Click-clack!Giselle heard the gun cock as a bullet entered the chamber. She watched the barrel of the chrome 9-millimeter press into Alonzo’s temple. He didn’t release her, but he stopped moving and breathing simultaneously.
“Let her go,” Heavy growled, arm steady with the pistol against Alonzo’s head, daring him to try something.
His hand slowly slipped from around Giselle’s neck and to his side before he took a couple of steps back.
“You already got my kids around another man?”
“Not just another man. Their father,” Giselle corrected him.
Fear flickered behind Alonzo’s gaze when it locked on Heavy. He hadn’t budged. Nigga looked like a weapon with a weapon the way his golden bronze arm flexed, holding his gun. Throwing his hands up, Alonzo laughed lightly.
“That’s why you came back here? For some low-level thug?”
Heavy aimed at his feet and fired a round.
“The fuck?” Alonzo looked like he was polka dancing, trying to avoid the bullet ricocheting and hitting him.
“Next time, I won’t miss,” Heavy vowed.
“I suggest you call your lawyer, Giselle. I’m sure he’ll be receiving that paperwork. See you in court.” Alonzo knew better than to give Heavy his back, so he backtracked until he was on the porch, and Giselle went to slam the door behind him.
Heavy dropped the gun at his side and walked toward her. Reaching past, he looked through the small window to make note of the car Alonzo was driving and trying to catch his licenseplate. Turning the lock, he turned to Giselle who paced behind him while calling Malcolm.
“Giselle.” He sighed the minute he picked up.
“Malcolm, what is going on? Alonzo was just here?—”
“I know. I’m working on it. I was going to call you after speaking to the judge and dealing with his attorneys.”
“What the hell is this? What is he trying to do?”
“He wants joint custody of the kids. He is still on record as their father according to the state of Kansas.”
“He’s not getting anywhere near my kids! He just came here and put his hands on me!”
“Listen, I need you to calm down. I’m driving down tomorrow, so we can strategize.”
“I have a strategy. Their real father is here.’
“That’s good.” Malcolm perked up. “He needs to get his own legal counsel and go to the court to petition for his rights. He’ll have to submit to a DNA test as well. Once that’s established, we can have Alonzo’s rights terminated. You should also go to the police and let them know you want a restraining order. Set up a timeline. Alonzo won’t be able to do anything until he sees a judge.”
“Find out what happened with him and Esti. Something else is up.” Giselle ran her fingers through her hair, still wearing a hole in the floor as Heavy watched her.
“I’ll see you sometime tomorrow,” Malcolm told her before hanging up.
Her pulse raced as she gripped her phone at her side, and she suddenly couldn’t stop shaking. Growing dizzy, she lowered herself to the bench in the hall and rocked a little.
“He’s trying to get access to my kids. I can’t let that happen.” She shook her head adamantly.
“It ain’t fucking happening.” Heavy tucked the pistol behind his waist. “Go pack some shit for you and the kids for a few days,” he instructed.
Giselle didn’t question his orders. She hopped up like she was on fire to get her and her babies together. Heavy made a few calls while loading all their shit into his truck and wrapping Heir and Harlee up tight before taking them from the house to the car. Giselle slipped into more casual attire, pink tights with a long-sleeved pink and whiteK. Bridgesshirt and matching trainer sneakers. She’d discovered the designer while scrolling some other stuff, but her products were dope, so she had a lot of her casual line.
“Well, are you okay?” Maisie asked as Giselle trekked down the porch and sidewalk toward Heavy’s car parked on her curb.
With Alonzo now lurking in unknown parts, she couldn’t help how her eyes darted around in paranoia. Heavy finished buckling Heir in his seat when Giselle approached the passenger side of his truck.
“Yeah. We’re fine.” Giselle sighed when he reached for the duffel bag in her hand that she’d packed for herself. “Shit just threw me off on top of everything else.” He opened her car door for her, and she hopped into the warm leather of the passenger seat.
