Omniscient pov
Months passed, and the dynamics in the house had shifted in a way that felt almost peaceful.
Nicki's pregnancy was becoming more and more apparent, with her baby bump slowly making its grand entrance into the world. The girls were by her side every step of the way, each in their own way. Giselle took on the role of the dutiful partner, always ensuring that Nicki's every need was met, showering her with love and gifts. Bee was her constant emotional support, always there to comfort and cuddle her when the hormones would make her feel overwhelmed. Sasha, as always, was working tirelessly to provide for the family, ensuring there was enough money to keep food on the table and the lights on. And then there was Yoncé—ever the flirt, always there to satisfy Nicki's more physical cravings, especially when Nicki's hormones started to take over.
It was a routine that Nicki had come to rely on, and despite the occasional tension that had been there between her and Sasha, things felt good. But trouble had a way of finding Sasha.
She tried to stay away from it, away from her mafia connections, but the temptation was always there. She ran into her old friends a few times, and every encounter made her feel the pull, the itch in her finger, the urge to return to that world. But for Nicki, for their baby, Sasha resisted, even though the pressure was mounting.
One evening, just as things were starting to feel too perfect, there was a knock at the door.
Sasha opened it, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion when she saw a familiar face standing there.
It was Solange.
Her 15-year-old sister.
Sasha's heart dropped as she took in the sight of Solange standing there—her fiery spirit evident, but her usually strong and composed demeanor now carrying a certain weariness. The girl was calm like Giselle, but there was something darker in her eyes.
And that was when Sasha saw it.
A scar.
A big, angry mark running across Solange's face. The scar was a reminder of their childhood, of their mother, of everything Sasha had tried to forget.
"Solange..." Sasha's voice was low, anger building up inside her. "What happened to your face?"
"It's nothing," Solange shrugged, but Sasha could see the hurt in her sister's eyes. "Just a little fight with her. She—"
"Don't even say it," Sasha interrupted, already feeling the rage boiling inside her.
Sasha's past, her mother's abuse, was something she had always kept buried deep inside. It had shaped her, made her the woman she was today. But seeing her sister with that scar, the mark of their mother's cruelty—it was too much.
Solange had come to stay with them, escaping their mother's violence. Their mother, a drunk and abusive woman, had once again crossed the line, getting into a physical altercation with Solange. Her mother had cursed her name and pushed her to the breaking point.
Sasha knew exactly what that felt like. It wasn't just the physical fights; it was the emotional toll their mother had taken on them for years.
Nicki, seeing the hurt in both Sasha and Solange, opened her arms without hesitation. She didn't ask questions, didn't pry into Solange's life. She just embraced her, welcoming her into their home.
But Solange wasn't like Sasha. She wasn't the type to open up easily, to embrace the love Nicki offered. She was quiet, distant, and Sasha noticed the tension in the air every time Solange was around.
