Bitches Die Too

~41~

"Im not his girl.... Im just pregnant with his child"

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Jario's POV

We had just checked out from our hotel room about 45 minutes ago. The car ride was silent, other than the random grunts that came from Eva. Since she hadn't waited to be discharged, she was never prescribed her pain meds, meaning me and Jordae had to deal with her groans.

"You sure you're okay Eva? We could always take you to another hospital" Jordae said after she groaned for about the 6th time. I looked over at her, with one hand in front of me steering the wheel and then back to the highway in front of me.

"She's fine" I bluntly answered. Immediately, Jordaes energy shifted and she switched to her classical, obnoxious, attitude.

"Well I'm sure she can speak for herself-

"Nah sis he's right. Im fine. We all have problems that we need to handle, But if we don't get this shit with ya husband under control? We won't even have the chance to handle the shit"

The entire car remained silence. She had spoken a piece. As selfish as it sounded, right now I couldn't focus on anything else but finding this nigga and putting this shit to an end. With him in the way? I couldn't even find enough time to think about my kids, and I hated that feeling.

"He's not my husband by the way" Dae spoke after a minute of silence.

"Ya husband, ya fiancé, ya boyfriend. who gives a fuck. He's a dead man walking"

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"Stop the car" JorDae blurted out. I looked over to her, ignoring her demand. She clutched her stomach and looked up to me. "Move with some fucking urgency and stop the car dumb ass" She snapped.

Almost immediately I put my foot to the brakes and pulled over to the side of the rode in front of a strip club. From the outside, it looked big as shit. It was only 11pm so cars were there, but I'm sure more would be there a little later.

JorDae opened the car door and immediately me and Eva opened our doors behind her. She jogged to the entrance, still clutching her stomach until she reached the building running straight towards the ladies room.

"Go with her" I demanded to Eva. She nodded her head and followed after Dae. She had been throwing up a lot more. I know her high risk of carrying kids so I looked at it as a good sign. Until we could get her to a doctor, active movements from the baby was a sign of life.

I began to observe the club. A very rich but potent cigar smoke lingered around the vip sections. Drunk men sat at the bar, passing off bill after bill. Strippers of all tones, races and forms preformed all around. Security didn't budge or bust a muscle, their guard was up and they were very obviously well trained. The club was well put together, I admit.

I sat at the bar and pulled my phone out, seeing I had received a text from Tank about Aiyln. It was a video of her dancing around in a ballerina suit to music on the tv. I smiled, watching it over and over about 3 times before hearting the video and preparing my thumbs to type back.

"I miss my boo. Why do they have you watching her this late? Where is Dezire? Busy with her son? What about Sir or Jalon?"

I sent my message before putting my phone to sleep and tucking it right back to my pocket.

"Hello handsome, what could I get for you today?" A bar tender asked standing right before me. Her voice was grown and sexy. She had perfected her smell, her eyes slanted to the sides as if she were blasian but I know she was 100% nigga. Although her hair was obviously a little messy, she made it look well.