Work Out: Chapter 9

Authors Note: I am so terribly sorry for this long ass wait. Currently things are topsy turvy; school is going well and im about to go back in a few weeks, I’m in the process of moving in with my fiancé and yeah. It’s been a lot going on and i am so sorry to keep yall waiting. Without furtherado, here is the moment everyone has been waiting for ch. 9 of Workout. This one includes a bit of violence. A social dummy will be made for it, I just gotta find the right pictures. If ya wanna be added let me know (changed my mind), or wanna be removed let me know too. Lets do this!

Need to catch up? Here ya go:Ch 1|Ch 2|Ch 3|Ch 4 |Ch 5|Ch 6|Ch 7|Ch 7.1|Ch 7.2|Ch 8

Word Count: 2,384

Warnings: violence, little blood if ya imagine it

Extra help: thank you to those who have helped with this concept over that last few months @dc41896&@nobbygem

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Geneva’s POV

There’s only a few things that could possibly go wrong, while you’re in Las Vegas. The city of sin, money and just plain old good times coming and flowing. Good vibes all around, especially for bachelor and bachelorette parties.

Little did anyone know, the baddest group around would turn the town upside down. For all the right reasons of course. Helping one of my best friends celebrate her last weekend as a somewhat single woman, into the world of marriage.

Now many people would think that I’d be the wrong person to do a bachelorette party. Well that’s where they’re wrong because I am the life of the party. I bring the fun, and the fun is always hype. I just so happen to be a divorcee, that didn’t stop me one bit. There were a total of 12 of us: 7 bridesmaids and 7 groomsmen. Me; Destiny, Valencia, Miyah, Cleo, Nefe and Roxie were all good friends and stuck together like glue. Miyah is my ex’s cousin, and Valencia is my cousin on my moms side. So when I introduced the girls to the bride to be back then, it was no question that Cynthia included them in her wedding.

“Geneva! What are we getting into tonight?”

“Yeah, I wanna know so I can set my alarm for the spa treatment in the morning.”

Destiny was looking through her suitcase for her headwrap while Cynthia, the bride be exact, was slightly panicking. Ah yes, the typical bride jitters. I know she means well and is in tune with her soul but, this is getting a bit over the top. I try my best to calm her down, amongst the rest of the bridal party.

“Cyn, baby girl. Imma need you to relax and breathe.”

“Breathe? Relax? What is that? Ha.” She chuckled gently and looked even more nervous than before, till she finally sat down on the plush couch.

“Cynthia, this is your weekend sis. As maid of honor, I am doing everything in my power to keep you calm as possible.” I held her hands in mine and started her breathing exercises. 

Ever since that one fateful day in college for our exams, she had anxiety attacks for a few minutes. I tried my hardest to keep her calm as possible, so what worked was reciting this old lullaby in French my mother used to sing to me. It would always calm me down and it seemed to for Cynthia.

“Thank you Gege, I needed that.” With a gentle smile she gave me, I placed a sweet kiss on my friends head and went back to what I was doing originally.

“Any time sis, any time.” Sending a wink in her direction, I got a text letting me know about the boy’s whereabouts. “The guys are downstairs ready for us. Let’s go drink and zip line!”

“I can’t drink.” Destiny blurted out loud, and the whole room froze. All 6 of us were silent, as to why but knew.

I asked cautiously. “Des, are you-”

She nodded sharply and smiled tearfully, showing so much joy and hope. Destiny would never hide anything from us, not even the fact that she bought new shoes before pledge week. Yet this one she chose to hide for a good reason. 

“Des, how far along are you?” Cynthia asked with a sweet smile, as we all headed to the elevator. The look of pure happiness on Des’ face was electrifying. Seeing her be so elated was more than enough reason to be an encouraging force in her life change. 

“About 8 weeks.”

“8 weeks?!”

She held that in for a good while. I understand though, not wanting to jinx anything too early on but, 3 months pregnant and she doesn’t even look like it either. 

