OMNISCIENT + ANGEL's POV + IMANI's POV
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PRESENT:
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC, SANTO DOMINGOWhere the actual hell was Angel's fiancé? The man who swore he'd help Alejandro, with the restaurant this morning. The man who swore he'd be up.
Angel rolled his eyes. Imani would get an ear full when he gets home. And what does he mean do right by Ciro?He never even discussed with Angel if they were really taking him in. So, why in the hell is Imani being difficult?
"Pai, Imani had work this morning." I say, stuffing my phone into my pocket.
This is so embarrassing.
I make sure to slide my ring off and stuff it into my pocket. No—not because I'm mad. Simply because, I don't need my parents questioning anything.
I haven't told them about Imani, or me being bisexual. The hell, I'm grown I don't need to. But—I kinda do.
If we'll get married, I want my parents there. And I know I said my dad likes Imani—that was a stretch. My dad isn't too fond of him.
So, we're pretty much trying everything to get my dad to like him.
Imani called my dad last night, saying he'd be here. And where is he? At work apparently?
"Don't sweat it, I'm glad your friend wanted to help." Alejandro says, tying his apron. His voice a bit too monotoned for Angel's liking.
Angel was a bit pissed off, if someone says they're gonna do something, you expect them to do it.
Especially when it's your (former) drug lord, mentally ill, fine ass fiancé.
He's gonna have to talk to Imani about this for sure. Maybe even say no more sex—head included. Angel probably gives the best head Imani's ever had.
Speaking of head(s), Imani is gonna get his chewed off later for sure.
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"Can you explain yourself? Or are you gonna make more excuses.."
"What do you want me to say? You ova here questioning me and shit." The two men were in their bedroom. And boy, was Imani gonna need Jesus.
An angry Latino, is a scary Latino.
Imani sat on the bed, and Angel stood before him. Imani was tired. Whatever construction work he had really wore him out.