Holy Angel

91. Darkness Comes to Light

Mason
Chicago, Illinois
Two weeks later

The cries started to sound like a song on replay that he couldn't turn off. Screams filled his head on both sides of him and all he wanted to do was grab Miyas hand and leave the overly packed church.

He looked over at Miya to see her with a hand on her stomach as she stared forward. Her face was emotionless and he knew she wanted to leave just as much as he did.

Mason hated the fact that he had to come to the double funeral of Jacob and Bruce. The two men that turned their backs on him and here he was, at their funeral sitting here as if everything was okay. Everything was not okay. He's here at a funeral of two men that probably wanted him dead.

Mason scoffed with an eyeroll. He felt a hand on his forearm and a light squeeze right after.

He side eyed her and chewed on his bottom lip. He had to make this act look genuine.

Mason laid his head on top of Miyas and kissed her temple. Miya grabbed on his hand and placed it on her belly. Feeling a baby kick, Mason smiled lightly. He rubbed on her belly and lifted his head.

The sermon lasted longer than expected and Mason couldn't wait to watch these caskets get put six feet under. It was about that time for the ushers to escort each row to see the body before they were wheeled out. Row by row Mason watched as everyone from his childhood and hood got up to pay their respects. Once it came to the first row, which Mason sat on with their close family, they stood up. He grabbed on Miyas arm and slowly helped up her.

"Take your time baby. Take your time." Mason coached her as she managed to get on her feet.

"Thank you." She mumbled as she grabbed on his hand again.

As they walked up to the first casket, Mason could feel the first urge of butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Standing at the casket Mason looked down at Bruce body and shook his head.

"You were my brother man." Mason chuckled as his voice cracked a little.

Mason felt Miyas hand on his back as she rubbed in circular motions.

"Now look at you. Got a holo point in the middle of your fucking head that they couldn't cover well." Mason sniffed as he continued to shake is head.

"Come on babe."

He looked over at Miya as she egged him to move. "His mama and daddy is waiting."

Mason nodded and slowly walked over to Jacobs body, but he stopped.

"Miya I can't do this." Mason shook his head as he looked at her.

"Yes you can baby. I'm right here next to you. I got you." She continued to rub his back.

Mason slowly looked towards the casket and slowly walked towards it. He stopped for a split second and wrapped his arm around Miya. Miya leaned into him as he walked in front of the casket and stared down at him.

He saw this man as a father figure for many years. Jacob taught Mason how to run the game and how to play the game and to know that Jacob turned his back on him and that it had to come down to this still hurt him.

"And you," Mason voice continued to crack. "How could you do all that to me? I looked up to you. You were there when I had no one. You and Bruce were my family." Mason sniffed and walked away from him. There was nothing else to say to either of them.

"Baby."

Without saying a word Mason turned around to look at Miya and he could see was the devastation on her face.