“Shio. I can explain?—”
“Bahati. We’ll talk after the flight.”
As if she were just now aware of her surroundings, she sat up fully and looked out of the window. “A private Jet?”
“Come on, Bahati. They ready for takeoff.”
Climbing out of the truck, I held my hand out and helped her get out as well. I could tell she was more than likely home lounging when they snatched her because she was in brown leggings that almost looked like they matched her skin and a blue graphic T-shirt. Her T-shirt and leggings were both dirty and dingy, and her house shoes were soiled like my clothing. My eyes zeroed in on her ass as we approached the stairs. She’d done good to keep her same shape through pregnancy. She actually looked like she didn’t even have a child, and I knew then that was her African genetics were showing up.
Don appeared at the jet’s entrance, and I was beginning to think this nigga was using a time machine. Ain’t no way he was conveniently everywhere.
“I guess you were right. You did get more money than my papa,” Bahati murmured.
Don moved from the opening and went into the cockpit to speak with the pilot.
Solana had set up away from the guys, who were at the back of the plane. The toddler was lying on the extended couch near the window, and she took a seat not far from it. Nel was standing over the middle-aged stewardess, a different one from when I flew in. This was a different and much bigger plane than my solotrip. When she handed him a plate of hot wings, I grunted. Only that nigga was hungry after a whole damn war.
I took my seat, and instead of Bahati sitting with her child, she sat right next to me. Her hands were still slightly shaking, and I somewhat felt bad about her experiencing this. I was going to have to have a long talk with her. She’d witness my folks and me kill, and with the way she was acting, I wasn’t too confident in her knowing what we were really into. This was a lot, but it was nothing in comparison to what we’d faced. These boys and I were built Ford fucking tough. I closed my eyes, grabbed my chain, and said a silent prayer to God for covering us. We didn’t deserve His mercy, but I was grateful as fuck for it.
The baby began crying, and everyone looked to me, including Bahati. When I looked at her right the fuck back, Solana stood and went to pick her up.
“Uhh, no. Who the fuck are you, and why do you keep picking up my child?”
“Awl shit!” Nel smacked on a chicken bone, still standing.
Solana ignored her and began to soothe the baby.
“Put my fucking daughter down, bitch!”
“Aye! Your arm fucked up!” I boasted, making Bahati jump. “She’s helping because your shit broke.”
“I… I have to use the restroom.” Bahati stood, and the stewardess guided her to the full bathroom on board.
Once the door shut, all eyes went to me.
“You know how you always saying your house is a place of peace?” Vello stretched his arms and snatched a wing off his brother’s plate. “Yeah, that shit dead. Bahati ’bout to shake all that shit up.”
Vello laughed while chewing the chicken wing as I shook my head. Knowing the jokes were about to start.
“Nigga been a daddy ten minutes and already got baby mama drama!” Matteo mocked.
“But on to you…” Nel pointed a chicken bone at Solana. “We all in Mexico, in shootouts and shit. What the fuck did you do? Nigga called me on ten, dishing out orders.”
“Nel, sit down,” Ezio said, knowing the reason everyone had gotten frantic calls from me this morning.
“Fuck you, Bobby! I know you know. This nigga tells your pretty ass everything.”
Ezio waved him off.
“Now…” He ate another wing. “You fucked another nigga, hunh? One of them Mexicans that’s tatted up, hunh? Is them the same niggas from the club? I can’t understand all that taquito shit, but I know when niggas tight about a bitch, respectfully.”
Solana continued to soothe the toddler, who was probably hungry and wet if she was still in diapers. I had a whole child, one that I didn’t know anything about. My child was in the same space as me. I’d procreated and felt like shit for not knowing. There was so much I wanted to know, and oddly, I didn’t want to get the answers from Bahati.
Fuck.This was all fucked up.
“Felipe was a man I was promised to. That arrangement no longer stands. That was his brother back there. I have sex with no one.” She looked at me. “Ever.”
Matteo’s head snapped up. “Ever… A virgin, nigga?” He threw the question at me.
