And I gave her space.
She needed it.
Needed Emily and Lil Zay.
Needed that soft energy around her that wasn’t built on control and blood.
I understood that.
If she wanted me…
She knew where I was in the house.
I stepped into my living suite instead.
Stripped down.
Shower running hot.
Let the water hit my shoulders, my neck, washing off the night, the conversations, the weight of what was coming. But Yuna stayed right there in my head.
“If she wants to be in my bed…”
I muttered low.
“…she will.”
CHAPTER 60
Zay
BACK IN LOS ANGELES…
“Gimmie that”
My grandfather’s office at his car lot in South Central already felt like a verdict before anybody spoke. My grandfather, Devon Laveau-Wells Sr., sat at the head of the wooden conference table.
Watching.
My father sat to the side, trying to look like he still had control of something.
I walked in and didn’t greet nobody.
Didn’t ask no questions.
Just pulled my chair out, sat down next to my grandfather, and leaned back. I was the one who told him to call this meeting. I wanted my father to know I was serious. I respected him more than my father. He was around and treated me like a son.
My grandfather spoke.
“I know everything that’s been going on, and I don’t like it. This family needs stability, not a shit show. And you’ve lost control of your house, Devon Jr.”
My father shifted in his seat immediately. “You don’t just hand my position over like it’s nothing!” he snapped.
I didn’t even look at him.
Just tapped my finger once against the table, slow, patient.
My grandfather didn’t react to his tone.
