Good As Hell (Mogul #6)

Prologue

HOW THE END OF ONE STORY CAN BE THE START OF SOMETHING AMAZIING

LYRIC

“ Y ou don’t have to do this. My mom and dad will help.”

I nod, unable to meet Delightful’s somber gaze.

“I can’t be pregnant going on tour with FADE and Ghadi in two months’ time, DiDi.” I look away from the pleading in her eyes to my jean clad thighs. Jeans that are already tight against my belly. I barely got them on. Panic rushes up my spine right then, like nothing I’ve ever experienced except what for happened to get me in this situation.

I push the feeling down, facing her squarely with the determination I’ve felt since FADE asked me to come on tour with him and his wonderkin brother after they got their big record deal.

“You know I have to get out of here. Chances like this won’t come again.” Unbuckling my seatbelt, I unlock the door. I’d love not having to continue this conversation anymore. I don’t need anyone trying to change my mind.

Delightful is my best friend aside from my sisters, but they are young too young to tell about what’s going on. I tell her everything. Only I know I can never tell her the truth about this baby I’m not keeping — her brother’s Justice baby, the only thing left of him after he was killed a little over a month ago.

“You don’t have to come in with me. I-I never should have asked you to come.” My throat is tight. I feel anxious. It’s not that I’m having second thoughts — no, never that. I just want to be done with this thing growing in me. Done with this life. My family, this city. All of it.

“No,” she says, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and scooting over and out of the car. She just got her license. Her parents gave her the car that would have been Justice’s if he lived.

We both get out of the car and head towards The All Women’s Health Clinic. With every step closer to the double doors, I feel like a weight has been lifted. Now my life can finally start.