“Everything okay?” Giselle asked, moving Heavy’s arms so she could settle across his lap.
“Yeah.” He nodded, reaching up and cuffing her neck gently.
“You want to get our babies and go home so we can get in bed?” Her dark eyes smoldered with lust.
“My house?”
“Home is wherever you are, Huey.”
Leaning forward, his mouth fused to hers before his tongue eased between her teeth.
“Let’s go,” he grumbled between kisses and nudged her from his lap. The two were almost to the door when Maisie stopped them.
“Uh uh, where the hell y’all going?”
“To grab the kids. We’re going home.” Giselle picked up a flute of champagne passing on a waiter’s tray and gulped it down.
“Fine, but don’t forget I’ll be by at ten tomorrow to pick you up, so we can start setting up for the block party,” Maisie reminded her.
“I won’t forget. Goodnight, y’all.” Giselle waved to the rest of the room, and Heavy pulled her along.
Gathering the twins and all their shit was a task, but within ten minutes they had them loaded into Heavy’s car outside, and some of the other guests were also beginning to pour out to leave. Giselle sighed after getting Harlee settled and slammed the car door. Heir whined a little in his seat but eventually slipped back into dreamland as Heavy made sure his seatbelt was secure.
“I just need a minute, G.” Alonzo’s voice left her spine tingling as her hand slipped off the handle to the passenger door.
Spinning slowly, she faced him, eyes wide, sobering up almost instantly. He stepped closer, which left her inching away.
Click-Clack.
“I see you a nigga who likes playing with his life,” Heavy growled.
Giselle had no idea how he got over to her side of the car so swiftly, but she took comfort in the barrel of the pistol pressed against Alonzo’s temple.
“There’s a restraining order against you. The hell are you doing here, Alonzo?”
“I just want to see the kids and get some closure.”
“Closure?” Giselle squinted. “With my kids? You got some fucking audacity! A couple of months ago, you didn’t give a fuck what happened to us when you robbed me blind and took everything from me. Now you want closure?”
“I deserve?—”
“You don’t deserve shit!” Heavy snatched him by the collar of his jacket. “Except a fucking bullet, but nah… I got something else in mind for you, player.”
“You think I’m scared of some fucking local thug?” Alonzo scoffed. “She left you because she didn’t want to sit in this little ass town, living a mediocre ass life. Giselle is a woman that’s too good for a place like this, and a nigga like you damn sure don’t deserve her. She’s the type of woman who will eventually grow bored with this shit. She’ll want more again.” Alonzo’s grin was wicked, triggering rage in both Heavy and Giselle. “Ain’t that right?”
“You don’t know shit about me, Alonzo. Only what I allowed you to see. Beyond that, you didn’t care to get to know me. Admit that. I wasn’t shit to you but a meal ticket.”
“That’s not true.”
“I don’t care!” Giselle threw her hands up and shut her eyes tight to tune him out. “It’s over. So, if you want a dose of thetruth… here it is.” She stepped into his space, making sure he heard every word while looking him dead in the face. “I never loved you. You never made me happy. You provided financial security, that was it. My life is full now. I have everything I ever wanted and some things I thought I’d never have. I’m not going to let you or anybody else take that from me either.”
“Heav, what’s going on?” Viggo questioned from near the exit. He’d stepped outside to bring the car around for Prischa and Pierre when he heard the commotion.
“Do me a favor,” Heavy requested.
“What’s that? And who the fuck is this?”
“My ex-husband,” Giselle informed him, tucking her arms across her chest.
