“Hi, Amethyst,” I replied. “You ready to go, baby?”
“Yeah, let’s go check on my brother and his fiancée’s attack Parrots.” He stood, stepped back, and then put his hand out for me to take. I put my hand in his, and he helped me up. “Ay, you look pretty as fuck.”
“I’m wearing a sports bra and your boxer briefs.” I looked down at my clothes, then up at him.
“I know, but I love seeing you in my clothes,” he said, then kissed me again. “Go put on some ball shorts so we can go.” He smacked my ass then licked his lips.
“Keep looking at me like that, and those damn attack Parrots, as you call them, won’t eat for a few more hours,” I laughed as I walked away, shaking my head.
I threw on a pair of shorts, some Crocs, grabbed my purse, and made my way to the garage to find Amethyst waiting. He helped me into the car, started it, then drove out of the garage, careful not to pull off until after the door closed.
“Alright, so Pyrite talked to Fable about this earlier, and I need to talk to you about it too,” Amethyst said as he drove. He picked up our intertwined hands, kissed the back of my hand, and then rested them in his lap.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s about Diara,” he said, and I nodded.
“Okay.”
“We found out that Javien Jr. is Destyn’s father,” he replied, and my face twisted in confusion. “He was the one who raped her and posted the video to the dark web.”
“How do you know?”
“He told Pyrite and Xoey,” Amethyst said, shaking his head. I watched him as he drove and could see the veins bulging in his neck. “Apparently, before the engagement party, he confessed to them some shit. The one he bragged about the most was being Destyn’s daddy.”
“Does Diara know?”
“Nah,” he denied, shaking his head. “Pyrite and Xoey held the information close to the vest while Pyrite put some shit in motion.”
“Like?”
“He had Morning looking into the claims and was going to tell us about it at the party, but then everything went left.”
“So, he’s not one hundred percent certain that Javien Jr. is Destyn’s father? He could’ve just been saying shit.”
“I was thinking the same thing, but Pyrite got some hair from Fable’s brush and had it tested. The DNA results came back saying she was his aunt.”
“Shit,” I said, shaking my head. “He’s been here for the last year playing for Pyrite and close to Diara.”
“Right,” he said, nodding. “Watching her, nigga even held Destyn a few times from what I can remember. He’s sick as fuck.”
“So, what’s the next step?” I asked, feeling bad for Diara, Destyn, and Fable. I knew that Fable and Diara had forged a friendship over the last few months. There was no telling if they’d be able to move past this. Yes, everything happened before Fable was in the picture, but I don’t know if Diara would be able to look at her friend knowing that she was also her rapist’s sister.
“I don’t know,” he answered. “Fable didn’t take it well, and no one has told Diara yet. She’s focused on Destyn getting better. This might be too much for her right now.”
“What about Xoey? Where does this leave her?” Xoey was close to both Diara and Fable, and she was always Destyn’s Godmother.
“I don’t know, baby,” he replied. “Right now, we are focused on finding Tank and Robert. We talked to Xia and Xayne earlier, and they said leave the Xoey situation to them.”
“Are y’all?” I asked. I knew the Stone brothers well enough to know they weren’t just going to sit on the sidelines and wait.
“Kind of,” he chuckled. “Gift said let him handle it.”
“Gift handling Xoey’s situation, Morning handling Diara’s, and Four handling Corinthians?” I sighed and shook my head. “Something is telling me that this is going to be bloody as hell.”
“It probably is,” he said. I looked out the window and watched the traffic pass us. “Everyone is going to be on edge and trigger-happy until we get the answers we are looking for.”
“I know,” I said, nodding. “I want you to be careful, Amethyst.”
