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“It doesn’t matter. I just want to have a healthy baby.”
“She’s having a girl. Watch!” Ashanni said.
Milana rolled her eyes. “What about you, Shani?”
“I want a princess, since we have Jayceon, but like Maui said, more than that, I want a healthy baby.”
I smiled at her while I forced my food down. It wasn’t that it wasn’t good. It just wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to throw a temper tantrum, but instead, I remained calm and tried to convince myself it was stuffed chicken with yams, red beans and rice, and cornbread. I looked up to see they were staring at me. I frowned slightly, confused as to why they were staring at me. “What?”
“Is talking about Mythic totally off limits, even if it’s nothing bad?” Ashanni asked.
I lowered my head for a moment and took a deep breath. “No, it’s not. I just . . . This situation with Seven should make me not want him. I still want him even after knowing what he did. It’s like I’ve rationalized that it happened two years ago, long before we tried to establish something. But that’s my brother.”
They both nodded. “I’m sorry, Shani. What did you want to say?”
“He misses you too. I opened the lines of communication so I could update him on you and the baby. I know why you don’t talk to him, so as your friend, I felt like I could do that for you.”
I smiled at her slightly but remained quiet. I knew her well enough to know that wasn’t all she wanted to say. Milana scooted closer to me and grabbed my hand.
“He’s doing well despite that. He decided to go ahead and re-enroll in school, for next semester, and his arm is getting better.He’s still in a cast and will be for a few more weeks, but he can maneuver with it better. I think he’s just getting used to it. He wanted me to tell you those things so you could know that he’s changing for himself and not just for you.”
I nodded and swallowed hard, allowing the tears to drop down my cheeks. Shani came to the side of the bed and grabbed my other hand as she went to her knees. “Is there anything you want me to relay to him? He umm . . . thinks you have a thing with Shaydon. Do you?”
“Shaydon is coming with dinner later, because he missed my birthday gathering, but I only see him as a friend. I briefly thought about trying to establish something with him, but it wouldn’t be fair to him. I still love Mythic. You can tell him that.”
She kissed my hand and nodded. Taking a deep breath, I went back to my food, praying that something would shake loose between Mythic and Seven to where I could get my family’s blessing to be with the man I loved. However, I wouldn’t hold my breath.
FOURTEEN
MYTHIC
“You good?”Epic asked.
“I’m a lil nervous. I ain’t been to Nome since Asad’s wedding. I just want to see Maui and make sure she’s good, especially since Ali said Seven don’t want them looking out for him. Ashanni told me that he’s the one that’s taking her to her appointment. He’s already shot me. His ass should be cool now. I’m not taking no more shit from him. I will fuck him up on sight.”
“I’m surprised you took that shit in the first place.”
“I wanted Maui to see how much I loved her. I wanted to apologize to her. I didn’t give a fuck about anything else at the moment. She was leaving me.”
He nodded. I didn’t dare tell Epic that I felt like some shit was gonna go down today. While I wanted to go to her appointment, I would have stayed home when I found out he was taking her. Although the clinic was only a couple of miles from their house, anything could happen. The highway they lived on wasn’t traveled as much as Highway 90. It could be open season for that nigga. I called PJ and let him know whatwas up, but he was in Houston with Chad and Jericho on another job.
Ashanni had called and told me how much Maui still loved me. She wasn’t pursuing anything with that dude. I was grateful. However, I could clearly tell he wanted to pursue something with her. I didn’t know how long she would be able to hold him off if she couldn’t be with me. I didn’t expect her to be single for the rest of her life, but at the same time, I did. I wanted her to only be mine . . . my sweet angel. My heart chose her, and it refused to accept anyone else into it.
When we got into Nome’s city limits, I shifted in my seat, feeling my gun shift as well. There was no way I was coming into these parts without being strapped. My blade was in my mouth as well. If these niggas tried something, I would be ready. They had to realize that I didn’t give a fuck about having a team. I was used to being alone. I could handle my own. If I got handled, it was typically because I allowed that shit. Seven had to know that I allowed him to do that shit, even with the small army that was with him. I would have gone out shooting niggas.
Once the clinic was in sight, I pulled my weapon from my waistband. Epic looked over at me. “What the fuck you doing?”
“I don’t have a good feeling, man. I feel like some shit finna go down.”
“You sure you just ain’t being paranoid? Rondo is going to meet us there.”
“Rondo don’t know what those niggas in Liberty look like.”
He frowned. “You think they gon’ be there?”
“I don’t know, but I ain’t tryna waist time by not being ready.”
He slowly shook his head, probably thinking I was crazy. I was a lil bit. A nigga like me didn’t live as long as I did without being crazy. A nigga with an attitude and personality like mine would havebeendead. When Epic parked, I saw Seven gettingout of his SUV. He looked around, checking his surroundings, then went to his passenger side. As soon as he opened her door to help her out, I got out of Epic’s truck with my gun in hand.
