Page 172 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

But Sianni? My pregnant fucking wife? Was out there in the middle of some shit that could’ve gone left in two seconds? That was what had me ready to lose my fucking mind. I hit her number again.

“Pick up the fucking phone, ma.”

I pulled the phone away from my ear when her voicemail came on again and ended the call. I tossed my phone onto the couch and started pacing. I knew Drayla was with her, and judging from the video, she had done everything she could to keep Sianni out of the shit once it went left.

That helped a little, but not enough to stop my mind from running through every fucked-up thing that could’ve happened.

Sianni could’ve fallen, and that bitch could’ve hit her in the stomach. Someone else could’ve jumped in. Anything could’ve fucking happened. I dragged my hand down my face.

“Man…”

The sound of the front door opening stopped me in my tracks, and I turned toward the foyer. Sianni’s voice floated in first, followed by Drayla’s, and the tightness in my chest eased just enough to let me breathe.

Then, my wife walked into view. My eyes immediately ran over her from head to toe. She looked fine. Her hair was a little fucked up. Her face still wore that pissed-off look she got whenever somebody had taken her there.

But she was standing. She was walking. She was okay. My eyes dropped to her stomach before returning to her face. Sianni stopped the second she saw me.

“Hey, Big Daddy.”

I stared at her. She stared back, and Drayla looked between the two of us.

“Yeah…” She slowly backed toward the door. “I think this is where I make my exit.”

“Drayla,” Sianni muttered.

“What?” Drayla grabbed the door handle. “I got you home safely. My job is done.”

“Yo’ ass ain’t slick,” I said.

“I ain’t trying to be.” She pointed at Sianni. “And before you start fussing at her, I tried to stop her.”

Sianni’s head whipped around. “Bitch!”

“What? I did!”

“Get the fuck out.”

“I’m going.” Drayla laughed before looking at me. “She good, though. I made sure.”

“Aight. Good looking out.”

“Always.”

The door closed behind her, and silence took over. Sianni slowly turned back toward me. I folded my arms, and she sucked her teeth.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you my damn daddy.”

“I ain’t your daddy.”

“Then stop looking at me like that.”

I reached for my phone, pulled up the video, and held the screen toward her.

“Wanna tell me what the fuck this is?”