miserable bitch," Coco growled, landing blow after blow. "For my baby cousin. For my cousin. For my auntie. You don't fuck with my family and walk away unscathed."

Yasmin screamed for security, but it was too late. The damage was done.

By the time Coco let up, Darling was curled in on herself, her hair askew, face bloodied and swollen. Coco adjusted her rings, standing tall as she looked down at her.