“I know he hurt you. I can hate him with you if you need me to, but Ayla… you have to tell him.”
“And then what, Nari? Hmm?” She sat on the edge of her bed and rested her hands at her side. “I spend the next eighteen plus years having to watch Kong live his life with Nayelli? Our baby will be an outsider in their own fucking family. He or she will never be accepted like his other kids, and how is that fair?”
“It’s not fair to not give him any kind of choice or responsibility in this either, Ayla! It might be hard. So what! That’s fucking life! And yours is no longer just about you.”
“I can’t even think straight right now. I’m going to finish this prep and make the kids something to eat.” She stood, and Inari plucked her cell phone out of her purse.
“Fine. When you’re done with that, you’re taking a shower and we’re going out for a few hours.”
“What? I’m not?—”
“You are, because I said so, and I need a drink. You’re stressing me the hell out, and I already have a dress and shoes in my trunk.”
Ayla started to protest some more, but she didn’t have the energy. Maybe going out somewhere other than school or the grocery store would help clear her mind. She couldn’t drink or smoke, although she still indulged in a glass of wine once or twice a week. Thinking back on it now, she remembered how it got her buzzed quickly and put her right to sleep, and she thought nothing of it. She’d never considered herself a lightweight.
Inari texted Coast, who was back at Mozzi’s place, about to take a nap, and asked if she wanted to go, which she, of course, agreed to. She didn’t let being pregnant stop her from doing a damn thing. Inari set her phone on the charger and decided to shower and get ready while Ayla fulfilled her duties in the kitchen. She’d picked out an outfit for her when she got back to her room and insisted she hurry with her shower so she could do her make up.
Not only did she need to clear her mind of all the Danilo and Mira shit, she’d involved Moose, and something told her he wasn’t all the way right in the brain. All the Blackmoor men carried themselves like there was a beast waiting to be unleashed at any moment. Mozzi kept his on go, that was for damn sure.
Coast told them about some new club called Avalon that she’d heard about. Pregnant as hell, she always had the tea on something going on. Ayla and Inari exited the house around eight-thirty to meet up with her. Audiemar made sure Ayla had protection when she went out, just like anyone else. She appreciated it, but people looked at her crazy sometimes when she was out with some six foot, two-hundred-pound man behind her.
Coast and Brim had developed a relationship. She and Mozzi went on double dates every other week with him and Royal, too. As Inari and Ayla crossed the street from the parking lot, he whipped his black Denali out front and parked on the curb. When he got out, he rounded the front to open the back passenger door for Coast. There was still a line out front to get in, and when she emerged, there was all kinds of chatter. Guilty by association. Being with a man like Mozzi meant she had eyes on her wherever she went like she was some kind of reality housewife.
Tight spiral curls draped down her back, and although she already radiated nothing but pure femineity, the added natural glam beat catered to her beauty. Brim closed the door behind her, shaking his head because he knew good and well Mozzi would be going off if he saw her. Coast gave not one fuck when she hopped out sporting a huge grin.
“Coast, Mozzi is going to kick your ass!” Inari tittered, shaking her head.
“He’ll be fine.” Coast tugged at the side of her dress. “I’m doing this to remind him of what he’s missing, anyway. Do you know how hard it’s been and how horny I am, and he keeps trying to pacify me with head.”
“Yo, I am not trying to hear that.” Brim scrunched his face up.
“Is it bad?” Inari quipped, nose wrinkling.
“Girl, that nigga is a certified eater, but I want the dick,” Coast complained.
“Man, get the hell on! I’m parking the car in the back.” Brim sucked his teeth, and Coast waved him off.
She didn’t care about him or none of that shit. He and Royal were their therapists anyway. The two of the had been together a long time through good and bad.
Coast snapped her fingers near her hips and wound them to Crime Mob’s “Stilettos” drumming through the speakers when they stepped inside. Beside her, Inari did the same, flipping some of her now shoulder length blunt cut bob with her hand.
“Ain’t that ya girl?” Moose nodded across the crowded club, bringing a shot glass to his lips and swallowing it.
Mozzi leaned forward, squinting through the clouds of weed smoke surrounding them. Licking his lips, he skimmed Coast from head to toe. Baby was on her bad girl Riri shit. A tight, black, mermaid style maxi gown with a crossover mock neck hugged her frame, leaving that dip in her back out and her stomach on full display. She was even in some fucking heels, and that had him hot.
“The fuck she doing in here?” Mozzi snarled, lowkey turned on at the same time.
Coast didn’t give a fuck. She knew she was that bitch any time, day or night. Her confidence was what he loved most about her. She was as arrogant as he was and made no apologies for it. He had to adjust his dick in his pants while swallowing his shot of tequila. Ever since her doctor’s appointment, anytime he thought about her he caught a faint chill up his spine. She’d put some kind of voodoo on him, as if he wasn’t already sprung. He didn’t doubt the pussy was fire one bit.
“Showing the fuck out.” Moose chuckled, shaking his head.
Snapping to the music and rocking her hips, her wild curls moved with her, flowing past her shoulders while laughing at something Inari said to her. The room was filled with bad bitches, but his eyes were fixated on her.
“She ain’t doing that alone.” Mozzi grabbed the blunt from Kong, and they all peeped Inari and Ayla at her side.
Inari’s face was balled up like she was talking shit, as usual, while Ayla peered around curiously. She stuck out like a sore thumb in her modest strapless black dress. Tonight, she’d atleast lost the glasses and let Inari beat her face, but it was obvious the setting didn’t make her comfortable as she toyed with the gold necklace dangling above her full breasts.
“Is it me or is Ayla ass getting thick as fuck?” Moose observed.
