Pieces of Me

by Aubry J.

The door opened, and we all looked up to see Mecca walk in with his family, December and Citrine behind him. Immediately, I knew there was something wrong from the look on his face. His eyes bounced around the room like he was sizing everyone up before they landed on me. “What the fuck is the problem now?” Krude asked as he stood. His body language was tense, which made everyone else stand. “You found him?” “Nah,” Mecca said. His eyes held so much hate for me in them that my body felt cold. He looked at Granddaddy. “I’m sorry; you and your wife willingly accepted me and mine.” “We’ve been through this already, Nine,” Granddaddy said, waving him off. “You’re family. You’re my granddaughter's husband.” “And her baby daddy, too,” he replied coldly. His gray eyes were damn near black when he turned to look at me. He closed the space between us, leaned down, resting his hands on the arms of the chair I dropped into, and glared at me. “Ain’t that right, Cross? I got a little boy out there?” “How do you know about Deuce?” My heart slammed against my chest, and my mouth went dry. Mecca grilled me hard, and an evil smile spread across his face. “Marus has him,” he answered. He grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me from my seat. His lips brushed against mine, and for the first time in my life, I was staring at Nine and not Mecca. There was no love in his eyes, only hatred. “If something happens to my son, nobody in this room can save you.”

WHEW CHIL, I KNEW THIS SECRET WAS GONNA COME BACK TO BITE HER IN THE AZZ. LIKE HOW DID YOU LEAVE THE SON UNPROTECTED KNOWING THAT BIG 🥷 MARUS HASN’T BEEN FOUND 🤔🤔🤔🤬🤬🤬 I KEPT SAYING WHEN THEY 🥷 CALLED MECCA PHONE THAT THIS 🥷 HAD THEY SON, BUT DAYYYUUUMMM🤦🏽‍♀️