Chapter 15 Nobody’s Perfect #3
“You do kind of smell like Mentholatum and cough syrup.” Heavy slowly sat up.
“Gee, thanks.” She watched him move to the bathroom door and listened as he cleaned the tub then ran her a fresh bath.
Beside her bed on the night table, her phone vibrated against the wood.
Frowning, she squinted at the screen and saw that it was an unknown number calling.
For the last week, that had randomly been the case, but she assumed it was a telemarketer or some scam likely shit.
Even now, she let it go off again as Heavy approached her side of the bed.
“You good?” He checked with her, noticing the uneasiness on her face.
“Yeah,” Giselle replied, shaking off the odd feeling and sitting up on the edge of her bed.
“Come on.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.
With his hand resting against her waist, he nudged her toward the bathroom door. The aroma of bath salts and her cashmere vanilla bubble bath coated the air, and he’d turned the lights down for her, and she was grateful for it since her entire body was sore.
“You know I can help wash you off if you need me to.” Heavy reached out to help her out of her robe first, and she simpered at him over her shoulder.
He slipped his fingers under her spaghetti straps to her nightgown and slowly lowered it off her shoulders.
His lips pressed into her skin, and her eyes closed in bliss.
Heavy’s fingertips brushed across her flesh, sending a swarm of goosebumps over her arms. Her nipples poked through the thin material, and her neck rolled so her head could rest against his muscular chest.
“I just need to soak for a minute. I’m so sore.”
“I’ll bring you some more tea.” He kissed the top of her head and Giselle watched him leave as she slipped out of her gown and dipped her foot in the tub.
The water was as hot as she liked it, so she slowly submerged her entire body into it and placed her head against the porcelain of the claw tub.
With her arms resting along the side, she absorbed the silence and let the essential oils do their thing.
The eucalyptus fragrance opened her nostrils right up.
“Here, this is the adult version of that tea Petal had me whip up. She said to put some whiskey in it for you.” Heavy stood at her side and offered her a coffee mug.
“You’re taking such good care of us. Thank you.” Giselle grabbed the mug and brought it to her lips.
The whiskey hit her nose before anything else, but she took a slow sip.
“Mmm, damn. That’s strong.”
“Yeah, she said the trick was for it to knock you out.” He chuckled. “Drink that and soak for a minute. I’m going to clean the kitchen and keep an eye on them.”
Giselle wasn’t sure how long she’d been in the tub, but she was all wrinkled up by the time she got out.
Heavy brought her pink silk pajamas and left them on the counter for her.
She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and moisturized her body before stepping into the cool atmosphere of her room.
She smiled when she found Heavy curled up with the twins sleeping.
Grabbing her phone, she went right to the camera so she could snap a couple of pictures to save the moment.
She frowned when he device suddenly lit up in her hand.
Once again, she didn’t pick up, but then the doorbell chimed.
She eased her feet into her slippers beside the bed so she could go answer.
The chiming didn’t stop as she padded down the hall, and now she was irritated as hell at whoever was acting like they had no fucking home training. Not bothering to check and see who it was, she flung the door open and came face to face with the last person she expected to lay eyes on again.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Daggers shot through her stare at Alonzo standing on her front porch. Looking much older, thinner, and broker, he raked his dismal eyes over her, still enamored by her beauty.
“What’s up, G? I came to see my kids.” Alonzo stepped closer, as if she was just about to let him come into her house.
Giselle held up an arm to block him. “Over my dead body.”
“They’re still my kids! I can see them whenever the fuck I feel like it!”
“Not anymore,” Giselle informed him. “Your access is denied to my kids,” she emphasized.
With his thumb and first finger, he plugged his nostrils and took a breath. Giselle knew he was high the minute his glistening eyes latched onto hers. With a low, dangerous chuckle, he glanced at the ground.
“You want to deal with me or a judge, Giselle?”
“You making threats?”
“I’m trying to compromise with you. I didn’t have to come here. I could have had you served with papers.”
“You already did!” she spat. “You think you can show up at my house and demand to see my kids after abandoning them and forcing them out of their home?”
“You think you gon’ stop me?” he challenged, inching closer than she wanted.
“Alonzo, get the fuck away from my house.”
“Legally, those are my kids, Giselle.”
“And you petitioned the judge to leave them in my custody, Alonzo. You don’t get to show up whenever the fuck you want.”
