Book #4 of the Love & Trauma series || 𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗙𝗙 to "Threes Company"
Toby is fresh out of prison and ready to relive his second chance out in modern day.
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𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 ❷ ⓿ ❷ ❷
His eyes were heavy as Toby stared out at the window at the Vegas sunrise in the two-bedroom suite of the Luxor. Behind him on the king size bed slept Hendrick and Avant while the twin's and Gabe took the second bedroom. He overheard someone knock on the door and stood, with his head pounding excruciatingly, but he ignored it crossing the floor in his Gucci crew socks and opened the door.
She awaited in the corridor, the strap of her quilted duffel hung from her left shoulder. She dressed in a playboy printed hoodie dress with spandex biker shorts underneath and rhinestone caged flat sandals. The sight of her was unexpected for him.
The feel of her warmth pressing against his body as she hugged him made his eyes close and emit a low breath, recuperating the hold around her torso. "What are you doin' hea' baby?"
She reeled back, staring up at him with her hands resting on his shoulders. "I left you alone the first two days to give you space and respecting your wishes. But it was no way I was letting you deal with this alone. Y'all might not have been together recently but y'all have two boys with each other. You are Hendrick and Avant's shoulder. Let me be yours."
Staring into her soft gaze, he gave in kissing her full lips with long pecks before he stepped backward to allow her in. "How you even find out which room I was in?"
"I told the lady at the front desk that I was your wife trying to bust you with some tramp and she gave me the room number instantly." She revealed, stopping her strides near the breakfast counter in the kitchen. "Women unity."
"Women unity huh?" he chuckled, as he wrapped his strong arms around her from behind.
"Dad—there you go..," the fifteen-year-old came out the room, spotting his father and woman. "Good morning. Hi, Ishanti."
"Hi, honey." Ishanti stared at the grieving teen, "Do you want some breakfast? I can go by iHop."
"No, thank you. I'm fine."
"I'll take some iHop." Troy came out the room as he yawned. "Good morning y'all. Good thing you here, Ishanti. Pop ain't been sleepin'."
"Narc," Toby hit Troy on the shoulder as he walked by him to the refrigerator. "I been sleeping enough to be up now. iHop sound good. Troy ride wit her."