“Well I believe this will call for a celebration for you too sis. That is if Cyn doesn’t mind doing a pamper day?”

I asked cautiously not wanting to step on any toes. With a head shake, attached with a smile, that was all the confirmation I needed. Letting the boys know where we’d be, we all headed to the hotel’s spa for a full on pamper day.

With all the things I had wished for myself coming to fruition, I knew something bad was going to unfold. It never fails. I am a firm believer in what energy you put into the universe, is the same energy you will receive. I just hope the fates are still on my side.

“Let’s go have some fun ladies!”

-Back in New York, Jake’s POV-

The streets of New York have been good to me lately. Well, by good I mean heavily changing and rewarding. Since my divorce has been finalized, watching the love of my life moving on with grace makes me wonder what it would’ve been like if I had treated her differently. Yes I do have a heart, when it’s not on ice most of the time.

As of late my great grandmother, Nana Simone, would come to me in many dreams of mine, saying my days were numbered if I didn’t get my act together. That I would go back to my original state of being and dwindle to nothing for not learning my lesson. You see deep in my family, on my mother’s side, there are some powerful beings in the realm of magic and all things voodoo. When I was younger I never really thought they were real, that is until I messed with the wrong deity and switched bodies before college started.

So ever since then I’ve looked like what my acquaintances call me, an asshole walking the earth. So let’s just say I don’t look the same as I have been. I am currently back in my original body, just with withering away. 

At least I knew Mandy was by my side. I had told her about it but she of course laughed at the concept, that is until I had her look at my reflection in the mirror. That day she fainted. 

With everything crashing and burning around me, with the divorce and potentially losing my business. I just needed something to regain my sanity until I had turned back into my old body. That was the case till this morning anyway, I had fully turned back and caused a fright to myself. 

I had got myself together, finalizing all the loose ends I had to be settled and I planned to head on home. Snuggle up to my woman and just forget the world. That was the plan however till I saw a mysterious car, parked in front of my condo. Going inside, I could hear giggling. Two different voices, two different octaves.

My worst thoughts came true as I pushed the door open to my master bedroom, with such brute force, it was as if time stood still. Mandy was in bed, our bed alone, with Asurro. Her “personal” trainer, at that. They were scrambling to cover themselves, in an attempt to save face.

“Really, Mandy? Really. I’d say I’m surprised but I’m wrong.” I arched a brow and scoffed, leaning against the door frame. She looked at me dead in my eyes with worry and despair. Assuro glared at me like a cheetah on the move, ready to pounce.

Was I worried? Not in the slightest form or the phrase. He was bigger than me but, I’m sure I could take him on without a single scratch on me.

With a soft chuckle and a sigh, I sized them both up. “Oh don’t act so shocked Mandy. I had a feeling you’d be cheating on me. Did I suspect your “personal trainer” though? Of all people I don’t think you’d actually do better than me.”

“She has done better than you.” Assuro had gotten in my face with assertiveness and predator like tendencies. “Trust me little man, I will break you. Besides, do you really think she loves you? You’re more funny than I thought.”

“I still think she does. Even when I found out the baby isn’t actually mine. Luckily he’s with his grandmother.” I retorted.

Still in the same position as before, I noticed his face turned a slight shade of red. His whole demeanor exuded anger. “I’ve seen and heard what you’ve done to her lately and I have a right to say you’re a fucked up individual. Besides this was an open relationship to my understanding right?”

“Stay in your lane Assuro.” I snarled at him.

“Boys, let’s not fight over me please.” Mandy tried to get in between us but it was to no avail. She was merely shoved to the side by me, landing on the bed with a slight omf. 

Assuro didn’t like that at all, not one bit. Next thing I knew, I was being choked and shoved against a nearby wall. I tried gripping his arm to release me but it wasn’t feasible. He threw me onto the ground and wailed on me. I managed to get in a few hits and get him down but, he was stronger than me. All I heard was Mandy screaming in the back trying to stop the fight, and nothing was working. I felt a few kicks to my stomach and my head even.