“I’ve been calling, and you won’t answer the phone.” He stepped toward her menacingly, and Giselle backed up, unsure what he was capable of.
At one point, he was her husband, and she thought she knew him, but when he robbed her right in her face, it showed her that he was capable of anything.
She stumbled into a nearby wall, and Alonzo locked her in.
He propped an arm above her, resting his hand against the wall, so he could tower over her.
“Why are you here? Things with Esti not everything you thought it would be?” Giselle mocked.
“Don’t talk about that bitch!” Alonzo barked.
“Why not?” Giselle tilted her head. “She a sore spot for you? I thought everything between the two of you was on one accord. You look like shit, by the way. Sis stressing you out like that?”
Snarling, he reached for her throat, locking his fingers around it and crowding her airwaves with his grip. Gasping for air, Giselle swung on him, but missed, and Alonzo only tightened his grasp.
Click-clack! Giselle heard the gun cock as a bullet entered the chamber. She watched the barrel of the chrome 9-millimeter press into Alonzo’s temple. He didn’t release her, but he stopped moving and breathing simultaneously.
“Let her go,” Heavy growled, arm steady with the pistol against Alonzo’s head, daring him to try something.
His hand slowly slipped from around Giselle’s neck and to his side before he took a couple of steps back.
“You already got my kids around another man?”
“Not just another man. Their father,” Giselle corrected him.
Fear flickered behind Alonzo’s gaze when it locked on Heavy. He hadn’t budged. Nigga looked like a weapon with a weapon the way his golden bronze arm flexed, holding his gun. Throwing his hands up, Alonzo laughed lightly.
“That’s why you came back here? For some low-level thug?”
Heavy aimed at his feet and fired a round.
“The fuck?” Alonzo looked like he was polka dancing, trying to avoid the bullet ricocheting and hitting him.
“Next time, I won’t miss,” Heavy vowed.
“I suggest you call your lawyer, Giselle. I’m sure he’ll be receiving that paperwork. See you in court.” Alonzo knew better than to give Heavy his back, so he backtracked until he was on the porch, and Giselle went to slam the door behind him.
Heavy dropped the gun at his side and walked toward her. Reaching past, he looked through the small window to make note of the car Alonzo was driving and trying to catch his license plate. Turning the lock, he turned to Giselle who paced behind him while calling Malcolm.
“Giselle.” He sighed the minute he picked up.
“Malcolm, what is going on? Alonzo was just here—”
“I know. I’m working on it. I was going to call you after speaking to the judge and dealing with his attorneys.”
“What the hell is this? What is he trying to do?”
“He wants joint custody of the kids. He is still on record as their father according to the state of Kansas.”
“He’s not getting anywhere near my kids! He just came here and put his hands on me!”
“Listen, I need you to calm down. I’m driving down tomorrow, so we can strategize.”
“I have a strategy. Their real father is here.’
“That’s good.” Malcolm perked up. “He needs to get his own legal counsel and go to the court to petition for his rights. He’ll have to submit to a DNA test as well.
Once that’s established, we can have Alonzo’s rights terminated.
You should also go to the police and let them know you want a restraining order.
Set up a timeline. Alonzo won’t be able to do anything until he sees a judge. ”
“Find out what happened with him and Esti. Something else is up.” Giselle ran her fingers through her hair, still wearing a hole in the floor as Heavy watched her.
“I’ll see you sometime tomorrow,” Malcolm told her before hanging up.
Her pulse raced as she gripped her phone at her side, and she suddenly couldn’t stop shaking. Growing dizzy, she lowered herself to the bench in the hall and rocked a little.
“He’s trying to get access to my kids. I can’t let that happen.” She shook her head adamantly.
“It ain’t fucking happening.” Heavy tucked the pistol behind his waist. “Go pack some shit for you and the kids for a few days,” he instructed.
Giselle didn’t question his orders. She hopped up like she was on fire to get her and her babies together.
Heavy made a few calls while loading all their shit into his truck and wrapping Heir and Harlee up tight before taking them from the house to the car.
Giselle slipped into more casual attire, pink tights with a long-sleeved pink and white K.
Bridges shirt and matching trainer sneakers.
She’d discovered the designer while scrolling some other stuff, but her products were dope, so she had a lot of her casual line.