Loving Angel (37 page)

He sighed deeply and gave me an angry glare as though he blamed me for
him not been successful in killing my husband. I always knew Boss was fucked up in the head, but I had no idea he was this far gone. I closed my eyes and hoped he’d continue with the confession instead of taking his aggression out on me and he did.

“
So since pops fucked me over by choosing my twin over me I got two niggas from my team to pay him a visit on New Year’s Eve and push is wig back.” He smiled as if he enjoyed the memory of his father’s death while I was horrified inside. “Then I tried fucking up Tyga’s business by robbing his trucks, but that didn’t go so well. That’s when I decided I would kill baby bro because I knew it would hurt my twin because he would blame himself for not keeping Chance safe. But that fool I sent to kill him fucked up and left him alive. Thankfully now I’ve got you and I just know how that shit is killing my brother. You should see him, he’s a total wreck. I’m just waiting until he’s at his lowest and the war with Kitsune fucks up his resources then I’m going to move in and push his wig back and take over everything.”

He got up and gave me a once over.
“I’ll be back later when you stop bleeding so badly. If you’re a good girl I’ll give you something to eat and something for the pain and allow you to clean up.”

After he was gone I laid there in pain thinking about all the shit he had said. I couldn
’t even believe the level of his larceny. How could someone kill their own father and try killing their own brothers. I just had to figure a way to get out of this situation so I could warn my man.

With nothing to do because I couldn
’t even move a muscle without feeling agony I fell into a restless asleep. The sound of pounding brought me back to reality and I wondered what Boss was doing. The racket was coming from the front of the house. After another ten minutes the noise stopped. I could hear someone moving around in the room adjoining the one I was being kept captive in and I started wondering if it was really Boss out there or if someone had broken in.

The person tried to open the door to my prison but it was locked. That was when I was sure it wasn
’t Boss because he would have used his key. I tried calling out to whoever it was but my voice came out as hoarse grunts because my lips were cracked, my throat dry and the pain I was in didn’t help.

The burglar voiced a few choice curses at the door for being locked and I realized the voice sounded female. I tried calling for help again and this time I did a better job of getting my voice to work.

She stopped in midsentence and listened.

I wet my lips with what little
saliva I had inside my mouth, took a deep breath although it hurt and cried for help again.

“
Who’s there?” she asked in an anxious voice. It was a voice I recognized. She had been my best friend all my life until recently.

Hearing her voice brought me renewed hope and gave me the ability to push past my pain.
“Keya, it’s me Angel, please help.” My voice was still hoarse but I projected loud enough for her to hear and she understood most of what I said.

“
Angel, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“
Kidnapped.”

“
That motherfucker, he’s the one that took you. I knew that bitch was up to something, that’s why I’ve been tailing him. Just hold on and I’ll get you out.”

Her words brought tears to my eyes. I was so sure I was going to die in this room after being beaten again and then raped.

There was a loud banging like before and I assumed she was trying to break the lock open like she did to the front door. This lock took longer to break but thankfully she was successful after twenty minutes.

She stopped in her tracks with a horrified look on her face when she saw me almost
completely naked lying on the bed in a pool of partially dried blood. “What the fuck did he do to you?”

I was now crying in
earnest from relief as she moved across the room and stood by the bed looking at me. I’m sure she was afraid to touch me because of all the bruises that covered my body.

“
Let’s just go before he returns,” I choked out.

“
Yeah, yeah,” she agreed. “But if he comes back and tries to stop us I’ll fuck his shit up.” she pulled a gun from the small of her back and showed it to me before replacing it.

After wrapping she sheet around me as best she could, we began our slow shuffle from the room. I had my arm around her shoulder while her arm was around my waits so that I could put most of my weight on her.

We were halfway across the living room when Boss walked through the front door looking shocked at Keya and me making our escape.

His expression immediately changed from surprise to rage.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“
Get the fuck out the way asshole, I’m taking my cousin,” Keya replied calmly like she wasn’t even one bit scared while I felt like I was about to pass out from my fear. That beating he put on me was still fresh in my mind.

Boss laughed and shook his head in the negative.
“I knew you’d be nothing but problems Keya; should have kept my dick in my pants. How did you even find this place?”

Keya smirked at him.
“I followed you. I was trying to find your stash spot so that I could rob your ass but I came across my cousin instead. You’re a sick fuck and you need more help than I do, now move the fuck out of my way.”

I didn
’t believe for a moment that boss was just going to let us go free so while he and Keya were having their little chat I had slipped my hand from around her shoulder and retrieved the gun she had tucked behind her. Boss didn’t see what I was doing because he was too busy talking and plus the sheet hid my movements.

