"Don't." He held up a hand. "You my blood, my responsibility. And that nigga violated in the worst way. He cheated on you, and then he put his fucking hands on you?" Yatta shook his head. "Nah. shits a wrap for him."
Tears were streaming down my face now, and I couldn't stop them. Not because of Rylo, because honestly fuck Rylo. But I was crying because of how much the betrayal, the lies, and the secrets hurt.
"I loved him," I whispered, and my voice broke on the words. "I really did love him Yatta" My brother's face softened, just a little, and he pulled me into a careful hug,. "I know, Lil’ sis. But that nigga ain't deserve you, he never did."
Mya came back in, closing the door behind her. She climbed onto the other side of the bed, wrapping her arms around me from the other side.
"We got you," she said fiercely. "That nigga and that bitch dead to us. Both of them. You ain't never gotta worry about them muthafuckas again."
I nodded, even though I wasn't sure I believed it. because I knew how small Chicago could feel sometimes. How you couldrun into people even when you were trying your hardest to avoid them.
"Your face is fucked up," Mya chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "But you still fine as fuck. That nigga really tried it though."
"I busted his shit open first," I mumbled against Yatta’s chest.
"That's my lil’ sis." Yatta squeezed me tighter. "But real shit, Yasani. That nigga puttin’ his hands on you ain't never flying. I don't give a fuck what you did or what he thought you did. A man don't hit a woman."
"I know."
"Good. 'Cause if I ever catch you going back to him, I'ma beat yo’ ass myself." He said it like he was joking, but I could hear the seriousness underneath. "You worth more than that, you hear me?" I nodded, but I didn't trust my voice to speak.
We sat there like that for a minute, me in the middle, Ya’mya and Yatta on either side, holding me together while I fell apart. The beeping of the monitors was the only sound that could be heard.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ya’ Mya
I laid on my back in Rah's bed, chest still rising and falling heavy, my skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. The ceiling fan above us was doing the bare minimum, just pushing hot air around the room. Rah was next to me, one arm thrown across his eyes, the other resting on my bare stomach, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my skin.
"Damn," he finally said, his voice still rough. "Every time we fuck, Shit always feels like the first time."
I smiled, turning my head to look at him. "You always say that."
"'Cause it's true." He moved his arm from his eyes and rolled onto his side to face me, propping his head up on his hand.
"You know somethin’…. Shorty you different,”
"Different how?" I asked, even though I'd heard this before too. But I liked hearing it. I liked the way his eyes got soft when he looked at me.
"Just different. Like you really give a fuck about me, you know? Not just what I can do for you or what I got. You actually see me." He leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, and my pussy started to throb.
But before we could get into round two, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He groaned and reached for it, squinting at the screen.
"It's Sosa," he said, scrolling through what looked like a long ass text. "Talking about the grand opening tonight for his new spot."
"What new spot?" I asked, sitting up and pulling the sheet around me.
"He bought Club Bleu; he’s been renovating it for months. That nigga turned that shit into some elite shit," Rah showed me his phone, and I saw the flyer, it was all black and royal blue, fancy as hell, with Sosa's name in big letters at the top.
"Tonight's grand opening. Shit gon’ be crazy. Open bar, live performers, the whole nine."
"Sounds lit," I said, genuinely impressed. Sosa was doing big things, and from what I'd heard about him, he was smart too. He wasn’t just some street nigga trying to flex, he actually had business sense.
"You wanna roll with me?" Rah asked, tossing his phone back on the nightstand and turning his full attention back to me. "We can get dressed up, pull up, have a good time. What you think?"
I thought about it for a second. I didn't have shit else to do tonight, and it had been a minute since I'd been out somewhere nice. Plus, any excuse to get dressed up and look good was a win in my book.
"Yeah, I'm down," I said. Then another thought hit me. "You think I could bring Yasani?"
