Lyric
I woke up petrified!
One, everything that happened between Tristian and I came back like a tidal wave and the soreness in my vagina was another indication of the torture I had to endure.
Did it feel good? Yes, I'd probably think about it for the next couple of days.
Do I regret it? Yes. I still know little about Tristian: only his occupation, his name or even his fucking age.
God, I'm such a whore.
And two, when I woke up in his arms, realizing where I was, I went back to my room as quietly as I could hoping no one saw me or caught me.
Alex was up and by my door, watching over Trevor which I appreciated but the look in his eye told me he knew where I was coming from.
When I woke up again, I couldn't find Trevor in bed with me.
I searched the whole entire mansion, thinking he was with Allen but then when I couldn't him, Trevor, Tristian or Alex, I started losing my shit.
I couldn't find my baby anywhere. I threw on the first thing I could find which was a large tee shirt and some big shorts, I didn't even bother removing my bonnet because my mind was racing.
I asked the maids if they knew where anyone was and nobody said a thing.
That's when I bumped into him- the Bald headed punk who was mean to me the first night I got here. "You.." I glared when I bumped into his back.
His eyes narrow. "Forgot you were still here". He mumbled.
"Where is Tristian?" I demand, folding my arms and ignoring the way he eyed my clothing.
"Out."
"Doing what? Where's my son? Allen? Hell, even Alex? I'd rather have anyone instead of you, Mr. Baldy."
"The name's Tj, not baldy, woman."
"I don't give a fuck if your name was Elmo, where is my brother and my son?"
"Calm your tits, everyone went with Tristian to the mall."
"To the-" he took my child without telling me? My pacing was erratic as I made my way to the living room, running my hands through my hair in frustration. To the mall? With Tristian? And Allen just...let it happen? My anxiety was a living thing, clawing at my throat.
I don't care if it was harmless, Tristian is a dangerous man and if anyone sees my baby with him, he could be a target.
Has everyone gone mad?!
I knew I shouldn't have slept with him. It clouded my judgment, made me feel...dependent, somehow. And now this. He was playing house, and my son was the toy.
I imagined all sorts of scenarios. Paparazzi snapping pictures of Tristian holding Trevor, instantly linking them. Rivals recognizing Allen, associating him with Tristian, and therefore, associating Trevor with danger. Every minute that ticked by amplified my fear.
Finally, I heard the rumble of cars approaching. I rushed to the front door, yanking it open before they even stopped completely. My eyes scanned the vehicles, landing on Tristian's car. Relief washed over me so powerfully, it almost buckled my knees.
Trevor was in the back seat, strapped into a new car seat. He was grinning, clutching a stuffed unicorn almost as big as he was. Allen looked sheepish, avoiding my gaze as he climbed out with two bags of what looks like toys. Tristian followed, towering over them both, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
Rage, hot and volcanic, erupted inside me.
I stormed towards the Jeep, yanking open the back door. "Trevor Raven, what the hell were you thinking, leaving without saying anything?" My voice was sharper than I intended, and Trevor flinched. Guilt pricked at me, but I couldn't stop the torrent of words. "You can't just disappear like that! Mommy was so worried!"
Trevor's lower lip trembled. "I'm sowwy, Mommy. Daddy said we go to get some toys."
My heart squeezed at his words. Daddy?. He was already manipulating my son, buying his affection with toys and trips.
I reached in and unbuckled Trevor, pulling him into a tight hug. I buried my face in his hair, inhaling the familiar scent of his shampoo and sunshine. "Don't ever do that again, baby. Mommy needs to know where you are."
As I held Trevor, I rounded on Allen, my voice dangerously low. "And you! You let him take my son? Knowing everything? You're supposed to be looking out for us, you idiot!"
Allen flinched, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with genuine remorse. "Lyric, I'm sorry, okay? He just wanted to take him to the mall, get him something nice. I didn't think..."
"You never think, Allen! That's the problem!" I snapped, pushing past him. I wasn't finished.
My gaze landed on Tristian, who was watching the scene unfold with an unreadable expression. He looked...annoyed?
I approached him, my fists clenched at my sides. "You! How dare you take my son without my permission? Who the hell do you think you are?"
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes hardening. "He's my son too, Lyric. I wanted to spend some time with him."
"You don't get to just waltz in here and play daddy whenever you feel like it! You're a drug lord, Tristian! My son doesn't need to be involved in any of your shit! Let alone be seen in public with you!" I spat, my voice rising with each word.
"Fix your tone," he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You're making a scene."
"I don't care about a scene! I care about my son's safety! You put him at risk, taking him out like that. What if someone recognized you? What if something happened?"
He took a step closer, invading my personal space. "Nothing happened. We were perfectly safe."
"That's not the point!" I retorted, refusing to back down. "You don't get to make decisions about Trevor without talking to me first. I'm his mother, and I have a say in his life!"
He scoffed. "And I'm his father. And I'm trying to be a part of his life. But you keep pushing me away."
"Because you're a dangerous man, Tristian! I don't trust you!" The words hung in the air between us, raw and honest.
His expression darkened. "Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to sleep with me."
The blow hit me harder than a physical one. He was right. And that realization stung. I wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the same fear and anxiety I felt right now.
"And maybe you should have thought about the consequences before you decided to drag my brother into your mess!" I shot back, pointing a finger at him. "He owes you money, Tristian. He's in debt to a piece of shit like you. How do you think that makes me feel?"
He looked at Allen with something akin to disappointment. Then, his gaze returned to me, cold and hard. "That's between me and him."
"No, it's not! It affects me, it affects my son! Everything you do affects us!" I was yelling now, my voice cracking with emotion.
"Then maybe you should have told Trevor I was his father in person, instead of behind my back, while I wasn't there," he said, his voice low and laced with anger. "I wanted to be there for that moment. I wanted to see his reaction."
I sucked in a breath. That hurt. I was so angry and scared that I took that moment away from him, even though I knew he deserved to be there.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have told him like that," I admitted, my voice softer now, but still laced with defiance. "But you're not making this easy, Tristian. You're not making any of this easy."
He sighed, running a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. "I'm trying, Lyric. I really am, but you're making it impossible and I'm not kissing your ass."
"I'm trying to protect my son," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. "Can't you understand that?"
He looked at me for a long moment, his expression softening slightly. "I do," he said quietly. "But you need to trust me, Lyric. You need to trust that I would never do anything to hurt him."
Trust him? Trust a man who made a living selling poison? Trust a man who commanded fear and respect in equal measure? Trust a man who had already entangled my brother in his dangerous web?
I wanted to. God, I wanted to believe him. But the fear was too strong, the stakes too high.
"I don't know if I can," I said, my voice barely audible.
He stepped back, breaking the tension, his eyes filled with a mixture of coldness and resignation. "Then we have a fucking problem."
He turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, Trevor clinging to my leg, and the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders.