Unbreakable #3
“I don’t care!” Giselle threw her hands up and shut her eyes tight to tune him out.
“It’s over. So, if you want a dose of the truth…
here it is.” She stepped into his space, making sure he heard every word while looking him dead in the face.
“I never loved you. You never made me happy. You provided financial security, that was it. My life is full now. I have everything I ever wanted and some things I thought I’d never have.
I’m not going to let you or anybody else take that from me either. ”
“Heav, what’s going on?” Viggo questioned from near the exit. He’d stepped outside to bring the car around for Prischa and Pierre when he heard the commotion.
“Do me a favor,” Heavy requested.
“What’s that? And who the fuck is this?”
“My ex-husband,” Giselle informed him, tucking her arms across her chest.
“Bring your car around. I need to take care of something. Where’s Pri?”
“Grabbing Pierre. I was about to take them home,” Viggo answered.
“You trying to squash this shit with us?” Heavy tried him.
“What you need me to do?”
“Bring the car around and take a ride with me,” Heavy instructed.
“Aight.” Viggo nodded, and Heavy took the butt of his gun and knocked Alonzo on the back of his head.
His knees buckled, and he fell over, crumbling at Giselle’s feet.
“Here, take the car. Drop Pierre and Prischa at her spot, then head home.” Heavy went into his pocket for his keys.
“What are you going to do?”
“Giselle.” His tone was firm.
“Huey, I’m worried. I don’t want this coming back on you.”
“Don’t worry then. I know what I’m doing, and ain’t shit coming back on me because I’m not the only enemy this nigga got.” He tucked his pistol behind his back.
“Just drop Pri and ’nem off and get our babies home. Text me when you get there. I love you.”
She froze. The words fell so naturally off his lips as he stepped over Alonzo.
Resting a hand on her hip, he drew her in for a kiss.
Tires screeched when Viggo whipped his Audi behind Heavy’s truck.
Popping the trunk, he put it in park and came to help scoop Alonzo off the ground and inside.
Once he was secure, he slammed it closed and faced his cousin.
“Now what?”
“You drive. I’ll tell you where to go. Giselle is taking Prischa and Pierre home.”
“Aight.” Viggo nodded in agreement, then he and Heavy got into the car and pulled off.
Giselle silently prayed as the back exit door swung open, and Prischa stepped out with Pierre in her arms. The boy was big, so it was obvious she was struggling as she peered around the lot for Viggo.
She spotted Giselle instead and saw that she seemed a bit flustered.
Her natural creamy buttermilk skin was all flushed, making her red.
“Was Viggo here?”
“Yeah. He had to leave with Heavy to take care of something. I guess I’m your ride home,” Giselle responded sheepishly.
Prischa looked her up and down.
“I can move Heir’s car seat over so you can put him in the back.”
It took about five minutes to get them all situated, but Giselle finally started the car and backed out of her space.
Viggo shot a quick text to Prischa, letting her know he was sorry but would explain things when he saw her.
Sighing, she set her phone in her lap and stared out her window as Giselle maneuvered them through traffic to her house.
“I don’t know whose bright idea it was to throw this party and have the block party the next day.” Giselle laughed a little trying to lighten the tension in the air.
Prischa had no words for her.
She had no interest in playing nice with Giselle after everything.
Facts were facts though. All the people they cared about moved in the same circles.
There would be no avoiding each other when it came to holidays, birthdays, activities for the kids.
Unfortunately they were bound by the bonds that had formed within the two families over the years.
“Look, I ain’t with all the fake shit.” Giselle stopped at a red light and glanced her way. “I put on enough appearances in my life for that, and I’m not trying to do that here.”
“So don’t,” Prischa muttered.
“Fine. I’m not going to kiss your ass to be cool either. I know you mean a lot to Heavy and his family, and so does your son. Y’all are family, but… we’re his family now too.”
“For now.” Prischa examined her nails for a moment, and the light turned green.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you seem to have a habit of running off. So, we’ll see how long this little situation lasts.” She finally spun her head in her direction.
“I have kids. I can’t just run off when things aren’t going my way anymore. I won’t do that to them. They deserve to have their father and… I care about him too,” she defended herself.
“You care about him so much that you kept him from those kids for almost four years. On the surface it might seem like he forgives you, but trust me, it’s going to be something you question for the rest of your life.
Is he with you for you or for them?” she taunted, making Giselle uncomfortable as she shifted in her seat and tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
Simpering to herself, Prischa knew she’d struck a nerve, which had been her intention all along.
She envied how he doted on her and became a different person in her presence.
It was all the things she’d wished for them over the years.
Seeing him give it to someone else left her with feelings of inadequacy that she hated!
Viggo validated her in a way that no man ever had.
She didn’t realize how much he paid attention to her until they got together.
“You’re going to be dead set on not liking me no matter what I do.” Giselle shook her head.
“So why even try?” Prischa quipped, still amused that she had somehow gotten under the ice princess’s skin.
“Because your son has a room at his house. He means something to him. I don’t want to deprive that little boy of that.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure Pierre doesn’t interfere with your perfect little life you over there building,” Prischa drawled.
“That’s not what I said or what I meant,” Giselle argued.
“Hmm… that’s what I heard.” Prischa didn’t utter another word the entire drive.
Ten minutes later, they pulled into her driveway, and Giselle didn’t bother speaking to her again either as she unloaded Pierre.
She had the decency to wait until they were safely in the house before backing out the driveway and heading toward Heavy’s home.
The entire drive, she replayed the conversation.
Did everyone else think the same thing about her?
Did Heavy? Plagued with those disturbing thoughts, she cruised on autopilot the rest of the way home.