𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

𝟦𝟤 | 𝖳𝖮 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖢𝖴𝖤

CIARA ARMANI LOVE | CICI

   "SURPRISED to see me?" Gabrielle smirked as she stalked around her daughter as if CiCi was her prey. "That lil stunt your boyfriend pulled was cute, could've worked if it wasn't for Nas. He gave me the heads up and at first, I called his bluff. My innocent sweet daughter was trying to kill me? Never. So I had to see for myself, and boy was I surprised. Who knew love made you this dumb!"

"And from the looks of it, you dumb and pregnant." A mother knew her daughter like the back of her hand. Although Gabrielle may not have been constantly present in her CiCi's life, she could smell the sex on her.

That comment left CiCi speechless. She never doubted her mother's intuition. It wasn't like she could prove Gabrielle's suspicions wrong. Her and Sage weren't having protected sex, they've never even thought of a condom since he took her virginity, and Plan B's didn't always prevent pregnancy. Especially when you and your partner were fucking like rabbits.

CiCi just couldn't wrap her head around how her mother was calling her out. She could've sworn she closed that chapter a long time ago. However, her eyes weren't playing tricks on her so it was clear a few pages were left unread. In fact, as she stood there with a lump buried in her throat, she thought about how she never got that call. She never received so much as a email to verify her mothers death. Letting something as big as that fly over her head wasn't because she was trying to ignore the situation, it was because she didn't care for it. Besides her birthday, school, cheer, graduation, prom, happened to be the main things on her mind at that moment.

"You've became friends with the devil, started working with the enemy, and practically faked your death. I know your not doing all of this for no reason. And not even that— oh, you a sheisty bitch." CiCi bitterly chuckled as she mentally put two and two together. "You had to sign your rights away in order for Ron to get custody of Candy. Meaning you let us think that you were dead. You let Candy think that you was really out of her fucking life! Do you know how many nights my sister has had to cry herself to sleep because she missed her mama? You're sick Gabrielle."

The brownskin boy on the arm of the couch clearly didn't like the tone of CiCi's voice. He sent a force punch to the side of her head, knocking her down to the floor. "Watch yo' mouth when you speak to her bitch!"

"It's okay Piles. She's just a little angry with her mama right now."

"I ain't got no mama."

"I gave you life. I'm always gone be yo' damn mama. What? You think that nigga whose put you up in that nice lil penthouse give a fuck about yo—"

"You obviously pressed he don't give a fuck about you. Mad that he opened my eyes and made me realized how much of a fucked up individual you really is." CiCi spat, finally releasing all her anger as she picked herself up from the carpet floor. As she rose to her full height, movement near the front window caught her eye. It was hard trying to contain the smile that so desperately wanted to grace her face but she had to keep her distraction going. "Or is you mad that he gave me a better life than you ever could? Mad that he's touching more racks than you've ever had? Mad that a nineteen year old is doing better than your forty one year old ass?"

"Nah, I think she mad that this nineteen year old about to put a bullet in her forty year old cranium." Sage smirked, sneaking up behind Gabrielle with an AK pressed against the back of her head.

Now, CiCi could release the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. As her eyes scanned the room, her smile grew brighter at the sight of Trey having Nas miniature ass in a head lock with a gun pressed to his temple, Rod and Youngboy had the lightskin boy vulnerable in the corner, and Ron didn't waste any time pistol whipping the brown skin boy, a loud crack following after.