Page 42 of His Lucky Blessing

We rode around for hours asking questions, but no one saw anything. Usually, the hood was buzzing by now, but this was different. It was me and Lucky. Fear had set in, and nobody was out not even the dope boys.

“I know how you feel about guns and shit but you need to strap the fuck up. We don’t know who the fuck after us, and I ain’t ‘bout to lose you ‘cause you don’t like to be strapped.”

“Do you see them headlights behind me? I’m always strapped as long as them muthafuckas behind me. We gon’ find out who did this shit. What we need to be doing is protecting the women in our life. I know you ain’t fucking with Lexus but you need to get her and Merci together so you can keep an eye on them. Whoever did this don’t give a fuck about a woman. I’mma drop you off so you can go handle that and we’ll get together in the morning to discuss what we wanna do with mama.”

I dapped my brother up and hugged him. Shit had just turned real for us. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get them to in the same space, but Lexus had my daughter. Maybe if she gave me my daughter then she could stay where the fuck she was at. I didn’t give a damn if she got killed with all the hell she caused me. When I saw Merci’s name pop up on my phone, I knew she had got the news. I sent her to voicemail because I didn’t feel like talking to her right then. It was only going to make me madder.

When I got back to my car, I headed to Lexus. She had already heard the news but didn’t give a fuck. That gave me the answer I needed.

“I only came for my daughter. I need to make sure she’s safe.”

“You ain’t taking her nowhere. She’s safe here with me.”

“Lexus, I’m walking out the door with my daughter. If you try to stop me, I don’t mind killing you. So, what we gonna do?” I stepped closer to her.

I could tell she wanted to cause a scene but the stress I was up under, she could tell by the look in my eyes, I was serious. Itdidn't take her long to change my daughter and hand her over. Once I got her strapped in, I finally called Merci back.

“Perc are you okay? I heard what happened,” she went off as soon as the call connected.

“Pack some shit and be downstairs in thirty minutes,” I said before hanging up.

“Can you just please not cause a scene?” I asked Lucky.

“I’m not going to cause a scene. Have you ever loss someone you loved and couldn’t do shit about it?”

I was about to tell him I have but he stormed out of the bedroom so fast that he didn’t give me time to answer him. His anger the past week was really starting to scare me. He hadn’t slept in the bed with me all week and I was getting worried. He came in late and left out early. No one knew anything and stress was starting to set in. The news station was here for the fourth time this week and he was tired of it. I didn’t blame him which is why I was asking him not to make a scene because it was going to air on national television.

I tried my best to make it down the stairs in time, but he had already punched one reported in the face before I snatched him back but ended up on my ass. Once he noticed he knocked me down he slammed the door and tried to help me up, but I snatched away.

“I understand you lost your mama but you about to lose me too if you don’t get your fucking temper under control. You better pray he doesn’t press charges against you,” I stormed off to get away from him.

His stupid ass was starting to work my nerves, and I was trying to be the compassionate wife but that was getting very slim. I fixed myself a glass of juice and sat at the table staring off into space. I knew exactly how he felt. He wanted answers. Shit, I still wanted answers for three years now. He needed to live with the fact that they may never come.

“I’m sorry for pushing you,” he sat next to me.

“Aight.”

“Blessyn, you know I didn’t mean that shit. I’m pissed off that they won’t give me my privacy.”

“You are a fucking business owner in the city. Do you know how many stations that shit is going to be on? I thought you had more sense than that Lucky. You let them throw you off.”

“Again, I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“Okay.”

He still hadn’t buried his mama. For some reason, his daddy was giving him grief about where he wanted shit done but didn’t have a dime to give. It didn’t make shit better that their relationship was strained. Lucky was under a lot of stress, and he wouldn’t even let me in so I could help. Every time I tried, he would get up and go in another room. I finally left his ass alone and spent my time at the barbershop or my house until he would notice I was gone and make me come home.

I was tired of sitting up in the house acting like we were fine when we both were about to explode. Not once had I seen him cry all he ever did was squeeze his stress ball and stare off into space. I’ll cook and he won’t eat. I started putting his food in the microwave for when he was up roaming the house in the middle of the night. Merci said Perc won’t even talk to her. I was worried sick about him because I knew he was closest to his mama. I would send him a text every day, but he never responded back.

“Do you need me to do anything?” I asked as I entered his office and walked toward his desk. Lucky grabbed my hand and pulled me on his lap.

“Please don’t leave me. I just need some time to get this shit together and then it’s me and you again. I’m not neglecting you and I see everything you’re doing. I appreciate it a lot. All I want you to do is rest. I’ll be fine.” He placed a soft kiss on my neck.

“I’m not leaving you, Lucky.”

“Thank you for being patient with me. I love you, Blessyn.”

“I love you too.”

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