After Eight years, Ghenesis Santiago leaves for Atlanta, Ga to try having a relationship with her father and his new family. While having to maintain her senior year in highschool and working with her brother and his Crew under her father's orders...
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Thursday Morning
It’s been 18 hours since I did that damn IVF… and the panic was finally startin’ to creep in for real. In two weeks, I’d know for sure if I was pregnant. Two. Weeks. And every hour felt like my brain was playin’ double dutch with my anxiety.
Part of me wanted it to come back negative. Another part of me was… lowkey hopin’. Don’t ask me why. Maybe ‘cause I ain’t never felt this close to something that was actually mine. After my friends got me calm last night, we all agreed—we wait. No symptoms? No freak outs. Just chill until that call come in. But let’s be real… I was freaking the fuck out. And Zeus? He wasn’t making it any better.
The minute I got back to the clubhouse, he was all in my face. "Where you go? Why you ain’t answer your phone?"
Sir—I was dodging you for a reason. But I couldn’t even begin to explain what happened. I wasn’t ready to deal with his mouth… or his hands.
Right now, I had to focus on the job. It was damn near 8 a.m. out here in Vegas We had 24 hours 'til Palooza kicked off tomorrow, and my body was screamin’ for sleep. The boys rented a blacked-out Cadillac Navigator. Zeus? He rolled in luxury with a matte black Rolls Royce lookin’ like a whole villain from a hood soap opera.He grabbed my bags like it was nothin’ and tossed them in the trunk. I climbed in the passenger seat and leaned my head against the cool window, letting myself doze off.
“Ghen… Peaches, baby, wake up.” I felt his hand on my waist, his voice all low and syrupy. I blinked a few times, eyes adjusting. We were in front of this big ass house—looked like a rapper’s vacation property.
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" "This don’t look like no hotel," I mumbled, stretching as I stepped out the car. “That’s ‘cause it’s not. It’s another clubhouse," Zeus said, poppin’ the trunk again. "How many y’all got?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "Almost every state. Helps with business. Plus… I don’t do crowds." That part didn’t shock me. Zeus wasn’t exactly Mr. Congeniality. I went to grab my bag, and he waved me off. "I got it, Peaches. Come on." Peaches? He touched the front door handle—click. Opened it like it was Fort Knox. “This door only unlocks with our fingerprints. I gotta get Nico to program yours in.” “Oh, okay high-tech Scarface,” I teased. Upstairs we went, down a long hall to this big ass black double door with Z.H. engraved in gold. "Wow, not you got a custom room." He chuckled and opened it..
