14. What You Need #2
“What are you up to?” she asked, heart racing when she focused on him and squinted.
Mozzi swept his tongue across his lips, and Coast’s middle throbbed. Everything about him excited and aroused her, but those lips had carried her to heaven many times in the last few months.
“First of all, I don’t do this type of shit. And… I talked to Wade a minute ago about what I was planning, so he gave his approval.” He went into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small box.
Coast’s breathing sharpened.
“But I’m not letting you drift out of my life like you temporary for me, because you’re not.”
“Moses.” She gasped when he cracked the box open.
The white gold band was lined with diamonds, and in the center, a 14-karat oval shaped diamond surrounded by another cluster. Not only did the ice blind her, but so did her tears as she looked at the ring then up into his handsome face.
“I’m not asking for perfection, Trouble. And not just because of this baby or none of that. I’m asking for you. Every part of you. Will you marry me?”
Her knees weakened, and for a moment, the only sound came from the wind blowing and snow hitting their surroundings as it grew heavier. Smiling, Coast blinked back tears.
“Yes!” she squealed, throwing her arms around him.
With her hands on the nape of his neck, she drew him in for another kiss.
Both of his strong hands cuffed her ass, giving it a squeeze before his tongue brushed against hers.
When they parted for air, Coast couldn’t contain the grin on her face.
Mozzi swept his hand over her cheek, and something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.
Inari stood at the glass French doors with Desiree, Marina, Wade, and Kara with her face pushed against the glass.
Inari filmed the whole thing with a huge grin plastered across her face.
“Look at these nosy mufuckas.” Mozzi nodded past Coast, and she glimpsed everyone over her shoulder.
“Congratulations!” Inari cheered and clapped on the other side of the door.
With his arm around her, Mozzi ushered Coast back inside where Inari jumped up and down like a fool.
“Let me see the ring!” She immediately grabbed Coast’s hand to inspect the diamond. “Mozzi, you have impeccable taste.”
Before he could respond, his cell phone went off in his pocket, and he went to retrieve it. He’d been expecting this call, so he excused himself from everyone to take it.
“Tell me something good, Clue.”
“I got your package on ice,” his enforcer informed him.
Mozzi grinned wickedly and swiped his beard, watching Coast be the center of attention as everyone loved on her and admired the ring he’d put on her finger. The news he received was only going to make this night even more perfect.
“Say less. Keep him there.” After hanging up, he shoved the phone back into the pocket of his slacks and returned to the kitchen.
“You picked this ring out by yourself?” Desiree asked, holding Coast’s hand up and admiring the ice.
Mozzi sucked his teeth.
“I’m just saying. It’s exquisite, and it suits her,” Desiree conveyed.
“I know. That’s why I chose it.” He leaned in to peck Coast’s sweet lips. “I gotta roll for a minute.”
“Really, Moses?” Coast jerked back from his kiss and studied him with annoyance. “Now?”
“I’ll be back before you close those pretty ass eyes tonight, Trouble. I promise.” He stole another kiss and grabbed her stomach with both hands to show her bump the same affection.
“Promise me you’re going to be careful. Whatever you’re doing.” Coast grabbed his hand, and Mozzi stood tall, so he could look into her eyes.
“I know what’s waiting for me.” He nodded to everyone else and strolled away.
Coast didn’t take her eyes off him until he disappeared. Stopping in the foyer to grab his black trench coat off the nearby hook, he paused when Audiemar emerged from the living room with a glass of Marek Reserve Whiskey in his glass.
“Where you off to?” he asked, taking a sip with his pinky lifted, showing off the ruby red diamond ring sparkling on his finger.
“Just handling something last minute before we hop on this flight.” Mozzi adjusted his coat on his shoulders.
“Take Moose or Brim with you,” Audiemar advised.
“Pop—”
“Humor me, Moses. Shit is tense right now. You already been shot once,” Audiemar reasoned.
Mozzi tugged on his coat at the wrist and dropped a sigh.
“Aight. Moose!” His brother was high, but that never stopped him from being on point.
He wanted to get him away from Inari’s bitch ass baby daddy anyway before he started some shit. Shirt wrinkled, eyes red, Moose stepped into the hallway.
“Roll with me. Just for a minute.”
“Fuck it.” Moose shrugged and brought the blunt to his lips.
He moved toward the door to meet up with Mozzi, but Audiemar slapped a hand against his chest. Moose’s dark gaze drifted to his father’s tatted hand on him then up into his serious eyes.
