Kong planted a kiss on the space between her breasts and gradually lowered Ayla to the ground. He grabbed a towel and her Dove soap to wash her off. The way he handled her with care and his silence left mixed feelings orbiting in her chest. Her stomach clenched in a cold, icy knot, and she turned to face him.
“This is it, right? It’s over?” she asked, voice shaky as she looked at him through a blur of tears.
“I can’t suck you any further into my world than you already are, baby.” Each word from his lips felt like a thorn digging into her heart.
With all the emotions that came welling up, she found it difficult to breathe as her eyes frantically looked around.
“Ayla—”
“Leave, please,” she begged, taking a step back when he tried to move in to comfort her.
His heart sank at the same time his stomach hollowed. She wouldn’t even look at him. Kong let himself out of the shower, and with a heavy heart, she watched him go. When he got dressed and closed the door behind him, she broke. Crashing against the shower wall, she sank to the floor. With her knees against her chest, face crumpled in agony, she watched the water circle the drain.
“You ready to admit you in a relationship with me now or what?” Mozzi looked Coast’s way as he wheeled his whip up the driveway to his house.
Moose wasn’t far behind him for security purposes. While his family had a crew of men they fed, he knew nobody would watch his back like his motherfucking brothers. Sucking her teeth, she examined her nails, thinking about a fill in her near future.
“When you ready to admit you haven’t cut off contact with your little fan club for a reason,” she rebutted.
“Is that what you need me to do? You want to see me pop all they asses in the head?”
“I’ll take an arm or a leg.” Coast cut her eyes in his direction.
Mozzi slowed his vehicle on the gravel road until he arrived on the black tar driveway to his garage doors. A flicker of green glittered behind his brown eyes, and his dick stretched against his thigh. Coast spied his engorgement and shook her head.
“You’re sick.”
“I’m sick, but you want me out here shooting bitches just to prove my love.” Mozzi snorted, leaning forward and hugging the wheel as he hit the button to the remote on his visor and lifted his garage door.
Arching forward in her seat, Coast’s lips parted. A black 2026 Jeep Wrangler was parked facing them with hot pink interior and a hot pink bow tied around it. It came with doors, but Mozzi had them removed for now. Coming to a slow stop a few feet from the open garage door, he threw his car in park, and Coast turned to him.
“Oh, my God! Where is my Jeep?” she asked, peering around.
“Don’t worry. Bee said it could sit in her garage with Iggy’s old whip.”
“I can’t believe you bought me a car!” She jumped into his lap across the seat and kissed his juicy lips.
After the initial one, she planted quick ones over and over with her arms locked around his neck.
“Thank you!”
Mozzi fished her keys out of his pocket and slid the fob to her.
“Just be careful when you out here. I’m getting you a strap. I want to take you out to the range so you can practice shooting too. I heard you already got a little skill when it comes to that.”
Coast tittered and kicked her feet. Mozzi leaned in, dick stiffening under her soft behind resting in his lap and kissed her neck before taking a whiff of her skin.
“You should quit working too.”
“What are you talking about?” Coast pulled away and looked him in his face.
“I’m just saying. Whatever you need, I got you. You said you wanted to go back to school.” He rested his hand on her thigh. “Plus, I got you something else.”
Reaching into the back seat, he retrieved a brown bag with the Vintage Vault logo on the side and held it up for her. A curious frown took over Coast’s pretty face as she reached for it.
“Tell me we in a relationship,” Mozzi ordered, holding the bag away from her.
“Really, Moses? Grow up.” She sucked her teeth.
