Kong blew out a harsh breath and shot knives at him.
“Nigga, I ain’t checking for her like that. I’m just saying. She caking up.” Moose threw his hands up, wanting no problems with his possessive older brother.
He might have married Nayelli, but Ayla had already snatched a piece of him that was out of reach to anyone else. After her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to lower that concrete wall for anybody.
Meanwhile, Inari’s skin glowed like she’d been kissed by a brick of gold, and Moose swept his hand down his face. He hadn’t seen her since they woke up together at his spot. He’d texted her to check in, but until a few hours ago, he was trying to figure out how he was going to handle Mira and her fuck ass baby daddy. She’d been kind of short with him, too, like she still had some shit on her mind. Regret, maybe?
With her clutch in hand, Inari pointed to the bar on the other side of the club after spotting Moose and his brothers posted up in a section. Right now, the further away she got from them the better. She wasn’t quite ready to address Moose yet. After her confession last night and him putting her to sleep, she woke up knowing it was wrong to bring him into her shit. She was used to doing things on her own, but Moose had a way of breaking her barriers down. Inari now had an ally, someone who was on her side for whatever she needed, yet she still didn’t trust it. Something wouldn’t let her, no matter how good Moose was to her. She knew he read it or at least suspected.
Tonight was about getting out to get him off her mind. Instead, he was front and center. Coast and Ayla followed her,parting the crowd like the red sea as they made their way to a few empty stools at the bar. Back at the Blackmoor table, Mozzi pulled from the blunt and leaned back. Brim wasn’t far behind Coast, which he appreciated. She acted like shit was sweet and nothing could happen to her when she’d already been shot once for being too close to him.
“The fuck they doing here?” Kong queried, nostrils flaring when he spotted some nigga slide up on Ayla and say some slick shit in her ear.
She hid a smile, and he took that as his cue to lean in even further. She spun on her stool to face him, legs and thighs gleaming from the body butter she’d used on them after her shower. Crossing one leg over the other, she propped her head in her hand, and the two of them put their heads together. This wasn’t some random nigga. She knew him.
“Ion know.” Mozzi poured himself another shot and hit the blunt in his hand before passing it to Moose. “But I wanted to run something by y’all. After the party tomorrow night, me and Coast hopping a flight. We getting married.”
“Nigga what!” Moose almost hopped up from his seat.
“Yeah. We making this shit official. She thought everybody might want to come and be witnesses. We’re going to Hawaii, though. I already got a beach front villa booked and someone to perform the ceremony.”
“Oh, so you serious.” Kong swirled his drink in his glass before tossing his shot back.
“As a muhfucking heart attack.”
“You talk to Audiemar about this?” Kong lifted both brows.
“Nah.” Mozzi took another swallow of his drink. “I planned on bringing it up tomorrow during the party. Since Bee will be there, too, I want everybody on the same page.”
Moose tapped his ring against the table and dispensed enough for a couple of lines of coke before peering up at his brother.
“Ain’t no turning back after this. Not with Donahue or Coast.”
“When you turning your back on that shit, though?” Kong nodded to the powder substance as Moose divided it into two separate lines with his pinky finger.
“Get the fuck out my business,” he growled across the table.
“Make better choices,” Kong recited, sparking a fresh Newport.
He had his own vices, but they were nothing compared to Moose and the demons he fought. Like Mozzi, he was able to keep them at bay, until he couldn’t.
“Make better choices,” Moose mocked, lowering his head to the table.
Mozzi continued to smoke, his radar keeping a close eye on Coast. She grabbed a drink from the bar and all he kept thinking was it better be a fucking mocktail or she had him fucked up. He let her do her thing, drinking, dancing with Inari and trying to get Ayla to loosen up. The three of them hit the dance floor, and when the DJ spun in Too Short’s “Blow the Whistle,” the women went crazy. All around them there was all kinds of ass shaking and stank faces being made. Coast gyrated, shaking ass and belly, not giving one fuck who was watching, which made Mozzi smile. She rubbed on her stomach and twirled in a circle, throwing her ass back as Inari and Ayla rapped word for word yelling ‘bitch’ with the rest of the crowd.
“Coast gon’ fuck around and twerk that baby right on out of there,” Moose kidded.
“That’s exactly what she trying to do.” Mozzi slowly stood. “We having a girl, too, so get your guns ready.”
“Congratulations, bro.” Kong nodded.
“Another spoiled ass girl in this family. Last thing we fucking need when Kara already think she run shit.”
“Fuck you, nigga. She got you wrapped around her finger ’cause you a fucking simp. She know I don’t play that shit,” Kong argued.
“’Cause you mean, like Audiemar. You’d think that nigga was your real daddy the way y’all act alike. If that nature versus nurture shit is true, we in for some shit with Mozzi and Coast’s baby,” Moose declared.
“Rara.” Mozzi grinned. “That’s her name. Short for Iara.”
