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Ashton King
Tru sat perched on the kitchen island talking to Carmen. Abel and I stood in the living room discussing our next plan of attack. Andre Colton – Tru's father – had just attacked the mansion in the hope of getting Tru back only to sell her to the Russians.
Sick fuck.
I managed to get security here in enough time to shoot his left knee causing him to fall and drop his gun. He was taken to the basement and will remain there until Tru decides what she wants done with him.
"He deserves to be hung, drawn and quartered! Sick basstard!" I spat. Abel rested his hand on my shoulder and sighed. "You and I both know what should happen to him Ashton. But its needs to be Tru's choice." I sighed, running a hand over my face.
I knew Abel was right. The most immature person I know is the one I'm taking advice from. Idiot.
"Abel, let's go to bed." Carmen said walking through to meet us. Tru not with her. My brother wrapped an arm round his wives waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Carmen pulled away and turned to me. "She needs you Ashton. Be there for her." I nodded in understanding and watched the both walk off up-stairs.
I made my way over to the kitchen and seen Tru standing at the sink. Her palms rested on either side, she sniffeled and brushed her long brown curls out of her face, filling up a glass of water and downing it in one.
"Tru?" I said softly.
She turned round her eyes a little red, she was clearly holding back tears. She beamed a smile and sat her glass in the sink. "Hey." She chirped. She's a strong ass woman.
That's just one of the reasons I love her.
"You okay?" I asked walking over to her circling my arms round her waist. "I'm fine. What now?" I learned that Tru's way of dealing with things is to ignore her feelings and be strong. At night, when she's alone is when she likes to deal with her problems.
Yes, we are dating and yes, I love her, and she loves me. But that's part of her life she doesn't want me to see. She doesn't like to show me she's weak. So for now, I can respect that she copes in her own way.
I do what she wants me to do and answer her. "Well, usually we would have to proceed with a torture session but...this wont work." I say trailing my eyes up and down her slim figure with a michevious look in my eyes. "As nice as the sounds King. I want to see my father." She says kissing my nose.
I chuckle and pick her up sitting her down on the counter. "Tru, you can talk to me. That's why I'm here baby." I say placing kisses up and down her neck. She moans greatfully and runs her fingers through my hair before pulling back.
"I want you to come with me. Now. I want us to speak to him together." I nod placing a meaningful kiss on her lips and pulling back. I help her down before we walk towards the bacement.
