Double Standards (Part 1)

Confessions

Hello readers!! Hope your enjoying the story!! I am nearing the end of this one, however I'm considering writing a sequel. The sequel will be about an adult Dem. Yes, there will be splashes of London and Laney in this book as well as Conner and Ela, but the main focus will be Dem,and Conner and Ela' s son Cole. It would focus on their love life and mafia dealings. If this interests you please leave a comment so I'll know if it's worth a shot!

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Stretching, I felt the stiffness roll through my taunt muscles. Laney did a number on me last night. I don't know when or how she became so feisty, but I can guarantee I probably have a black eye this morning. Peeking through my closed lids, I noticed her side of the bed was empty.

Sitting up against my protesting muscles, my eye's searched the room. Spotting Laney huddled in a chair with her knees drawn to her chin, wrapped up in my coat, a pair of my socks pulled to her knees, and holding a mug of coffee, I held back the blankets inviting her back to the warmth of the bed.

It was cold in here always. I had been hiding out in this abandoned warehouse for two weeks. I had turned this rutty cement office into a makeshift room for my temporary stay. The air was always cold and damp, not to mention the moldly smell that wafted through the building.

Laney shook her head no at my offer to climb back in bed.

"We need to get our talk over with London. There's no use in prolonging it any more than it needs to be".

Rolling out of bed, I turned the oven on and lowered the door to generate some heat. I poured myself a cup of coffee, tossed Laney the blanket to get her warmer, and took a seat across from her. We both remained silent for several minutes.

"You start London" Laney said

Taking a deep breath, I began.

"I know nothing I say will will change the fact that I lied about my death for two years and basically skipped out on you. I can't blame you for being pissed at me, but just know that I did it for us".

Laney stared into space listening but not speaking. That was odd, usually she had some sarcastic remark or argument to spit at me, so I continued.

"I knew this was coming. That night we rescued ELa, it was the Russians who planted the bomb. They've wanted me dead for quite sometime. I knew it was just a matter of time before they caught up to me, and much as it pains me to say, my men and I just wasn't ready yet. They would have defeated us. Then there was you, I couldn't let anything happen to you due to this".

London stood and started pacing nervously.

"I made a rash decision that night to go off the grid. If the Russians thought that they finally mowed me down, they'd be off our backs. I'd have time to prep and plan an envassive attack, maybe taking them all out. Which I have, I plan to go in within the next month. With the leader snubbed and hopefully the majority killed we'd be free. The danger removed, my worry over you eased, a chance at normalcy".

Laney covered her face with her hands and shook her head.

"No London we want. Don't you see, because of who you are there's always going to be somebody who wants you killed. You can't run or make things safer for anyone. There will never be normalcy. As soon as you chop off one gang another will appear. Your fighting a losing battle".

Laney just confirmed my biggest fear, that it's a endless cycle, and that pissed me off.

"Well then since your so smart, what do you suggest Miss mafia queen?"