Two years after witnessing her parents' deaths, Deshia quietly returns to her hometown of Arlington, Texas.
With the cartel still tracking her whereabouts, she finds herself in the heat of an ongoing war between chaos and justice. Struggling with...
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Waking up with the intent of seeing Sean sitting at my bedside again, my assumptions fell short when he was nowhere in sight. My sliding room door had been closed while my bathroom door was left open. Wishing to check the time, I reached for my phone on the nearby table. Disconnecting it from its cord, I found my notifications lit with a few messages.
Dre'ko
Covering your ass is becoming a chore. 🙄
Ughh I could hear his voice straight through the phone.
Understanding what he was hinting at, I blew up the attachment with a picture of my face in the hospital parking lot. Knowing the photo was from the night I visited Cory, I sucked my teeth, counting down the days of my freedom. If Dre was able to get ahold of my whereabouts, it was only a matter of time before Wes came out of the shadows. Even the thought of him and Sean meeting was a circumstance I couldn't digest yet.
Nico'
These fools have gone full Charlie's Angel's acting like I'm the enemy. If I find out they're lying and you got shot too, OFF WITH THEIR HEADS! 🔪♥️🪦
I laughed a little bit.
Anyways, at least you're alive. Love you, see you soon! 💋
I smiled, knowing she meant well. Whatever the boys had said to her to keep her from charging into this hospital room, I needed to find out ASAP!! It was already a challenge keeping day to day secrets from Nico, but hiding away during the summer was so much easier. I could make an excuse about pretty much anything. I'm sure with Dre, he's gotten used to hos secretive ways. Hell maybe Nico cared less about what he chose to do with his time when we're not all forced to be together. No matter what I was always the one being questioned -- disassociating is my love language.
Over the years I learned to shield Nico from the dark aspects of my life, but her interrogations — my goodness!! As much as she hates to admit being just like her parents, questioning people was the one thing she was naturally good at. Just an endless round after another until she got the answers she was looking for or at least one's that satisfied her ego.
Continuing surfing through my notifications, my eyes went over a few emails from school, then landed on one from Sean sent early this morning.
Sean
Had to head out early. Didn't want to wake you. See you soon. 🩵
I smiled. The message was simple, yet it weighed a ton.
This sucker is starting to grow on me, and it was irritating the shit out of me. Like a drug that always finds its way back to you, no matter how far you try to escape from it. The other part of me wondered if Sean felt the same. Was I becoming a drug that he always wanted to take a daily dose of or was I just a wounded animal he felt like he should take care of and save?
