Tianni, a dedicated ER nurse who thrives in chaos, and Treyvon or as the streets know him as "Ghost", a feared gangster with a reputation that keeps most people at a distance.
When Ghost is rushed into her hospital one night with a gunshot wound, T...
He leaned back against the couch, dragging a hand down his face, his jaw flexing like he wanted to say something but didn't have the language for it.
Tianni stood there for a moment, staring at him, hoping for more.
When he didn't speak, she exhaled quietly and shook her head.
"I just need you to meet me halfway," she murmured, more to herself than to him.
She picked up her tea from the counter and turned back toward the bedroom, the soft drag of her slippers on the hardwood the only sound between them.
Ghost sat motionless on the couch, eyes locked on the floor, his chest rising and falling with restrained frustration.
He wanted to call her back, to bridge the gap somehow, but the weight of Marcus, the club, Mika, Tianni, the baby—it all pressed down on him until his tongue stayed still.
Same house, same air, but they couldn't have felt further apart.
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I sat there, elbows digging into my knees, staring at the floor like it had answers.
Tianni's words kept replaying.
"I just don't wanna feel like I'm carryin' it alone."
That shit cut deep, not 'cause she was wrong, but 'cause she was right.
I knew she was.
But how the hell was I supposed to split myself up when every corner of my life already felt like it was pulling me in different directions?
The club was hanging on by a thread—Marcus had ADP on my neck, every move I made felt like somebody was watching, waiting for me to slip.
Then there was Mika.
As much as I hated to admit it, at least things were cool with her now, but that could flip at any second.
I'd seen her switch up before.
And then Tianni... pregnant.
Pregnant.
I leaned back into the couch, pressing my palms over my face.
My chest felt tight just thinking about it.
I hadn't even wrapped my head around being Treasure's daddy some days, and now life was handing me another one?
I'd told Tianni I didn't want more kids, even if it was out of anger, it was some truth to it.
Not right now, not in this storm.
But the way she looked at me last night—hurt, like I'd left her hanging—that shit haunted me.
I never wanted her to feel like she was on her own.
But damn if it didn't feel like I was drowning already.
