All the Right Moves | AUGUST ALSINA.

ATRM | FORTY-SIX.

Onyx will play a MAJOR role in the last section of this book, just a heads up. My man my man!

Enjoy.

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Miami, Florida.
August 2nd, 2024.
Unedited.

"Time to wake y'all asses up!" Ares exclaimed, barging into Amon's bedroom and jumping in between him and Phoenix. "Damn, the hell, y'all sleep holding each other? Move nigga." He huffed, squeezing himself in between them and propping his arms behind his head.

"Jesus Christ." Phe grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut while Amon grabbed his pillow and put it over his face, turning over in silence.

"No, better." Ares joked, grinning at her as she huffed and sat up slowly, putting her head in her hands.

"What time is it?"

"It's currently..." Ares checked the Apple Watch Onyx gifted him, "Seven in the morning, on the dot actually."

"Ares, are you kidding me?" Phe groaned and ran her hands down her face, "What? What's wrong? Hm?" She rubbed her nose and finally opened her eyes, turning her head to look over at him.

"So, I was thinking right?" He smiled and decided to lay across her lap, putting his legs across Mo's body as he stared up at her. "I cannot only be the best man, but I can be the officiant, the flower boy, the DJ - matter fact? Make me security too cus' a muhfucka' got one time to act like they gon' do sum', I'ma go, blat! Bow! Bow!" He exclaimed, being overly animated with his gun noise and gesture.

"You got three seconds to get the fuck out my room." Amon suddenly spoke from under his pillow.

"Well sissy didn't say that soooo, you got three seconds." Reese rolled his eyes, "Right sissy?"

"Don't include me in your mess." She grabbed Mo's phone off of the nightstand, checking the time before putting it back and getting up. "I might as well get my day started. I'm gonna shower, baby boy can you please let Bully get his sleep? I don't need him cranky today, we have wine and cake tasting at noon and once he's in his feelings, he acts like he has no decorum."

"Girl fuck you."

"Excuse me?" Phe put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows, seeing Amon peek his head from under his pillow.

"Huh? I was talking to Ares, not you baby." He sheepishly smiled.

"Bullshit." Ares scoffed, deciding to lay right up under Amon, scrolling aimlessly on social media. "Mo, you remember big booty Kelsey?"

"Annnnd that's my cue." Phoenix chuckled and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"She on her third kid now, tsk tsk. We had health together too like did she learn nothing? This why I be telling bitches to use they butt-"

"Ouuu, get the fuck out my rooooom!" Amon whined and kicked his legs jokingly, yelling into his pillow. "Bruh, where the fuck yo' momma at?"

"Dead. Cartier glasses yes or no?" Reese turned his phone screen over, shoving it Amon's face, screeching when Mo smacked his hand and then his cheek. "Bitch!"

"Ya' mama." Mo grumbled with his eyes still closed. "Nah for real, where the fuck your boyfriend at? Amir? Onyx? Shit, Omar?"

"Welllll, Amir and Ony are in Canada-"

"You said what?" That alone made Amon pop up and prop himself on his elbows, making a face as he looked at Ares who scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.