Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
KAIRI SANCHEZ-MOORE
A FEW NIGHTS LATER
“Damn,” I sighed as I stared down at the positive pregnancy test. My hands shook and my breathing shortened. Fear hit me and rattled my body.
This couldn’t be happening!
I thought I would be happy, but I was scared. Scared because things were a mess with my husband, and scared because I’d also started a war.
A joyous moment had been scarred. I was pregnant. This couldn’t have come at a worse time! I knew it, but I’d hoped that, considering all that was happening, the Lord wouldn’t let it be so.
Instantly, my mind ran on Makari’s response. Would he tell me to get rid of it? Or worse, would he allow me to birth them only for him to take them away from me?
I closed my eyes as the tears rolled down my face.
How the hell was I pregnant for my husband who wanted nothing to do with me? I knew there was no way I could tell him. To him, I was the damn devil in the flesh. I could feel his hatred every time he walked past me.
I thought for one moment, the night of Sincere’s memorial, that we might have had a chance to at least talk. His eyes softened when he looked at me that night. I could see the internal battle he was having, displayed on his face, but he wasn’t as cold as he’d been.
That night, I made it up in my mind to talk to him on the way home.
I just wanted him to hear me out and know that it really was a terrible accident.
Plus, I wanted him to know that I suspected I could be pregnant.
After the marathon of sex we had on our honeymoon, I would have been surprised if I wasn’t pregnant! But I never got the chance.
When Sony revealed he knew about what happened to Hell, I knew right then that River told him.
All that did was make yet another thing that my husband didn’t know about.
After I saw her at the store, I wanted to tell Makari, but he refused to speak to me, but now it was out. Out for everyone around to see.
I knew those who walked away with Sony hurt Makari. Since then, I’d been hearing rumors and whispers about war breaking out in the streets over it.
Some were really convinced that Makari got rid of Hell so that Sincere would pick him. While those who really knew him knew that Sincere never had his eyes on Hell to begin with. But it was the others who walked away that bothered Makari the most.
After Sony and that crew left, I broke down and told everyone the truth. I just couldn’t have them believing that it had anything to do with Makari. Shakur didn’t say anything; he just stood there looking at me like I had three heads.
The guilt ate away at me, knowing I hid it from him, too. My demons had been exposed.
After that, Makari made my brother take me home, and he left with Oblique. That was the last time I saw him. His phone was off, and he wasn’t coming home anymore. Shakur yelled at me the whole ride home, asking me how I could have been so stupid, and I wondered that myself.
Now, to make matters even worse, my ass was pregnant.
How could things go from sugar to shit in the blink of an eye? Maybe none of this would have happened if I had just stayed away from Havoc to begin with. This all started because I wanted revenge. My mama had told me that hate had a way of turning on you if we weren’t careful, and I didn’t listen.
This was my karma, and I had no choice but to accept it.
I wiped the tears off my face, put the test in the trash, and washed my hands. When I looked up at my reflection, I couldn’t even recognize myself anymore. I’d turned into a murderer and a liar. Hurting the people who loved me the most.
After drying my hands, I dragged my feet back into my bedroom. It was empty, void of any love or warmth without my husband. My eyes landed on my bed, the pillows being the only thing to keep me company at night. His scent was now faint, almost forgotten.
The image of his cold stare flashed before my eyes, causing me to cuddle myself.
I heard the sound of my alarm, and I froze—he was home. It had been almost a week since he made my brother take me home. The rational thing was for me to stay put in my room and maybe even play sleep, but the desperation in me had me running out of the room to find him.
I heard a sound coming from his man cave in the basement, so I headed down there to see him.
The door was partially closed, and I pushed it open silently just as he lifted his black t-shirt over his head. My eyes landed on the blood coming from his side.
My eyes widened, and my breathing stopped. He was hurt. I wanted to move, but I was scared. I hesitated.
“Shit,” he hissed and touched the spot.
“Makari, oh my god!” I screamed and rushed his way. His knuckles were bruised up too. I didn’t have to ask what happened because I knew. The whispers were true—the war had started and it was because of me!
“Makari, I’m sorry,” I cried and tried to touch him, but he stepped back from me. His silence louder than my sobbing.
“Please speak to me, I’m sorry, Makari.”
Still silence.
He gave me a look, like he was disappointed in me, shook his head, and went into his bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I jumped from the impact.
I thought I was helping by letting them know that it wasn’t his doing, but now I was seeing that I only made things worse!