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“It’s embarrassing. I was going to marry him, Niy! I planned my whole future with a man I didn’t even know.”
“Marcel had been hiding it since before he met you. He had a lot of practice, so don’t beat yourself up because you didn’t know.”
“You’re right.”
“And don’t feel like you have to protect him either. Fuck him.”
“I don’t give a fuck about him.”
“Good. You shouldn’t because he doesn’t deserve that much,” Niyomi fussed.
I turned at the sound of the alarm dinging, thankful that Gianni was coming through the door. I feared for his safety when he walked out. We hadn’t been speaking, but the darkness in his eyes let me know that wherever he was headed would feel his wrath.
“Gianni is home. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Talk to your husband. Love you.”
“Love you too.” Hanging up the phone, I check on Serenity resting comfortably in her bassinet. Everybody preached about co-sleeping, but as a nervous new mom, I wanted my baby next to me.
Gianni felt the same, but his had less to do with nerves and more to do with wanting Serenity close at all times. The transition to her room would never happen if it were up to him.
“What are you doing up?” Gianni asked, hesitating in the doorway.
“We need to talk,” I demanded, standing up so we could do so without waking Serenity. Gianni groaned, likely because he didn’t want to, but he followed me downstairs anyway, swiping the monitor off the dresser.
“Where were you?”
“Out.”
“Obviously, Gianni. Where did you go?”
“I had to handle something. I handled it and came home,” he replied, completely uninterested in this conversation.
“You can’t stay in the same room with me for more than five minutes. You have nothing to say if it’s not about Renni. You keep saying you’re not angry but acting like you are.” Gianni’s eyes roamed around the room likely because he was caught. “We don’t know each other that well, so I don’t know what to expect, so talk to me. Teach me.”
Gianni wanted to refuse. I could see the internal struggle between wanting to stay mad and being sympathetic to my feelings. He remained in the middle of the floor, likely afraid to get any closer to me because he’d lose what little control he had left.
“You’re dangerous as fuck you know that,” Gi finally conceded, tired of being at odds.
“Your attitude, I can handle, but I can’t take you shutting me out.”
“Trust me. You ain’t ready for that shit either.” He finally moved across the room, joining me on the couch. It was the closest we had been in days- physically and emotionally.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about-.”
“I told you. I don’t give a fuck about that.” Gianni struggled over what to say next; the longer he hesitated, the more nervous I became. “TJ is your brother.”
It was so much going on at the moment that it hadn’t dawned on me when TJ continuously referenced his family. I was so focused on Marcel and the smug grin on his face that TJ was honestly an afterthought.
“I thought Trent sent TJ to use his sister to back me into a corner. Certain shit is off limits, and my wife is one of them. They crossed a line, so I crossed one back.” The possessive yet affectionate manner in which he referred to me as his wife made my pussy throb.
This man. My man.
“Did you kill him?” I felt compelled to ask, which caused him to chuckle.
“Would you be angry if I did?” Gianni asked as I shifted toward him. Darkness was all I saw in his eyes while trying to read them.
“No.” Trent hadn’t been in my life, and despite him wanting to establish a relationship, I wasn’t sure if that’s what I wanted. It sounded harsh, but my life would honestly be no different. “Did you?”
