Luca #3
“She didn’t tell me…” I said, not even recognizing my own voice when it came out.
“She didn’t tell me.” I jolted my head back and looked at Roy in disbelief.
“She didn’t fuckin’ tell me,” I repeated again, louder this time because the sentence kept sounding unreal every time it left my mouth.
“Luca, you gotta calm down…”
Something hot moved through my chest, throat, arms, then my hands.
I saw Roy’s mouth moving but heard nothing coming out of them.
Before I realized what I was doing… I grabbed the edge of the conference table that weighed more than myself and Roy put together.
I lifted it, and the legs scraped hard across the floor before the entire length of it tipped sideways and slammed against the marble wall with a crack that echoed off the walls.
Unpleased with not hearing nothing shatter and break because everything inside of me did. My chest rose and fell too fast as I looked around for something to rip apart.
“She didn’t fuckin’ tell me…. Why the fuck this woman keep hurting me?” I turned my back to Roy and started to pace.
“Luca.”
I balled my fists and eyed the wall like it betrayed me.
“Luca.”
I didn’t answer, I was in a battle of losing complete control over myself.
“She didn’t tell me,” I repeated again because my brain couldn’t find another sentence yet.
I felt Roy close to me.
“You gotta breathe, bro.” He sighed, squeezing my shoulder.
“I would’ve been there…” My words trailed as my eyes drifted toward the floor-to-ceiling windows like the city below had all the answers to my questions.
“This is why y’all not meant to be—”
“She ain’t supposed to be in Vegas without me.” I cut Roy off, not wanting to hear the raw truth of his words.
“You gotta get control over your emotions when it comes to—”
“She ain’t supposed to be carrying my child without me.” I shook my head, looking at Roy with glossed over and stinging eyes.
A painful ache stabbed at the center of my chest when I heard myself whisper the words out loud.
My child… My firstborn child…
I dragged both hands down my face hard enough to hurt.
“She protected by Reyes… which means she felt like she needed protection from me,” I said, more so to myself as a tear dared to escape my eye.
“Yeah, bro.” Roy sighed, stepping in front of me.
We stood toe-to-toe, both of his hands resting heavily on either side of my shoulders like he was trying to ground me.
It was too late. If I had the energy, I’d tell him of all the pending havoc I was getting ready to cause in Vegas if La’Nova didn’t willingly come with me after I showed her how fucked up she really had me.
La’Nova didn’t know exactly who she was fucking with. I only showed her the side of me who fell head over hills for her.
“She went to Balani like she needed protection from me,” I whispered out, stepping away from Roy.
I turned and walked toward the window, wishing it could open up because I desperately needed air.
“You got time, bro. She ain’t had the baby yet.”
I turned away from the window to lock eyes with Roy like he had lost his mind.
“She should’ve told me, Royal.” I turned back to the window.
I started to count each passing car, hoping that it’ll throw my mind off the anger and hurt that tainted every living vein in my being.
Questions started to fire off inside my mind, like had my baby started moving in her stomach yet?
Did I miss the first kick? Was it a boy or girl? And was my baby healthy…
“You can’t fuck up by losing control right now,” Roy warned from a distance.
“She’s carrying my child,” I mumbled, letting my forehead press against the cold glass for comfort.
“I know,” he uttered
“Yet you’re telling me to stay calm.” I frowned against the glass; the coolness of it turned hot from the heat radiating off my forehead.
If I had magic, I’d burn this entire building down.
“I’m not telling you to stay calm… I’m telling you to stay Don.”
Roy’s words landed a little harder than everything else. My breathing slowed, followed by my fists unclenching. Something inside of me had already changed though… My mind was on Vegas and La’Nova carrying my child.
“I already know you leaving within the next couple of hours to go out there and do some wild shit,” Roy let out a weary breath.
I turned to him; he ran his hand across his forehead then offered me his signature smirk.
“I already made a couple of phone calls. Your guards will be close but not visible.” He waved his hand.
“Stop and get you a lemon-ginger tea and drive safe, Luke.” He chuckled.
I closed my eyes and nodded solemnly. I made a mental note to check Roy later about calling me Luke.
“This nigga about to be on some wild shit.” Roy turned to the door, talking in third person to himself. “If I wasn’t about to do some wild ass shit myself, I’d be trying to go with you to witness you going out sad.”
“Roy,” I called out to him.
“Don’t Roy me, and don’t ask what I got planned.” He shrugged his shoulder, keeping his back to me.
“Just make sure you here for Lucille’s last super… I got a woman to kidnap and a funeral to help plan.”