Nyla Bridges has dedicated her entire life to becoming the best FBI agent the agency has seen. Working twice as hard because she's a woman... a black woman... to show that she is just as capable, if not more, than her predominantly white, male colle...
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I entangled myself in a rope of bedsheets as I tossed and turned. My eyes fluttered rapidly, and although they didn't open-I could see us. I see us sitting on the stoop, Kia raving about her sexual encounter with him. Her ardent tone and beatific smile was that of a school girl who'd just been kissed by her long time crush. As if his ears were burning from his name being spoken, he sends her a picture, enticing the immense amount of lust he'd already supplied her. His body was a mountain of rolling muscle, his caramel skin graffitied like a subway in Harlem. There it is; the bull with piercing red eyes, full of rage and fury.
I opened my eyes to darkness and sprung my head up from the pillow, my heart pounding desperately against my chest like a prisoner trying to escape. All of the missing pieces were coming together and everything was beginning to make sense. The bull, LV's residence on the west coast, and Donovan's access to the information of everyone in Elijah's circle. I looked over to Elijah, his sleep undisturbed as he snored lightly.
I reached my hand out and traced my fingertip along his spine, tears rushing to my eyes at the familiar feel of his skin, his warmth, and the fear that this would be the last time I'd be able to feel him. I bit my lip to stifle the sob that clawed at my throat while tears cascaded down my cheeks-my back was now against the wall and there was nowhere to run. For minutes I sat there, silently drowning in my tears while I watched him sleep. He's the very air that I breathe, my antidote to life's poison, and as sick as it may be, I'd lose myself if I lost him.
I removed the sheets from my body and stood to my feet. Grabbing my cellphone from the nightstand, I turned on the flashlight and dimmed the light, as to not wake Elijah. I walked inside of the closet and grabbed a pair of my jeans off of the shelf that had come to be mine. I slid the denim over my bottom and pulled one of my sweatshirts off of it's hanger. I bent down and grabbed my Air Max ninety-five, slipping each one onto my foot. While walking out of the closet, I pulled the sweatshirt over my head, and slid my phone in my back pocket. I approached the bedroom's door, my hand on the knob, and looked over my shoulder to Elijah, "I love you, now, forever, and always more than you'll ever know."
I gently closed the bedroom door behind me and walked down the hallway to the staircase. I footed to the living room and grabbed my purse off of the couch before exiting the penthouse. While making my way to the elevator, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Kia's number. "Hello," she answered groggily as I pressed the button to call the elevator up. "I need you, Kia. Where's nuna?"
"With Shannon. What's up?" The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I walked in and pressed for the lobby, "you know I wouldn't call you at this time if it wasn't an emergency. I need you to meet me at my apartment. I'll be there in thirty minutes." Kia huffed, "I want your Yves Saint Laurent tote bag and I don't want to have to give it back." I leaned against the wall as the elevator descended, "Kia, that's a three thousand dollar bag that Elijah just bought for me."
