Page 20 of Meraux Mafia: No Ordinary Love

Gi had another side to him- at least, he did that night. The perfect combination of a man who didn't tolerate bullshit yet was secure enough to make me feel like the only woman around. It was a deadly combination and made me give myself to him in a way I hadn't done before.

"I've seen every inch of you, and that wasn't there the last time I did." Gi pointed out after I remained silent. "You got something you need to tell me?"

Fighting the urge to yell out, it's not yours, I said nothing biting the inside of my cheek instead. I wanted to, but unfortunately, all signs pointed to Gi. There was a slight chance it was Marcel's baby, but I wasn't confident. We used condoms every time we had sex leading up to the wedding. I didn't realize how often we weren't fucking until I discovered I was pregnant and began calculating in my head.

"Let's go."

"Where are we going?" I questioned as he grabbed my arm.

"Walk and don't take off running again before you hurt yourself," he ordered, remaining close enough that I couldn't if I tried.

"What the fuck is going on, Gianni?" The female he was previously with fired off when we were close enough.

So that’s his name. Gianni.

A sexy name for a sexy man.

Stop Hailo. That’s how you got into this situation.

"I need to handle something, Kyerra."

"Something or someone?" She asked, looking me up and down in disgust.

"Trust me. It’s not what you think,” he reasoned before she hurt herself jumping off the end of a cliff.

"You brought me out here to go shopping, then go chase some bitch around,” Kyerra rolled her neck in my direction so I could feel the heat from her rant before turning back to Gi, “You're telling me to trust you? If I did that shit, you’d flip all this shit upside down!”

I didn’t know Gianni well, but he willingly pulled out a gun on Marcel in the parking lot the night we met. There was no telling what he would do for a woman with a bond stronger than ours. It sounded insane of Gi to dismiss her without an explanation; had she not disrespected me, I would’ve attested to that.

“I know, but I’m asking you to trust me.”

“That’s a little hard to do right now. Who is this bitch?”

"Bitch! I didn’t do shit to you! Be mad at your lying ass nigga, not me!” I started toward her, temporarily forgetting about the life growing inside of me. I felt stupid again because I hadn’t even asked Gi if he had a girlfriend before I slept with him. I couldn’t be sure Kyerra was his girlfriend, but she meant something to him the way he was trying to explain.

“What the fuck are you doing? You’re pregnant! Calm your ass down!” Gi interjected, jerking me back.

Kyerra's brows knitted together and dropped to my stomach while Gi pinched the bridge of his nose. In the midst of everything, it was as if she didn’t notice until this moment.

"Pregnant?" Kyerra's shoulders buckled as hurt and anger swept through her. I knew how it felt to have your entire life blown up. I felt terrible for Kyerra as her voice cracked. "What is going on, Gianni?"

"I know this shit looks crazy, Ky, but you know me,” Gi reasoned, causing me to flip my eyes. That was Cel’s go-to line, and we see how that played out. “Go shopping, and I'll call you later," her lips were pursed as she twisted her foot into the ground. Shoving a wad of money toward her, she snatched it, and whatever empathy I felt for her flew out the window.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Go shopping? How the fuck do you expect me to go shopping while you’re standing here with a pregnant woman? Is it yours?”

Gi’s eyes skirted to me before turning back to Kyerra and grabbing her hand. “Possibly. I don’t know.”

“Wow?” She scoffed, turning, likely because she didn’t want me to see her cry.

“Let me figure this out, and I’ll call you later.”

“You better,” Kyerra glared at me as if I did something to her before stomping off.

"You," Gi snapped, nudging my shoulder toward the parking lot. "Let's go."

"Stop barking fucking orders at me, Gianni."

We finally approached a black car with windows tinted so dark that it matched the paint. Gianni opened the door, and I slipped inside, folding my arms across my chest.

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