Falling For Mr. Wrong

22.

Previously from previous chapter,

I jogged down the stairs and hopped back in the truck, seeing Janet had came out of her shoes and had her feet kicked up on the dash board. I closed the door and backed out. "Baby, can you rub my feet? They're killing me," She asked me.

"Let me see em." She turned to the side and put both of them in my lap.

I leaned back in my seat and started massaging the both of them. She lightly moans and leaned back against the window, closing her eyes. I just shook my head and turned some soft music on.

Someway, somehow—I think all this shit is my fault. Nobody started fucking with her until we stepped out that one time. I got her caught up in this shit and wouldn't blame her if she ain't want shit to do with me after, but I won't let it happen. I just gotta protect her at all costs. By any means necessary.
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JANET'S POV
SATURDAY. MARCH 9, 2019.
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Walking inside of my house, I stepped out of my shoes and handed them off to Toni before heading upstairs. He offered to grab the shopping bags for me, and I took this time to take a quick shower. After the night I've had, I was torn between my emotions. I didn't know whether or not I wanted to be pissed off, happy, or sad.

My heart is still pounding in my chest, my hands are trembling, and I can hear still hear the loud sounds of each impact. Every-time I closed my eyes, I could see the way that man looked at me. His eyes held so much hatred, it sent a chill down my spine.

I sighed and shook all of that off, washing away the weight of the day before wrapping myself in a towel. I stepped into my bedroom, seeing that Toni sat all of my bags up against the wall, but I didn't see him anywhere. It was awfully quiet, and I hope he didn't leave me here by myself. This house is way too big for me. I don't think I can handle being alone in it, right now.

After I slipped on my pink silk robe, I ran my fingers through my hair as I walked back into the bathroom. I washed my face, and brushed my teeth before rubbing my moisturizer into my skin—spending a little more time on my neck. That shower was much needed, but it didn't help the slight ache. Finishing up, I slipped my robe back on—going into my closet to find my house slippers.

I grabbed my phone and walked out of my room, walking down the stairs. When I approached the kitchen, I could not hear Toni's voice. It sounded like he was on an important call—his voice very low and threatening, but I could tell that he was holding back some.

I stepped inside, but he didn't notice me right away. He was leaned over against the countertop with his phone held up to his ear. "What you mean he not the only one involved? Who else fucking with her?" He asked, angrily.

I could barely hear what was being said to him, but whatever information it was seemed to make him angrier. "I don't have time to sit around and wait for in the morning. I'm looking for niggas, tonight," He paused, listening intently, his jaw flexing as he held in his anger.

"Aight, cool. I'm depending on y'all to get this shit back to me before the sun come up. Y'all better not let me down, and don't check Chris and Rihanna about this shit, either. I'ma handle those two, personally," He said, balling his hands into fists. I just stood here, staring at him. "Yeah, check everything in that nigga phone and look through his car. Don't let shit of his go untouched. I'll hit y'all up later to check up on it," He hung up the phone and tossed it to the side.