Wanted For Pleasure: vol 3

|63| A girl worth fighting for

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"I don't care what happens to me as long as Morgan is alright. Please, keep her safe. She doesn't deserve this. If there's a way out of this, please show me a sign. Lead me to do the right thing. I pray for forgiveness and protection. I pray that if it's my time to go, that Morgan will be okay without me. I pray this is the last time we have to endure anything like this. Remove all negativity and evil spirits and harm from our lives. Continue to bless and guide us so that we can grow and have babies and get married and grow old together. Most of all, make sure Morgan knows I love her, and I'm fighting for her, and that I'm going to spend everyday of the rest of my life making sure she doesn't so much as break a nail if I have anything to do with it. Amen."

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I slept off the eventful night before but hardly. Without Morgan beside me, I can never get a good night's rest.
How could I at a time like this? She's gone.

Worst case scenarios plague my thoughts. I'm anxious, just hop in and praying she's alright.

Thankfully, Ben told us everything we need to know. I have Morgan's location now which also means we know where Jasmine is. That gave Jabari some peace of mind.
I hope the girls found each other in there at least, not that these are the best circumstances for a reunion.

I've pretty much got a game plan, I'm only unsure how to go about it. I just keep asking myself: what other choice is there?

This is do or die. I'll be damned if some elitist motherfucker places a bid for Morgan and thinks he can buy his way— the mere thought of anyone even touching a strand of hair on her head makes me physically fucking sick.

I'm driven by the belief that if all this is centered around Malcolm and his money, that once they get it and we get rid of these assholes, it'll all be over. For good.

After this I want a family, and I'm only bringing kids into this world if I know they'll be safe from this.

I haven't gone into work, they're under the impression that I'm dealing with a family emergency. That's not a lie.

Looking at myself in the reflection of the mirror, I spot the red ink on my neck - and ode to my fiancé. Before, it was just a stupid mistake. Now, it's my favorite tattoo.

I miss her.

The sound of my phone ringing snaps me out of my head.

It's the New York prison where Sabrina is held. I hate Sabrina.

Stupidly, I almost answer. Then I remember that Hayes isn't my son. Therefore, Sabrina and I have nothing to talk about or be cordial over. Therefore, she can choke.

That goes for her mother, the baby's father, and the grandfather.
I haven't even begun to think on the way Tate looked me in my eyes, built a relationship with me, and lied in my face, letting me believe that his crackhead baby is actually mine. I'm appalled.

I like to think I'm pretty smart so I'll give it to The Slaughters and Sabrina because they really pulled the wool over my eyes. Now I can see.

The phone rings again. Same number.

I don't react.

In fact, I want to block the number, but I don't. Sabrina claimed she didn't have long to live, and while she's a liar and that may not be true, I'm going to keep the line unblocked in hopes that one day soon they'll call me and tell me she's finally killed herself.

I hate them for making me become someone who prays for the downfall of others. I want them to burn in hell, all of them, and I'm mad at myself for not having a slither of empathy, even for Sabrina.
I did once, that's the fucked up part. I let her ruin my fucking relationship, and then my life, and then she risked hers; I thought she did it for me in some twisted way. I thought she changed but people like her don't. That's why I have to end this, none of them are getting out of this alive, and if they do, I'll see to it that they spend the rest of their lives rotting in a cell with the worsts kinds of criminals.