Before I got a chance to use the gun Boss rushed me and my cousin and knocked us to the ground. It hurt like hell and I lost grip of the gun. He
was sitting straddling Keya delivering blow after blow to her face and body as he as he cussed her ass out for interfering with his plans. She was fighting back but was no match for him. I guess due to the beaten state I was in he didn’t think he had to worry about me. I looked around for the gun and found it almost under the old ratty sofa. I crawled on my belly and elbows until I reached it. After propping myself up against the chair I took aim at Boss. I had a clear shot at him because he had used one hand to restrain Keya while he used the other to punch her in the face.

“
Mother fucker!” I cursed angrily as I let a shot off that caught him in the shoulder. His head swung around to look at me and the rage he was wearing transformed into surprise and pain as I emptied the bullets into him. He fell over onto his back.

I crawled over to their bodies. After checking to ensure Boss was actually dead I checked on my cousin and realized she was unconscious. I checked her pockets for her phone but didn
’t find it. I crawled back over to Boss’s body and retrieved his cellphone from his pants pocket.

I dialed my husband
’s number with tears in my eyes.

“
What’s up Boss?”

“
Bay,” I said on a sob. “Bay it’s me.”

“
Sexy?” he asked in surprise. “Sexy is that you? Where are you?”

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

(EPILOGUE)

ANGEL

The day my husband came to get me from that rundown house in the Bronx where his brother kept me captive for two days was one of the happiest days of my life. It was also the first time I ever saw my husband cry. He held me in his arms as though I was some precious jewel as his tears fell into my hair and onto my face. He didn’t care that the guys from his crew were there and could see him crying. We were just in our own world. A place filled with love and relief and far away from the pain we had been through.

I had to spend almost a week in the hospital
and it took even longer to recover emotionally. A part from losing my baby I had too many bruises to count, a couple of small cuts and three cracked ribs. The ribs caused most of my pain.

Keya was pretty beat
up from her fight with Boss but didn’t sustain as much damage as me. She only had a few cuts and bruises and after two days in the hospital she was released. I would always be grateful to my cousin for rescuing me. Even though we weren’t on the best of terms when she found me captive she never thought for a second about not helping me. Although she could be grimy at times when I really needed her she was there for me and went hard for me. I didn’t think our relationship could be the same again because I couldn’t trust her but I was willing to give our friendship another try.

Tyga released
Kitsune’s mother and called off the war against him. Although they weren’t currently fighting with each other I don’t think the fight between them was over. The two of them had become enemies for life. Kit and I were still communicating through text messages. It wasn’t anything serious just an occasional friendly hello. I knew if my husband found out I was consorting with the enemy he would be pissed, but it wasn’t as though I was trying to cheat on him with Kit. I made it clear to kit that I loved my husband and wasn’t planning on leaving him or being unfaithful. Plus I was hoping my friendship with Kit would help in keeping the peace.

After Chance was released from the hospital
we took a family vacation to Jamaica. We had enjoyed our honeymoon on the island so much and wanted to share that experience with our family after all the drama we had been through recently.

I
was sharing a lounge chair with my husband under an umbrella on the beach watching Chance playing with little Ricky and Kiki in the sand. Mina, Keya and Aunt Missy were all frolicking in the ocean while Daisy and Delco were far off in the water hugging on each other.

My bay kissed me on
the back of my neck. “You’re good Sexy?”

I smiled
over my shoulder at him. “Yeah.”

He rubbed on my hip and whispered in my ear.
“You want to go up to the room.”

My smile b
ecame even wider. “Go up to the room and do what?”

“
You know,” he wiggled his eyebrows at me. He had been such an amorous bastard lately and I loved it.

We had been on vacation for about a week now and have been having sex nonstop. I guess my bay was making up for the time I was in reco
very from my kidnapping and we weren’t having sex. My husband was trying to get me pregnant but I was secretly taking birth control. I wasn’t ready to try and have another baby yet. I was still trying to recover from my miscarriage, the pain still fresh in my mind.

We walked ha
nd in hand up to our hotel room; a mischievous smirk on our lips. I was happy that the memory of Boss’s hands on my body no longer intruded on my mind because that would have been something else to hate him for. I didn’t want to allow the horrible memories from my past to influence my present or my future.

As m
y husband pushed open the door to our hotel room he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I looked into his beautiful hazel eyes and fell in love with him all over again like I did every single day. It was then that I realized that although we may not have been perfect we were simply perfect for each other.