|Book 2|
𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃
Carter.
He's hurt. He feels pain. He's full of so much rage.
He puts up a front that fools everyone but the ones that are truly close to him. Carter is angry. The one woman he thought understood everything in h...
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CAMILLE
"Turn off here." I directed the driver.
I inhaled slowly while looking outside as we drove past the nice connected homes. The single path we drove along was stoned as well. When I noticed we got close to my destination, I stopped him here. I payed him off and when he drove off, I walked further down the stone street.
Carter was frustrated that he couldn't come but I told him to just be patient.
He was stressing as while healing and that was a bad thing. When the doctor told us the bullet almost pierced his heart, I broke down. I wouldn't know what I would've done without my brother.
I also became upset when Tiana just left and took my niece with her. What happened shouldn't mean he can not see his daughter. I understood my brother's reasons on why and I understood why Tiana felt the way she did. Despite everything, that was her father. She didn't him to die just like she didn't want her mother to.
I sometimes do not understand Tiana.
It's like she has one foot in our reckless lifestyle and on foot out. It can't be both ways. One side only. Kill or be killed. It is how it is.
But no one can make the choice for her.
I stopped in front of two double brown doors and I took out my phone, going to messages to see if I have the right address. I did.
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I knocked on the door and pressed the buzzer once. After a moment of waiting, the sound of the locks clicks and a chain moving alerted me and I felt my palms sweat. The door opened and I was not at all surprised at her facial expression.
"How are you, Tiana?" I spoke first.
There was dark circles under her eyes and her face was puffy. Her hair was wild and she had on baggy clothes. She exhaled an exhausting breath before moving to the side to let me in.
I walked inside and she closed the door and locked it. She walked past me and I followed her into the living room and a smile formed on my lips when I saw my little niece laying on the couch with pillows around her, wide awake, looking around with those pretty eyes while she sucked on the pacifier.
