14. Daylin #3
I spotted LaMia, and thank God she was shooting daggers toward Ayan and Morgin, not this way.
Of course, I wasn’t the least bit afraid of her, but at the moment, I was sitting on a dick, trying to figure how I could get up inconspicuously and clean myself, so she’d have the advantage.
Not to mention my legs were absolutely no good.
“I told you we was done!” Ayan barked just as LaMia picked up a small glass flute and crashed it against Morgin’s head, dropping everyone’s jaws.
“You crazy bitch!” Morgin screeched in shock.
“LaMia!” Josias roared as Ayan looked on in horror while Morgin fought LaMia for her life.
Morgin had already experienced a setback because she was seated and had a little blood trickling down the side of her head from the glass.
However, once she gained her footing, the ladies were fighting all over the VIP section, rolling to the middle of it and now right in front of where Rakim and I were seated.
I couldn’t say who was winning because they both delivered landing punches, only Morgin’s looked to be a bit harder than LaMia’s.
Josias glanced at Rakim, having expected him to help, but my man was compromised right now, and I’d be damned if he hopped up to assist with his dick out.
As soon as the bouncer and Josias snatched Morgin from being atop LaMia, she hollered, “I’m pregnant, bitch! I shouldn’t even be fighting!”
Her words sent everyone but me into shock. I could even feel Rakim freeze momentarily behind me.
“Bitch!” LaMia climbed to her feet, ignoring her bloody nose and charged toward Morgin, but the bouncer caught her.
“Bitch, I thought I told you to get a muthafuckin’ abortion!” Ayan shouted, getting in her face and dwarfing her frame with his six-foot-five height.
“I know but—”
“Ain’t no fucking but!” Ayan intercepted Morgin’s plea.
I hated that I felt slight empathy for the ho.
“Next time I see you, that womb better be empty, bitch!” He barked down in her face, causing Morgin to jump a bit, and I could feel Rakim tense like he wanted to say something, making me look over my shoulder at him to read his expression.
I kissed him.
“I love you!” I heard LaMia holler, grabbing my attention from my man for the second time tonight, and I was astounded to see her ass looking our way.
Her eyes were peering past me though . .
. at Rakim. “I regret leaving you every fucking day!” She wailed, still being detained by the bouncer.
“If you would stop dealing drugs, I would be with you right now!”
The fact that she’d yelled such a thing about him dealing and in public told me this bitch was drunk but also forthright. But I didn’t care. I was ready to drag her ass all across this section, Rakim’s nut dripping down me in the process.
“You lame ass bitch!” Ayan charged toward LaMia, but Josias jumped in front of him.
“Chill out,” he said, keeping Ayan at bay since he kept trying to get around his little brother.
He and Josias were only about an inch to two apart in height and quite close in weight, though, so it wasn’t easy for Ayan to get to LaMia.
“I said chill the fuck out!” Josias shoved Ayan hard as hell, clearly irritated with his antics.
“Oh, so I should be coming at yo’ trader ass then, huh?” Ayan growled, jumping back in his brother’s face.
“Oh my gosh.” Mylo shook his head, looking to Rakim to see if he should attempt to intervene, but I could feel my man shake his head ‘no.’
I agreed. It was never good to obtrude when it came to siblings.
“Fuck you gon’ do? Beat her ass in front of all these fucking people and lose everything you worked for?
” Josias didn’t back down, talking so closely in his brother’s face that they could’ve kissed.
“Exactly! Calm yo’ ass down! You knew that bitch wasn’t over Rah that quickly! Don’t act fucking surprised!”
Ayan was too confounded to respond or react to his brother’s harsh words.
“Right!” LaMia somewhat slurred, and at that point, I’d had enough of her shit.
Just as I tried to get up, Rakim halted me. He removed himself from being inside of me slowly, causing me to wince a bit.
Gripping my jaw and making me look at him, he said, “She not worth it. If anybody knows how unworthy she is, baby, it’s me.
I love you. Nobody else matters to a nigga when it comes to you.
” He kept his eyes trained on mine to be sure I understood, and though I knew everyone in the section could hear them, it was apparent that his words were only intended for my ears.
“You the queen, and she irrelevant. Love don’t mean shit to me unless it’s coming from you. ”
I nodded, calming down completely, which was something I’d never done when I was prepared to battle. The patrons in the section seemed to all silence themselves as Rakim spoke to me, despite this message not being for them. He had that kind of power though.
Seemingly snapping out of the trance, now that Rakim had finished speaking and subduing me, Ayan screamed, “I knew it, you dirty ass bitch! I also know them kids ain’t mine! They his!” He pointed at Rakim, making my stomach drop and everyone’s else mouth fall ajar even more.
“No—”
“Yeah, Daylin! Yo’ nigga got two kids with my bitch! He ain’t tell you that shit, huh? He been fucking her the whole time!” Ayan started toward me, running his mouth and cutting LaMia off.
“Take another step and you dead, nigga,” Rakim warned, and Ayan stopped coming toward me so abruptly it appeared as if he’d hit an invisible wall. “Come on,” he told me, so I stood up once I was sure he’d put himself away.
“Fuck! I can’t even enjoy my first birthday without my twin!” Josias roared, plopping down while Tarin massaged his neck to which he nudged her off.
The party below was still in full effect since they had no idea what had been going on in Josias’s private section. Rakim and I made our way to the bathroom to clean up, pee, and then wash our hands before leaving out to the car.
Once we were both inside and on the road, I asked, “There is no way her kids could be yours, right?”
“At all, Baby. If I even thought they were or that there could’ve been a chance, I would’ve tested them a long ass time ago. I don’t play that shit,” he voiced, and I relaxed against the heated seats.
“When was the last time you were with her?” I asked, stomach queasy because I didn’t know if I wanted to know. While I believed Rakim, his timeline could be off.
“Couple weeks after I got out, but I wore a condom and didn’t even finish. Not to mention she was around four months pregnant about seven months after that shit. It ain’t possible, Day.”
I nodded, because according to that math, he was right.
“Why would he say that then?”
Rakim shook his head, eyes on the road and face filled with distress.
“Can’t say, love. But Ayan always been a fragile ass nigga. Fragile ego, fragile ass self-esteem, fragile mindset, and at one point, a fragile ass jaw.”
I was quiet, pondering on everything. I knew it was very likely that Ayan was only talking shit to mess with what Rakim and I had, but I was still feeling uneasy, and I couldn’t say why.
“Okay,” I stated instead of spilling my thoughts.
Reaching over, Rakim interlocked his fingers with mine, making me look at him.
“If you want, I can get a DNA test to show you I’m the uncle and not the father.”
“If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t.” He shook his head.
“They do have your eyes,” I joked to lighten the mood. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t trust him, because that wasn’t quite it. I just didn’t like the thought of the possibility being in the air.
“He is my brother, baby.”
“I know, I’m kidding.”
“Only kid I got is the one probably swimming inside you right about now.” He smirked, making me suck my teeth. “Shit was a lot, love. Think I put triplets in you back in that club.”
“Ugh.” I scoffed, laughing with him. “Thank you though.” I reached across to toy with his healthy and moisturized beard.
“For?”
“Always making sure I’m comfortable, even emotionally.”
“That’s my fucking job.”