Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed some people moved from behind me and stood over with Viper. Most of them were Hell’s friends who chose to follow me after Sincere handed it over to me. They were buying the bullshit Sony was feeding them. The rest stayed where they were, but by now, half were standing with me and the other half, against me.
“Fuck this shit,” Shakur said before pulling his gun, which made everyone else do the same.
“Stay behind me,” I instructed Kairi as I pushed her behind me and pulled my shit too.
Whooop! Whoop!
Red and blue lights suddenly flashed, and we all hid our guns as cops slowly approached.
“Do we have a problem?” one of the officers asked.
“No problem, Officer, we’re just coming out of an event,” Viper said, pointing at the recreational center behind me that still had a picture of Sincere out front. “We were just leaving.”
Sony looked over at me with a triumphant smile on his face.
“See you soon,” he mouthed before walking away with his father and half of my fucking crew!
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
KAIRI SANCHEZ-MOORE
A FEW NIGHTS LATER
“Damn,” I sighed as I stared down at the positive pregnancy test. My hands shook and my breathing shortened. Fear hit me and rattled my body.
This couldn’t be happening!
I thought I would be happy, but I was scared. Scared because things were a mess with my husband, and scared because I’d also started a war.
A joyous moment had been scarred. I was pregnant. This couldn’t have come at a worse time! I knew it, but I’d hoped that, considering all that was happening, the Lord wouldn’t let it be so.
Instantly, my mind ran on Makari’s response. Would he tell me to get rid of it? Or worse, would he allow me to birth them only for him to take them away from me?
I closed my eyes as the tears rolled down my face.
How the hell was I pregnant for my husband who wanted nothing to do with me? I knew there was no way I could tell him.To him, I was the damn devil in the flesh. I could feel his hatred every time he walked past me.
I thought for one moment, the night of Sincere’s memorial, that we might have had a chance to at least talk. His eyes softened when he looked at me that night. I could see the internal battle he was having, displayed on his face, but he wasn’t as cold as he’d been.
That night, I made it up in my mind to talk to him on the way home. I just wanted him to hear me out and know that it really was a terrible accident. Plus, I wanted him to know that I suspected I could be pregnant. After the marathon of sex we had on our honeymoon, I would have been surprised if I wasn’t pregnant! But I never got the chance.
When Sony revealed he knew about what happened to Hell, I knew right then that River told him. All that did was make yet another thing that my husband didn’t know about. After I saw her at the store, I wanted to tell Makari, but he refused to speak to me, but now it was out. Out for everyone around to see.
I knew those who walked away with Sony hurt Makari. Since then, I’d been hearing rumors and whispers about war breaking out in the streets over it.
Some were really convinced that Makari got rid of Hell so that Sincere would pick him. While those who really knew him knew that Sincere never had his eyes on Hell to begin with. But it was the others who walked away that bothered Makari the most.
After Sony and that crew left, I broke down and told everyone the truth. I just couldn’t have them believing that it had anything to do with Makari. Shakur didn’t say anything; he just stood there looking at me like I had three heads.
The guilt ate away at me, knowing I hid it from him, too. My demons had been exposed.
After that, Makari made my brother take me home, and he left with Oblique. That was the last time I saw him. His phonewas off, and he wasn’t coming home anymore. Shakur yelled at me the whole ride home, asking me how I could have been so stupid, and I wondered that myself.
Now, to make matters even worse, my ass was pregnant.
How could things go from sugar to shit in the blink of an eye? Maybe none of this would have happened if I had just stayed away from Havoc to begin with. This all started because I wanted revenge. My mama had told me that hate had a way of turning on you if we weren’t careful, and I didn’t listen.
This was my karma, and I had no choice but to accept it.