“Shake that shit off and stay on point. You hear me?” He warned, still holding his glass and lifting his index finger to emphasize his point.
At this point, everyone knew Moose’s recreational habits were becoming a problem.
Now, waking up and getting high was the norm.
He smoked less weed because he was always coked up, but his alcohol intake had increased.
There was never any controlling him, and they were all aware of it.
Moose was good for pushing you away if he didn’t like how you were coming at him.
He would shut down, isolate himself, and tune the world out if you let him.
Audiemar, Kong, or Mozzi had to pull him back from the brink plenty of times.
“I hear you.” Moose shook him off and turned his nose up, not realizing Inari was heading their way from the kitchen.
“Then, hear me, Morgan. Deal with your shit.”
“Let’s go.” Mozzi pitched one of the double doors open, leaving it open for Moose to pass through.
He followed him, closing the door behind them as the cold wind slapped them in the face. Mozzi hit the alarm on his black Range Rover and hiked in that direction with Moose behind him.
“The fuck we going?” Moose grumbled, searching the ashtray for something to smoke.
His brother kept a blunt within reach.
“Got myself a loose end I need to tie up.” Revving the engine, Mozzi squeezed the steering wheel and cruised to the gate opening.
About thirty minutes later…
Whomp!
Mozzi rocked Sipes’ jaw with a right hook, sending blood spatters to the concrete floor.
Hanging on by a thread, chin drooping to his chest, blood leaked from his mouth, nose, and other wounds on his face.
He was so swollen he was already beginning to turn colors.
Hanging from a meat hook in the farmhouse torture chamber, his shallow breathing filled the room.
When Mozzi was done with him, he planned to feed the nigga to his army of pigs.
The only part of him that he was going to save was his hand with the very distinct Donahue organization tattoo so, his loved ones could identify him.
Taking a breath, his bare, sweaty chest heaving from the beating he’d been putting on this nigga, Mozzi took a step back.
Moose sat in a chair nearby, smoking a blunt with a bottle of bourbon at his feet, watching the show through the clouds of smoke. Taking the blunt from his lips, Mozzi brought it to his mouth and puffed.
“You doing all this don’t change the fact that’s my baby Coast is carrying.”
Through the pain, Sipes somehow managed a sinister laugh.
Like he was in a fog, his head grew cloudy with every passing minute.
He knew this was it. Mozzi wasn’t going to allow him to live.
So, he might as well fuck with him a little before he went.
Barely able to lift his head, he managed to make eye contact through his bloodshot orbs. Scowling, Mozzi continued to smoke.
“Every time you look at him or her, you’ll see me. How’s that going to feel? What are you going to tell them when they grow up and eventually find out the truth?” he questioned, wheezing with each breath since one of his lungs had more than likely collapsed a while ago.
Taking one last pull from the blunt, Mozzi handed it back to Moose, eyes still on Sipes. With slow, even steps, he moved in his direction, exhaling in his face. Bending his knees so they were eye level, Mozzi’s irises went black like oil.
“The fucking truth. Her daddy was a bitch nigga who didn’t deserve her or her mama.”
Sipe’s superior expression wavered when Mozzi revealed the sex of the baby. Pure hatred burned in their stares when they connected, and Mozzi tittered.
“Her name is Iara. She’s going to be a Blackmoor when she’s born because her mama will be my wife by the end of the day tomorrow. Even if I let you live, by all intents and purposes, legally and otherwise, that little girl is mine.” Going behind his back, he grabbed the red handle of a machete.
Raising it in the air, he swiped it across Sipes’ throat in one fatal move. Blood sprayed over Mozzi’s chest, and he watched Sipe’s convulse before taking his last breath and going limp.
“Gahdamn!” Moose brought the bottle to his lips and tipped his head back for a sip.
“Help me get his bitch ass down.”
“Have you seen Ayla?” Inari questioned Coast, frowning as she took in the empty kitchen.
The cleaning staff was doing their jobs since dinner wrapped about twenty minutes ago. Coast’s family had already left, but Bee made her promise to come to dinner in the next week so they all could spend some much-needed time together.
“Not for a while,” Coast answered, elbows on the table as she gripped a roast beef sandwich in her hand and took a bite.
She glanced at the Cartier watch on her wrist and saw that it was getting late and Mozzi and Moose still hadn’t returned. Growing anxious, she had to eat again to try and calm Iara in her belly. The girl was throwing kicks and punches to Coast’s ribcage like she was on a soccer team.