Heat.

| Chapter 21.|

There were two women in Aaron's life that he never wanted to see cry. His mother and Shianne.

He had successfully lived 18 years of his life without seeing his mother cry, which now thinking about it wasn't shocking- but Shianne couldn't hold back tears in front of him.

For the second time, she bawled like a baby in his arms. But not because of her problems at home- because she was upset with him leaving. He didn't even get a chance to talk about Lyric yet.

Her tears came out like waterfalls, causing Aaron's heart to sting with guilt. Although, it wasn't his fault that he was going back, it was his fault that he had grown so close to her. She winded up crying herself to sleep in his arms, and it reminded him why she even got the nickname baby. But that was yesterday- today was a different story. Maurice and Darien were taking him out to celebrate his last night with the gang.

They weren't too worried with leaving him, because once a Cobra, always a Cobra. So, rather than sulk, they told him to get ready. And he jumped out the shower, smelling of his favorite Dolce and Gabbana cologne, feeling refreshed. He went to his closet, pulling out an pair of fitted black jeans, a simple white sweater, and a black baseball cap.

"Yo AJ, we out here!" Darien's voice shouted, through the open bedroom window. 

"Okay, I'm comin' right now!" He yelled back, taking a second glance at himself in the mirror before he tossed on his new 'black white' low Nike dunks and walked down the steps. He said bye to his father, making his way out the house and taking notice of the loud rap music that Darien had blasting and the way that their windows was fogged up.

"You guys already high, huh?" Aaron questioned, of course already knowing the answer. Maurice smirked in the passenger seat of the car, turning to look at Aaron.

"Hell yeah, you know where we taking you?" Maurice smiled, as Aaron shook his head no.

"Club Cake, hottest spot in Brooklyn." Maurice grinned, taking another hit of the joint.

"I've heard of that place, how we getting in?" Aaron asked, as Darien started chuckling in the driver's seat.

"Don't worry, we got this."

And that they did. Aaron had never been to a club before, so he could only hope that his first time was memorable. Because after all he had been through, he needed to leave with a bang.

-

"Easy babay, I never made love. No, I never did. But I sure know how to..." Rihanna's voice drowned on, as the remix to Wale's 'Bad' blasted throughout the club.

"Can I have another shot?" Aaron slurred his words, slamming his tiny glass on top of the bar. The bartender nodded his head, reluctantly shooting the drink into Aaron's cup. He gulped it down, before smiling.

"Man, that's good." He grinned, turning around in his seat to scope out the dance floor. Maurice and Darien were both out there, dancing with some black girls. The girls each wore skin tight leather shorts and cropped tops that showed off their bottom torso. But what was new.

Aaron watched intensely, as his eyes neared to his right and he was met with the eyes of a young and pretty black girl. She looked to be a little older than him, but that didn't stop her from smiling at the handsome boy in front of her. He had invited Shianne out, but she couldn't make it and told him to have fun as long as it didn't cost him. Aaron not quite sure what that meant since she said they weren't a couple. Okay.

"Hi." The woman he had been eyeing spoke first, flipping her ombré blonde weave as she smiled at him.

"Ciao bella," He responded, his charming ways kicking in as he leaned over and grabbed the woman's hand. "How are you? I'm AJ."

He smiled, before leaning down and kissing her hand sweetly. "Chanel."

"You from around here, Chanel?" Aaron asked, as she nodded her head. She was in no way as gorgeous as Shianne, but Aaron was drunk and really wanted to dance. He knew he had to say just the right things, or he wouldn't get too far.

"Yeah, heheh," She giggled, sipping her martini as Aaron eyed her carefully. "I've never seen you around before."

"I'm a little bit of an quiet guy. I stay silent and well, my women don't." Aaron winked, as her eyes went wide.

"Oh, is that so? Hmm, would you like to dance?" She questioned, sipping her drink as Aaron grabbed her waist and lead her to the dance floor. Another Rihanna song, 'Pour It Up' was on and Chanel didn't waste any time on throwing her butt on top of Aaron's groin and beginning to twerk. He enjoyed it, unlike when it was first time with Lyric. He began moving his body along with hers, dancing to the music.

"My nigga! Get it, AJ!" Darien and Maurice both cheered as they continued dancing with their girls. And 5 songs later, Aaron was still on the dance floor with Chanel, not missing a beat.

"You wanna come home with me tonight, baby?" Chanel growled in his ear, turning around to face Aaron. And she didn't give him no time to speak, before she grabbed his hand and began leading him out.

"Woah, woah there homie. She with me." A deep and husky voice replied, grabbing Chanel's arm and pulling her towards him.

"Tyshawn, we are not together anymore!" Chanel growled, as he pushed her behind him and glared at Aaron.

"Listen white boy, you need to go back home to ya blondes. Because this piece of chocolate is mine." The boy snarled, as Aaron lifted his head and laughed at the man.

"Ayo, what's going on over here?" Maurice and Darien came strolling over, eyeing the man up. It was clear he was a Scorpion, the tattoos all over his face and body.

"What the hell y'all Cobra's doing over on this side of town?" Tyshawn growled, making eye contact with Maurice and Darien, before rolling his eyes.

"Obviously stealing your bitches, amico." Aaron laughed, tossing his head back. He was clearly drunk and with the blunt he smoked on the way, almost everything was funny to him.

"Y'all must be doing bad if y'all recruited some Russian." Tyshawn laughed, as Aaron's laughter halted.

"I'm Italian, you prick." Aaron hissed, as Tyshawn grabbed him by his collar and brought him face to face.

"What did you just call me?" Tyshawn glared, as Aaron pushed him back. "I don't take well to insults."

"You saying that like I give a fuck. Quit all this talking and meet me outside the club." Aaron didn't even bother waiting for a response as he began heading to the door.

"You bouta get trashed white boy." Tyshawn smirked, following behind Aaron in close range. And soon as they made it outside, the fight was a full on brawl, that even Maurice and Darien got involved in. All three of the boys winded up fighting at least 5 scorpions, not including Tyshawn, and destroying them.

Aaron unfortunately, winded up with a bloody nose, which wasn't really fully healed from the situation with Mr. Jones, but overall was a winner as he slumped his back against the dumpster after the fight was finally over.

"AJ, you aight?" Maurice and Darien asked, as Aaron slowly nodded his head.

"Yeah, I'm good. Go back in, I'll be there in a few," Aaron replied, as they slowly nodded their heads. "Just need a few minutes to myself."

"Aight, bet." Darien responded, following Maurice back into the club, with his arms around two other girls. Aaron laughed to himself at that, because Darien was just playing with these girls. He truly liked Audrey, and Aaron knew that he wasn't dumb or drunk enough to do something like cheat on her. Darien gave shit his all.

And the same went for Maurice as well, who everyone knew was too soft when it came to Cristal. His heart would forever belong to her, and everyone with a brain knew that. He'd never stray.

Aaron signed, wiping the blood from his nose and closing his eyes briefly as he leaned against the dumpster. He was thinking about how Shianne was his person as his eyes fluttered open when his phone started ringing. He smiled.

"Speak of the devil," He answered the call. "Ciao piccola mia-"

"So," There was a pause. "When were you gonna tell me you was going to be a daddy, Aaron?"