Blue Gangsta (Completed)

16. The Girl Is Mine...

Zenia's Point Of View:

Twirling his curls that pressed against the nape of his neck in my hands. We lay up staring into space. He felt like the perfect puzzle piece to my heart. I didn't know life could be this loving and safe with him.

"Michael..." I love his name on my lips like I love when he says mine.

"Hm?" His fingers were caressing my legs as he was wrapped up in my body his head to my chest. Softly kissing me just to love on me not to start anything this felt perfect.

"You know so much about me but I don't know anything really about you. How can I marry you if I don't know you?" I want to know him as he is such a ball of confusion.

"What do you want to know?" His vulnerable side was quite sexy.

I like this side of Michael the guard down sweet type. The kind of guy to get lost in. And not to be scared to do so because he is going to love you and protect you until the end.

"Tell me about your childhood growing up where you're from?" I ask caressing his scalp.

I felt his body tense up and he stayed silent. I guess I hit a chord he wasn't expecting. I hope it didn't upset him too much that this moment is ruined.

"Michael?" I asked concerned as he was just quiet. I wonder what happen to him as a child that has him broken like this.

Silence was all there was. He sat up a bit to face me with a distant stare in his eyes almost like a trance.

"Uh how about when you started becoming a crime lord?" I ask as he seem to rest more easy. It was in his eyes that he didn't want to talk about it. But instead of blowing up he took some patience with me and let me know. Even if he didn't speak I could feel and know what he was thinking too.

"I was 15 years old when I first got into the life of crime." He answered still dazed and in deep thought.

"How'd it happen?" Wow at a young age life slapped him too. We may be more a like than I originally thought.

"Why you want to talk about this don't you want to know my favorite color or some shit like that?" He became dismissive almost as if he didn't want to share. Damn I guess I kind of started on the heavy shit.

"Yeah but I also want to know you deeply. I want to know all about what makes you who you are Michael. You know about me and my disappointment of a mother baby. I won't judge you shit I had the most fucked up childhood I think." I try to reassure him as I continued to massage his scalp. I kiss his cheek than his neck to comfort him while rubbing his back.

"At least you know who the fuck up is. Zenia I don't know where I come from. I was left on the doorstep of a Harlem's orphanage and lived there for 14 years..." He began. I realized he has an emptiness in him. This is why when he gets attached he doesn't want them to leave.

"On my 15th birthday the only woman who was like a mother to me all my life. Sister Chantel a nun at the orphanage died. Prince who left at 11 came back to get me. I ain't never look back ever since..." He says as I felt his body tremble he was holding back tears.

"What was the orphanage called?" I wonder if there is a way to find his parents for him.

"Mission of Hope Home for Children. Its in Harlem on 135th street..." He seem to grip me tighter.

"What's your favorite color?" I asked this time.

"Red and black oh and gold sometimes. I like a whole lot of different things..." He chuckle as I try to lighten the mood.

"Like me huh speaking of which. When did you start stalking me sir?" I ask as I always wanted to know why he was watching me.

"I wouldn't say stalking that sounds creepy like I ain't have a life. I would say keeping an eye on an asset. And after the trial two years ago. I needed something to do after you know..." He began kissing my wrist. The way he was becoming very lovingly on me was making my heart do flips.