“Uber,” I answered, and he shook his head. “You can’t take me.”
“Why?” His lips brushed mine, but he didn’t kiss me. “You scared of someone seeing us?”
“No,” I answered softly.
“Then why?”
The truth was, I didn’t really want to leave him. Last night was everything I expected it to be, plus more, but I also knew that it shouldn’t have happened. I was never going to be able to getAmethyst out of my system. I was still craving his touch, and we were touching. If someone in Grant’s family saw us, they would know immediately, and I couldn’t let that happen.
My Uber honked to let me know they were waiting, but I didn’t move.
“I need to go,” I softly said, and Amethyst gave me a lop-sided smile. “I’m serious.”
“Then go,” he said, and started to let my throat go, but I held his hand in place. He lifted his brow in surprise and shook his head. “You can’t have it both ways.”
“Kiss me,” I demanded instead of acknowledging what he said. I knew I couldn’t, but I wasn’t ready to admit that out loud. Amethyst’s mouth brushed against mine before he pulled me into a soul-stirring kiss.
Amethyst ended the kiss, licked his lips, then stepped back and opened the door. I freely took him in, only stopping momentarily to look at his dick pushing against his shorts before turning to leave the house. He followed me down the stairs and opened the door to the Uber, and I got in. Before he closed the door, he bent down and smiled.
“I wasn’t playing about what I said last night,” he said, then kissed me again. He ended the kiss, closed the door, tapped the roof of the car twice, then walked back to the house. I sat back in my seat, hot in the ass and confused as to what he was referring to.
Twenty minutes later, I was getting out of the Uber and walking to the front door of Luther’s house. I rang the doorbell and waited. Even after all these years, I still acted like a visitor, never getting comfortable enough to want to be a part of the family because I wasn’t. My connection was a business deal to save the man I loved.
“Took you fucking long enough,” Quincy said, answering the door.
“You said it was an emergency,” I replied, not caring about his attitude. “Is someone hurt? Why are we meeting here and not at the hospital?”
“Ain’t no reason to be at the hospital,” he replied, shaking his head. “Pop called an emergency family meeting, and that includes you.” He mugged me before letting me in. I shook my head and followed him into the house and to the living room, where the rest of his family was waiting. I was grateful that no one was hurt, but I also didn’t need to be here.
I took a seat in the corner of the room and watched as Luther paced in the front of the room. It took everything in me not to laugh at him because I always thought he was overdramatic. I was accustomed to it because he was a pastor, and he usually turned it off when he was around family. However, seeing him now looking stressed had me on high alert.
“From here on out, we move together,” Luther declared, looking around the room. His eyes stopped briefly on me before he turned his attention to the rest of the people in the room. “We need answers, and we will get them.”
“Any word on Shelly?” Quincy asked. He looked over at me as he dropped his hand on Grant’s shoulder and shook his head. “This shit is left field.”
“Not yet,” Luther answered. “I plan to go talk to her. I called the doctor in, but he isn’t answering. I’m going to make a visit when I leave here.”
“You need someone to ride?” he asked, and Quincy nodded. “Yale and I can go.”
“What?” I questioned, and everyone turned to look at me. It was only then that I saw that Grant’s eyes were red and filled with tears.
“Yeah,” Luther answered, and I took my eyes off Grant to look at him. “You and Yale can go. It’s about time she sees howthe business is run.” Luther put his hands in his pockets and smirked. “You have a problem with that, Yale?”
“It doesn’t matter if she does, Pop,” Quincy answered before I could. “She’s a part of this family; it’s time she starts acting like it.” He said something to Grant, who nodded, then stood. “Let’s go, Yale.”
I looked at Grant to see if he would object, and I raised my brow. When he turned his head, I shook mine and turned to Luther. “I need to speak to Grant first,” I said as I stood.
“You can speak to him when we get back,” Luther said, shaking his head. “He’s dealing with something personal right now and needs a moment.”
“Something personal and needs a moment?” I repeated, and Luther nodded. “I’m his wife, what is he dealing with that I can’t know?”
“Everyone out,” Luther announced, and everyone but me, Luther, and Quincy remained.
“Listen, Yale,” Luther said as he approached me. “I let you get away with a lot of shit because of your marriage to Grant, but you are pushing your luck right now.”
“My luck?” I laughed. “I didn’t even want to be-”
“But you are!” Quincy yelled as he cut me off, stepped into my personal space, and looked down at me. “Or have you forgotten? You fucking are!” He mugged me then smirked. “If you want out, let me know, and I’ll make the calls to let everyone know our deal is off and that precious best friend of yours is dead.” Quincy laughed, then grabbed my chin to make me look at him. “You don’t run shit! We let you live. Let that nigga live! Stop fucking thinking you are more than a bitch we decided to keep.”
