Once in a Blue Moon

|Quinze|

A/N: Told y'all I wasn't playing lol back at it again. Thank you for the love on the last chapter, y'all needed some answers 😂 But don't think that was the height of the drama. It was only the tipoff. Shorter chapter because the next one is gonna be super long so, if you ready for that one VOTE and COMMENT! I have a goal in mind until I update 🤗

The sound of pointed, expensive heels echoed off the elevated ceiling. The sound became clipped as they ascended up a row of white marble stairs. Juanita, a pretty brown skinned maid in her mid forties, grimaced and clutched her bleach bottle close to her chest as she walked tightly past the woman. Just incase I have to spray this bitch.

"He said he did not want to be disturbed, Miss," Juanita called out. Despite her warning, she watched as the heavy wooden door was thrown open like it was plastic.

"So, this is what the fuck we're doing now!?" Faye screamed, tears running down her face. She stood looking like a supermodel, her belly looking almost non existent under her navy blue dolphin hemmed dress, with a nude colored blazer and matching Loubitons. She covered her face in her hands and started sobbing loudly.

Across from her was Vanessa, who was sitting on a handsome dark-skinned man's lap. From his smirk you could see the deep dimple in his right cheek. Over his left cheekbone was a thin scar that ended near his top lip. He had on all black, but all designer, with a diamond pinky ring in the shape of a jaguar. His eyes were sleepy looking, but not to be mistaken for kind. There was no emotion, no soul behind them.

Vanessa looked at Faye as if she made her ass itch. "If you gon come in here like that, disrespecting me and my man's home, can you at least get your hair done first?"

Faye touched the top of her slicked down mane, she was wearing it in the popular ninja bun style. "Fuck you, with your high blood pressure having ass. Shouldn't you be somewhere getting read to by children and fed tapioca pudding? Old ass bitch."

Vanessa became furious as her man started chuckling. "I'm tired of this hoe!" She got off of him and grabbed the gun strapped underneath the mahogany desk. Cocking it, she stared at Faye with narrowed eyes. "Now what was you saying?"

"I said..." Faye walked a few steps forward. "You're an old...dried up....crusty leave out having...dayquil pussy ass bitch." She smirked, her forehead now almost touching the gun, and folded her arms.

"Get that gun the fuck out her face! What the hell is wrong with y'all? She carrying my child, I'm not playing this childish shit with you!"

"Really Diesel? Really? So since she carrying yo child, you gon let her disrespect me?" Vanessa was crying now, her hand shaking as she itched to pull the trigger. "After everything we been through?"

Diesel rubbed his eyes, feeling a migraine coming on. "Both of y'all ain't shit to me right now."

The women both stood in shock, mouth's open.

"Pick your face up, dumbasses. Act like dogs I'm gon treat you like some. Since when we at war with each other in here? If you turning on each other, ain't no telling how long until you turn on me." He gave them a mean look, which made them look at the floor like children.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," They said in union.

"Good. Faye one of my spies told me your pussy ass brother paid Judge Hoe a visit last night. He's not getting spared for much longer, so start getting yo'self mentally prepared for that," Diesel said nonchalantly, sinking into his plush leather chair. Faye's eyes widened.