We were going back home. It had been two weeks and there seemed to be no sign of the copper letting up. This one was determined I'd give him that.
Fed up with how slowly things were progressing, my man decided that operations needed him to be there. It was too tricky to control import and export through Abel. He would just have to make his move on the copper now, it couldn't wait any longer.
"Baby?"
"Hmm."
"I'm sorry for whats about to happen."
I looked over at him then. The train car shook as it propelled forward, and the motion made my mans hair flop all over.
"I know."
Sincere blue eyes drank me in. I felt my composure weaken.
Turning back to the window, I watched the scenery race by, knowing in my gut that every mile was one step closer to my mans demise.
"Lord, please keep him safe."
I spoke my prayer to the blurred imagry of the window scene. I could no longer tell if it was blurred because of the train's momentum or because of my own tears. I hoped it was neither, I hoped this was all just a bad dream. If only I were so lucky.
When we arrived back in the east-side, my man gripped my hand hard. Together we walked to the end line.
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General Fiction❝ i was his baby, and he was my man. ❞ - a girl and her gangster. - © Candi | 2020 [completed first draft !]
