I wiped the tears off my face, put the test in the trash, and washed my hands. When I looked up at my reflection, I couldn’t even recognize myself anymore. I’d turned into a murderer and a liar. Hurting the people who loved me the most.
After drying my hands, I dragged my feet back into my bedroom. It was empty, void of any love or warmth without my husband. My eyes landed on my bed, the pillows being the only thing to keep me company at night. His scent was now faint, almost forgotten.
The image of his cold stare flashed before my eyes, causing me to cuddle myself.
I heard the sound of my alarm, and I froze—he was home. It had been almost a week since he made my brother take me home. The rational thing was for me to stay put in my room and maybe even play sleep, but the desperation in me had me running out of the room to find him.
I heard a sound coming from his man cave in the basement, so I headed down there to see him.
The door was partially closed, and I pushed it open silently just as he lifted his black t-shirt over his head. My eyes landed on the blood coming from his side.
My eyes widened, and my breathing stopped. He was hurt. I wanted to move, but I was scared. I hesitated.
“Shit,” he hissed and touched the spot.
“Makari, oh my god!” I screamed and rushed his way. His knuckles were bruised up too. I didn’t have to ask what happened because I knew. The whispers were true—the war had started and it was because of me!
“Makari, I’m sorry,” I cried and tried to touch him, but he stepped back from me. His silence louder than my sobbing.
“Please speak to me, I’m sorry, Makari.”
Still silence.
He gave me a look, like he was disappointed in me, shook his head, and went into his bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I jumped from the impact.
I thought I was helping by letting them know that it wasn’t his doing, but now I was seeing that I only made things worse!
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
TRINI COLEMAN
Ilooked at my phone and frowned when I saw it was Sony calling me. The only reason why I had that stupid nigga’s number was because Viper made us call him if we ever faced any trouble while doing our inspections. But since Havoc took over, I didn’t need to do that shit anymore and forgot to delete this fool’s number.
He really thought he was all that, when everyone knew he was only puffing out his chest because of who his dad was.
Rolling my eyes, I decided to answer just to let him know not to call my phone again.
“In case you didn’t get the memo, I no longer work under your dad anymore, so don’t call me again,” I said with an attitude, looking down at my nails.
“You might want to check which side you’re on, Trini.”
I frowned.
“And what is that supposed to mean? Everyone knows that I’m loyal to Havoc and his brother, for life.”
From the moment I met up with those brothers, I made a pledge that only death could take me away. Hell was gone now, but my loyalty to him stood.
Sony chuckled. I swear if he was in front of me, I would have slapped the hell out of him. There were many times this nigga tried it with me, knowing I couldn’t do shit about it because of his dad. Not anymore—now I was the boss!
“It’s funny you say that about Hell when you’re running around with the mothafuckers that killed him.”
My mouth dropped, and I stilled.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Sony?”
Havoc already told me that he found the young nigga that shot Hell. But once again, Sony was busy running his mouth about shit he didn’t know.
“Oh, you weren’t there that night at Sincere’s memorial, were you?” he asked. Now I was even more confused because what did that have to do with anything?