“Assuro! Stop!” I heard her voice wail out, barely pulling him off me. I could feel the blood all over my face, drip onto the floor. I heard them both talking one last time before I had blacked out completely. 

-Few days later, back in Vegas, Geneva’s POV-

After a couple of days of fun for my girl Cynthia, and her now husband Johnathan, along with an amazing wedding on top of that, I knew once I got back home things would change. Mainly with my new job and such, making rounds at what not. Yet during the wedding I couldn’t help but stare my man down, with a fiery intensity that could not be put out by anyone, let alone anything. 

In the midst of my calm nature I received an unexpected call. I glanced at the caller ID and was utterly confused, as was Florian, seeing as though he was laying right next to me in bed.

“Why is your job calling you?” He asked a perplexed tone.

“I’m not sure. Let me see.” I picked up my onion, sliding to answer. “Hello? This is Genevieve Shaw.”

“Hey Gege. It’s Layla, I have some news. Are you alone?” 

Glancing over at Florian who had ticked off to the side of his bed, dead to the world in his slumber, I sighed a little.

“Kind of. What’s up? Is everything ok?”

“Yes and no. Um, your ex husband is in here.”

My eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as to why she’d tell me. “Um why am I being told this?”

She further explained.  “He has you listed as an emergency contact. His mother didn’t pick up so I called you.” 

With a heavy sigh I put her on speaker, so Florian can hear too. “Alright what’s the news? Florian is in here too.”

“Well I’m sure he might enjoy this news: Jake is in here with barely any life left in him. He got into a fight with Mandy’s real baby daddy and was beat up really bad.”

It was as if a record had scratched to a halt. I looked at Florian for any source of help or answer. He just shrugged, not even wanting to answer in any type of manner.

“How long has he been there?”

“About 3-4 days now. He’s on a ventilator for now though. I’m sure when you come back you’ll be brought up to speed and such. He only asked for you to be his nurse in his final days. Before he got worse, he said he wants to say sorry for the pain he’s caused you.” The future Kayla explained, Florian made a dry chuckle and got up to go to the bathroom.

With a heavy sigh and a gentle rug on my head, I proceeded. “Thank you for the I for Kay. I’ll see you in a few days. Have a good night.”

“You too. Take care.” He end of the line beeped off, and I charged my phone back up. Taking in all the information I had received and tried to collect my thoughts.

He got what he finally deserved and yet, part of me fees like he didn’t deserve to get beat up. Here I am sitting her conflicted and confused on what to do, then I see Florian come back.

“I don’t think you should go visit him. It doesn’t seem like he’s actually being serious.”

I gave him a look that was utterly confused. “Why would my coworkers lie about a patient injury? Putting aside that it’s Jake, they would never lie about stuff like this Florian. You know that.”

With a scoff he continued. “Well if it were me, I wouldn’t go, honestly. You shouldn’t either, because he’s playing you. You know how I feel about him, and you know what he did to you.” His face got red with anger, breathing heavy like a bull in a China shop. “I forbid you to go.”

There we stood face to face, toe to toe, like David and Goliath. Two strong forces of nature in their own right, fighting for a place.

“You forbid me? You forbid me?! Damn it Florian. I’m going and there’s nothing you can do or say about it. You don’t own me!” I have never yelled at him before and he hasn’t at me either. This was foreign territory and neither of this was making sense.

The way his heated air escaped his nostrils, his face was meer centimeters from mine. “Fine do what you want. Leave me out of it.”

“Whatever. I gotta get up in the morning anyway for my radio interview. Sleep where you want.” I grabbed my stuff to get ready to shower.

This was never supposed to end this way, this trip was supposed to be relaxing but it turned into a huge wreck. Fighting with Florian shouldn’t have happened but it did. Only god knows what’ll happen from here, and I hope and pray it’ll get better.