Big A’s eyes whipped towards me. “Really, nigga?”
I could only shrug.
Jamir simply responded, “Give me thirty.”
That was the thing about my “brothers”, the second the panic hit, they turned into controlled, strategic, protective beasts built to protect this organization no matter what.
I didn’t regret killing Sienna. I regretted the smoke it could bring to this organization because of it.
I looked down, wondering how the hell I had let my guard down this much. As I did, my eyes landed on the scratches from her nails still raw on my hands and wrists.
AVA REYNOLDS
By the time family dinner was winding down, all the girls looked tired, me and Zahra especially. Pregnancy tired was different. It sat in your bones and behind your eyes and made even sitting up straight feel like work. Aria had already taken her exhausted self back to her wing after dealing with her kids all day. I didn’t blame her. Watching her and Legend juggle Sire, Truth, Reign, the twins, and Major had been enough to make me tired too.
So, it was just me, Zahra, Livia, and Rhythm left in the den, talking in low voices, trying to figure out what had happened that led all of the men into the den having a hush-hush conversation.
Rhythm tucked her legs under herself on the couch. “I wonder what happened?”
“Who knows,” Livia said. “But it was serious.”
“They’ll tell us,” Zahra replied. “They always do, and then we can gag about it.”
That got a little laugh out of all of us because it was true.
A few seconds later, we heard footsteps in the hallway and all four of us quieted down. The men came back into the denlooking like whatever had been said in that office was still sitting heavy on them.
Sincere looked straight at Rhythm. “Come on, baby. Time to bounce.”
She got up without arguing.
Icon glanced at Livia with a devilish look in his eyes. “Meet me in the bedroom. I got some frustrations to take out on you.”
Livia swooned, turning a little red.
Legend just said goodbye and headed toward his wing.
That left Saint and Reek at the bar in the den talking low enough that nobody else could hear them.
Once Sincere and Rhythm left, Livia looked at me. “Tell him now.”
I shook my head immediately. “No.”
“Yes,” Zahra insisted. “It’s late. Everybody’s going to bed. Tell him now. If you tell him here, he can’t really lose his shit because he won’t want everybody to hear him.”
That part, unfortunately, made sense.
But I pouted. “I’m not ready.”
“Ava, you’re never going to feel ready for this,” Livia told me.
I looked over toward the bar where Reek stood pouring himself a drink, while Saint talked to him.
Fear started suffocating me.
Before I could keep arguing, Livia stood up. “I’m going to go fuck my husband.”
Then she walked off down the hall.
