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“You alright?” Tone’s deep voice came from behind me causing me to jump. He was sprawled across the living roomcouch with one ankle resting on his opposite knee and half smoked blunt in between his fingers.
“I’m fine,” I lied nearly mumbling.
“You don’t look fine.” He replied.
I turned to face him. “Where’s Dom?”
Tone grinned like I was a kid asking grown folk business with those teeth shining. “He out handling boss shit. You know how he move.”
“Do you?”
He just gave me a hard look but before he could reply to me his phone suddenly began to ring. His entire energy shifted when he saw the screen. “Shit,” he quickly answered the call. “Yo,” he paused. “What you mean cramping?” he asked in a low tone. “Bleeding? How much?” He was up on his feet now and I could see his muscles tense a little. “Stay calm, I’m on the way.” He ended the call and grabbed his keys. “Yo, my girl, at the hospital. I gotta go.”
“Go to her,” I said.
He looked at me like I should’ve known better. “Got me fucked up princess. You comin’ too.”
“I’ll stay here…”
He gave me a look. “Bring yo ass on, and that ain’t me askin’. Dom’ll kill me if I left you in this bitch. Fuck no.”
Five minutes later, I was in the back of a bulletproof black Suburban with a fucking attitude as my mind spun out of control trying to figure out where I go from here when all of this was over, because my mind was made up. I was never going back to El Blanca and from the looks of things, he didn’t want me back right now either. Riding through the Miami streets, Tone sat beside me, with his jaws tight the entire ride. Two of Dom’s hitters were in the front with their Glocks tucked and eyes on every car that we passed. I glanced out the of window with my chin propped in the palm of my hand. The streetlights lookedblurry through the heavily tinted windows and my stomach had knots in it from my nerves being bad. tint. I couldn’t shake El Blanca’s voice because I knew it was a warning that echoed through my mind.You’ll regret that.What did he even mean by that? Like, what was coming?
Tone hadn’t said one word since we left the penthouse. He was chewing his bottom lip in deep thought. “You okay?” I asked softly.
He looked at me. “Nah. But I’ma be.”
“You really love her, huh?”
“Yeah… gotta get to my girl Shona.”
When we pulled up to the hospital, he looked over at me. “Stay close and don’t say nothin’ to nobody. Don’t do nothin’ either… and whatever you do, don’t trust nobody but me while we in there. You feel me?”
I nodded my head and followed close to him. The doors opened, and we stepped into the hospital not knowing what we were heading into.
The hospital smelled like bleach and death as the bright lights bounced off the white floors as we walked through the lobby. The sound of our footsteps echoed through the hallways, as I continued to walk behind Tone while his people walked behind me so I couldn’t bail even if I wanted to. Plus, Tone was walking faster than I’d ever seen him walk before. I could tell from the looks on everyone’s faces that they knew Tone and his crew were power. His jaws were locked tight, and his fists were slightly balled but I can tell that he was trying to play it cool. It was funny how men could be so hard until it came to the woman they loved. Meanwhile I was just… here.
By the time we reached his girlfriend, Shona was in a private observation unit on the second floor. As soon as the curtain swung open, her eyes locked onto Tone like she’d been waiting for him, and she was beautiful might I add. Her chocolate skin was glowing under the lights, and she had sharp cheekbones with her hair slicked back into a long ponytail. Even with theworry wrinkles on her forehead, she still looked like one of those Instagram models without trying too hard.
Tone rushed to her side. “You good ma? What about the baby?”
Shona weakly nodded her head. “They say it’s just dehydration, but I been cramping, Tone. I ain’t never felt nothing like it.”
I stayed quiet, standing off in the corner like a Casper the ghost. However, just like most women, her eyes found me very quick. It was something about my looks that made me noticeable even when I wasn’t trying to be.
She gave Tone a funny look like she was ready to go off. “Who the fuck is this?” Shona asked dropping her eyes into tiny slits.
Tone didn’t flinch nor did he seem bothered. “It’s business and I’ll explain later. Right now, I need to hear this lil’ heartbeat.”
He then leaned in close as the monitor picked up the thumping sounds of his child’s heart. His whole demeanor shifted, and I saw it. I could tell Shona still had questions about me, but the moment between Tone and his child was more important to her. It seemed like all of the women around Dom and his crew specialized in remaining poised yet dangerous. Tone, this big dangerous man with gold teeth and huge hands had gone soft in the face for a short second. His eyes welled up a little and for a minute, I saw the man underneath the killer.
“Damn,” he whispered with a little smirk. “Lil Tone really in there.”
Just then, the doctor walked inside and quickly eye balled us all with his clipboard in his hand trying to remain casual as if he could sense he was in a room full of killers. “She’s going to be just fine. She came here with severe dehydration which triggered some light contractions and minor spotting, but the baby’s heartbeat is strong. We’ve got her on fluids for now.”
Tone looked up with a raised brow. “You sure that’s all it is? ‘Cause if not, I’m blowin’ this whole floor up Doc.”
The doctor nervously blinked. “I’m positive sir. We’ll discharge her within the hour.”
