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“It is when whoever you’re fucking with might be around my daughter.”
“I’ll be sure to let you know when I have time for a personal life so you can run a background check on whoever I decide to date.” I groaned and closed my eyes briefly before I snatched up my phone and attempted to step around him but he moved into my path.
“Then that’s a no?”
“I’m a single mother of a four-month-old who requires all my energy and time. That’s definitely a no.”
His expression was tighter. “That shit was by choice.Yourchoice.”
We glared at each other with the weight of my decisions dancing around us again for what felt like an eternity before he backed down. “I’m about to head out. I’ll call to check on y’all later.”
“Just check the cameras. I know you have the information, and if you don’t see anything alarming, then we’re good.”
He smirked. “If you promise to give me something to look at I will.”
“That’s not happening because there better not be any cameras in my house.” He laughed at the look I gave him.
“Relax with your hostile ass. They’re all outside.” He smiled, slowly looking me over. “But if you want to show me a lil something, I can make sure they come back to hook up one or two in your bedroom.”
“Hard pass.”
He looked me over again and shit, the way his eyes lingered felt like a violation I didn’t necessarily mind. “I’m out, hit me up if y’all need anything.”
Omiri walked out of my house and left my mind and heart racing with things I had no damn business thinking about. I was entirely off balance and the worst part was he had been right, I didn’t want him to leave. And that scared the hell out of me because I liked the idea of not just having him as a part of Avi’s life. I wanted him to be a part of mine too.
Chapter 6
Omiri
My dick was bricked up when I left Makari’s spot. Every part of my body pulsated with a need that wasn’t going to be satisfied by anybody but her and that was a gotdamn problem.
I sat in my Range with my head dropped back on the seat for a good fifteen minutes after I walked out of her house trying to will myself to drive away instead of going back inside, spreading them thighs, and devouring that pussy. Yet another fucking problem. I wanted to bury my face between her legs and make her cum until she tapped out. That was the first thought I had when it should have been fuck her to get it out my system and move the hell on.
Then there was my daughter. She was beautiful no doubt but every time I looked at her, all I saw was O’Rion, which made no sense because Avi had my entire face. She looked like me aside from her mother’s chocolate complexion, but every time my eyes were on her, all I could think about was my brother and that shit caved my chest in. I didn’t know if I could connect with her the way I needed to because I was fucking terrified of what that would feel like.
I laughed dryly, shaking my head. This shit was so fucked up. “I hope you know what the hell you’re doing with this, Rion, ’cause I’m so fucking lost right now.”
I started my truck and pulled away from her house, turning up the sounds of Aso while I navigated through the streets. The bass from the song vibrated through me while the words hit in a way I wasn’t feeling.
You can’t fix what you didn’t break, you can’t correct someone else’s mistake. Love over loss is the key to settling demons in your way.
I snorted, turning that shit up more, and mumbled to my brother. “I hear you, muthafucker. Message received.”
It was too damn ironic that this was the song and verse that hit at this particular moment. That had to be O’Rion, and if it wasn’t, it was something bigger than myself sending me a gotdamn message. Unfortunately, it didn’t do shit for the demons or the guilt.
When I stepped insideLocal Cue, the crowd was thin. I yanked a hat down on my head and didn’t make eye contact with anyone. This was my spot. Me and O’Rion had spent so many damn nights here drinking too much, fucking women in bathrooms and the parking lots, and running game on muthafuckers who thought they could touch our skills at the tables.
It was hard being here some nights but it also made me feel closer to what I lost. To whom I lost. This was also one of the few places in the city where I wasn’t Omiri Hayes, Sharks QB. The people here were from the same hood, and while they showed respect, they also gave me space and treated me like I was just another person who walked through the doors. No pictures,requests for autographs, or talk about what the next season was looking like.
I moved straight to the back corner where Ryland was chilling at one of the tables with a bottle of Black Ops in front of him. He tossed his chin when he noticed me and laughed, sliding the bottle and one of the shot glasses across the table.
“You look stressed as hell. I’m guessing day one of daddy duty was a bust?”
I dropped into the chair across from him, wrapped my hand around the bottle, and poured a shot, which I tossed back before I refilled it and pushed the bottle back to the center of the table.
“Shit was frustrating as hell”
“She not letting you see your daughter?”
