Mozzi rocked Sipes’ jaw with a right hook, sending blood spatters to the concrete floor. Hanging on by a thread, chin drooping to his chest, blood leaked from his mouth, nose, and other wounds on his face. He was so swollen he was already beginning to turn colors. Hanging from a meat hook in the farmhouse torture chamber, his shallow breathing filled the room.
When Mozzi was done with him, he planned to feed the nigga to his army of pigs. The only part of him that he was going to save was his hand with the very distinct Donahue organization tattoo so, his loved ones could identify him. Taking a breath, his bare, sweaty chest heaving from the beating he’d been putting on this nigga, Mozzi took a step back.
Moose sat in a chair nearby, smoking a blunt with a bottle of bourbon at his feet, watching the show through the clouds of smoke. Taking the blunt from his lips, Mozzi brought it to his mouth and puffed.
“You doing all this don’t change the fact that’s my baby Coast is carrying.”
Through the pain, Sipes somehow managed a sinister laugh. Like he was in a fog, his head grew cloudy with every passing minute. He knew this was it. Mozzi wasn’t going to allow him to live. So, he might as well fuck with him a little before he went. Barely able to lift his head, he managed to make eye contact through his bloodshot orbs. Scowling, Mozzi continued to smoke.
“Every time you look at him or her, you’ll see me. How’s that going to feel? What are you going to tell them when they grow up and eventually find out the truth?” he questioned, wheezing witheach breath since one of his lungs had more than likely collapsed a while ago.
Taking one last pull from the blunt, Mozzi handed it back to Moose, eyes still on Sipes. With slow, even steps, he moved in his direction, exhaling in his face. Bending his knees so they were eye level, Mozzi’s irises went black like oil.
“The fucking truth. Her daddy was a bitch nigga who didn’t deserve her or her mama.”
Sipe’s superior expression wavered when Mozzi revealed the sex of the baby. Pure hatred burned in their stares when they connected, and Mozzi tittered.
“Her name is Iara. She’s going to be a Blackmoor when she’s born because her mama will be my wife by the end of the day tomorrow. Even if I let you live, by all intents and purposes, legally and otherwise, that little girl is mine.” Going behind his back, he grabbed the red handle of a machete.
Raising it in the air, he swiped it across Sipes’ throat in one fatal move. Blood sprayed over Mozzi’s chest, and he watched Sipe’s convulse before taking his last breath and going limp.
“Gahdamn!” Moose brought the bottle to his lips and tipped his head back for a sip.
“Help me get his bitch ass down.”
“Have you seen Ayla?” Inari questioned Coast, frowning as she took in the empty kitchen.
The cleaning staff was doing their jobs since dinner wrapped about twenty minutes ago. Coast’s family had already left, but Bee made her promise to come to dinner in the next week so they all could spend some much-needed time together.
“Not for a while,” Coast answered, elbows on the table as she gripped a roast beef sandwich in her hand and took a bite.
She glanced at the Cartier watch on her wrist and saw that it was getting late and Mozzi and Moose still hadn’t returned. Growing anxious, she had to eat again to try and calm Iara in her belly. The girl was throwing kicks and punches to Coast’s ribcage like she was on a soccer team.
“What’s up with her anyway? Is it still Kong?” Coast swiped barbecue sauce from the corner of her mouth, and Inari sighed.
“It’s always going to be Kong.” She shook her head. “I warned her not to go there.”
“The heart wants what it wants.” Coast shrugged.
Inari couldn’t deny that statement because the same was true for her and Moose. Like Coast, she was also worried about whatever he and Mozzi were out doing. The fact that they weren’t back had her concerned, too. Dinner turned into an awkward, tension filled display. If it weren’t for the kids being a distraction, she was convinced it would have ended much earlier.
“That’s not always a good thing,” Inari muttered. “I need to find Dane, so we can get home. It’ll be time to catch that flight before we know it.”
“Okay, text me when you get there. See you in the morning!” Coast waved, watching Inari slip out of the room.
Once she located Dane, she found Audiemar and Desiree to thank them for a nice evening and met up with her son and Danilo in the foyer. Danilo’s warped ass expression was present all night. The nigga had been on her last nerve, and she was looking forward to some time away from him. She was hoping her and Moose could strategize while they were on the trip, so they could deal with Danilo accordingly when they returned. Dane grabbed her coat off the coat rack and helped her into it.
“Thank you, baby.”
“Do me a favor, son, go get the car and bring it around.” Danilo placed his key fob in Dane’s hand, and both of his boy’s eyes lit up.
“For real?”
“Yeah. Just be careful,” Danilo warned.
“Bet.” Dane damn near skipped outside as Inari adjusted the collar to her jacket.
“You think I ain’t notice you eye fucking that nigga all night, Nari?” Gritting his teeth, Danilo got in her face, his whiskey coated breath on her like a dragon.
