“My… you bought me a building!” she squealed.
“Yup. Tell me I’m the shit,” Mozzi boasted, grinning proudly as he leaned against the pillows behind him on the sofa.
“I love you!” She threw her arms around him and brushed her lips over his in a seemingly innocent exchange.
“I know. Now this gives you something else to do outside of Rara. She’s straight either way because she got me, but I don’t want you thinking you gotta devote your whole life to solely being a mother.”
“I love her,” Coast whispered, feeling guilty that she sometimes felt like her life was over, and she’d never be able to accomplish anything else.
“I know you do. She can’t be happy if you not happy, though. Her daddy a boss, and I’m trying to get her mama to see that in herself too. You can have it all, Trouble. Don’t doubt that, baby.”
“Technically, I am a Blackmoor now, but… how does Bellamy Productions sound?”
“Perfect.”
“This is so exciting!” Coast’s eyes lit up in a way he hadn’t seen in a long time. “I already have so many ideas. When can we go see it and start making plans?”
“Whenever you want. Kong is already on board to get a crew in there to make whatever changes you want. This is his and your project. I’m just the money man.”
“And my muse.” Coast cooed, throwing her arms around his shoulders and leaning in for another kiss.
Mozzi pulled her closer, dick stretching between his legs as her soft lady lumps settled against his strong frame. Arms around her, he shifted on the couch to put her on her back, so he could hover over her, and Iara started to fuss. Mozzi was going to ignore her for a minute, but then his doorbell rang.
“The fuck is that?” he sneered.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Coast looked at him.
“You expecting someone?”
“Hell nah. Muhfuckas know better. Except Moose.” He jumped off the couch to go find out who was disrupting his quality time.
Reaching for his pistol, which he left on a nearby accent table, he gripped it in his hand before unlocking his door and yanking it open. Immediate confusion crowded his face the minute he laid eyes on her.
“Elaine?” Mozzi’s dark gaze swept over his mother, noticing something off.
He hadn’t seen her since he was maybe twelve, when he talked Audiemar into letting him go see her behind bars. She was full of no accountability and even more bullshit, so he swore he’d never visit again. So, this was a shock. Something was different, though. It looked like her, but not identical. It was the eyes and the small mole under her right eye.
“No, baby boy. Elyse,” she announced, hand going to her Chloe shades, and she peered at him over them with a smile. “Your mama never told you she was a twin?”
“The hell?”
“I’m not surprised. She always wanted to be the star. You gon’ invite me in, or you gon’ make your auntie stay on the porch like some stranger.”
“You are some stranger,” he rebutted, waving her in with the gun.
In leather pants, a cheetah print corset top, and a sheer black cover up, she strutted inside like rent was due. Hips swaying, she threw her ass back and forth before whipping around to face him. Mozzi couldn’t help but study her. If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought she was his mother, but her mannerisms and the way she moved were new. Coast went to grab Iara from her bassinet and joined Mozzi in the foyer.
“This is a nice place,” Elyse observed. “I see that Blackmoor money holds you down.”
“Is that what you here for?” Mozzi tucked his pistol behind his back and lowered his arms in front of him.
Elyse lifted her glasses from her face and brought them to rest on her head as Coast sailed into the room with Iara on her hip.
“Is this the wife?”
Coast glanced curiously at her husband, then back at the woman in their home.
“Who is this?”
