Pierce Your Heart (Jealousy book 3)

Chapter 13: Signed

Destiny

As the crowd of men break  to clear  the entrance...I wait anxiously  to see two faces..... One, of my long lost friend... Demori Houston....and the face of my husband.

I don't know if it's the pain meds I'm taking making me nauseous, which they often  do... Or if I'm  genuinely  just nervous... But I  feel out of sorts.

I need to put on my best face to let Brandon  see that this is the best idea.

Demo runs ATL now.... He got  this.
He's my friend.

As they disperse...i see Brandon's paled face and i almost sulk into  real regret,knowing fully well he's  not okay with this  ...but then I see him....
His silk blue shirt and  black Versace  pants with the jewelry  to Compliment  his  'rich' appearance was all there and his tall, light skinned frame hasn't aged a day!

His brown eyes light up and contrasts with his hard face.

"Well I'll  be damned. " Demo grins. "Sixteen years and you still  look like you did back then."

I smile,knowing fully  well he was just being nice. I'm a corps.
I almost  felt insecure... But I then remember how we use to be.... The comfort...no fake shit.
The last memory I have of him is the night he told me he had always loved me...and that Nyjah better make me Happy cause he got to me first.
It shook our friendship.... But it never shook the respect and the brotherly love I have for him...
And I owe him for what he did for me and Brandon years ago.

"Someone hasn't lost his sugar mouth" I smile.

He moves towards me for a hug and Brandon grabs his arm
Demo, with a face split with anger, shrugs him off.

"Where do you think you're going?" Brandon grits.

I suddenly see guns all around me ready to shoot my husband.

I panic.

"Mo." I say with seriousness etched in my voice, and my face not conveying any form of softness.

He needs to get these guns off my man and now!

Demo looks at Brandon then at me. Then back at Brandon.

"Touch me again and you won't see the light of day again." Demo spat.

Brandon looks at him with zero fear.

"Touch her and I won't even give a fuck if I die emptying my clip in your head." Brandon spat back.

Tha fuck is this? Deja vu?

"Both you fools need to chill da fuck out and remember we here to get my son back not to act like two cocks in a cage." I grit.

Both men don't even look at me, as they are caught in a stare down.

"Did y'all hear me?" I say. " Baby I ain't playing games,and Demo I didn't call you here for this."

"Yea." Brandon says turning to me now. Face hard with anger. " Why did you call him here?"

I look at him confused.

"I won't state the obvious."

"Did I not say I got this?" He grits at me.

"Did I not say we needed more help?" I spat back."Grow up Brandon. We don't live in our bubble anymore where anything we want we can pay for.If you haven't noticed we don't even have guards anymore...this is a great idea whether you're too proud to admit it or not,and I don't care if you see that.I just need my son back!"