Page 24 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

“Fuck what you talking about. Are you fucking Senior!” Trix hollered.

Londen stepped closer to her face. “I’m riding that big dick every night.” She smirked.

In the blink of an eye, all hell broke loose. Troy Jr. swung on his dad, but Mr. Lakes ducked and grabbed him by his throat. Mr. Lakes was agile and swift, and he body slammed Troy Jr. on the hospital floor. Before he could stomp his son, I pulled him away, and security rushed in. Londen was still committed to the ass whupping she gave Trix’s ass. Security ran in and separated them, but a doctor was called in to help Trix.

“This shit ain’t over, old man! It’s far from over, nigga!” Troy Jr. shouted.

He was escorted from the hospital yelling out obscenities and threatening his father. Of course, Mr. Lakes was void of all emotion. He had stock in the hospital, so naturally, they madesure he was okay. I discovered that when he had Erie transferred to a room in the private wing of the hospital.

“Looks like we missed the fun.”

We all turned, and in the doorway was my uncle and aunt. I went to them first and grabbed my aunt in a tight hug, picking her up off the floor.

“Zia Bianca, I’ve missed you!”

Excitedly, I kissed her forehead.

“Figliolo, anche tu mi sei mancato (My boy. I’ve missed you too).”

I placed her down.

“Zio Matteo. Anche tu ci sei mancato (Uncle Matteo, you were missed too),” I stated, feeling a lot better now that they were present.

He grabbed me in a bear hug and held on to me a few seconds longer than he usually did.

“Thank you both for coming on such short notice, but I needed you.”

My aunt fanned her hand at me. “We’re family,” she voiced, grabbing my cheeks.

Zia Bianca was in her mid-sixties but didn’t look a day over forty. With light brown skin, silky brunette curls, soulful brown eyes, and a slender face, she was still my uncle’s most prized possession. Zia Bianca was tall and statuesque with a slender build. Ever since I went and lived with them at seven, there wasn’t a day she wasn’t wearing heels. She stood at six feet with her heels on, yet my Zio Matteo still towered over her.

At six feet and three inches with a football build, my Zio Matteo was definitely a force to reckon with. He had thick, black hair cut close to his scalp with ocean-blue eyes like mine. He was my mom’s big brother. My eyes clearly came from their side of the family.

His nose was kind of crooked because of an accident on one of his missions, but that only added to his bad boy reputation. Zio Matteo was always in a T-shirt, jeans, and thick combat boots. He would never be the most handsome guy in the room, but he’d for sure be the deadliest if Navy or I wasn’t in the room.

My uncle and aunt were my everything. They were the reason I was in the assassin business in the first place. My first kill was a child molester at age seventeen. After that, my taste for killing grew. The rest was history.

“Come on. I have some people I want to introduce you guys to,” I professed.

“Oh, no need for that,” Mr. Lakes intervened.

He walked over and kissed my aunt on the cheeks and embraced my uncle in a bro hug.

“Matteo, Bianca, and I go back a long time, a time before any of you youngins we’re even thought of. It’s how I was able to build my empire today. This here is my special lady, Londen,” he voiced proudly.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Londen expressed, shaking my uncle and aunt’s hands.

“Wow, Horse. She has a nice grip. Strong and beautiful. Can she fight?” my Zia probed.

“I’m more than capable of kicking ass. Ask the dumb broad laying on the stretcher.” Londen pointed.

“You and I are going to get along just fine, dearie,” my Zia stated with a smirk.

“So, if I got this right, you’re dating Horse’s daughter?” my Zio inquired curiously.

“Yes, Zio Matteo.”

“Sleeping Beauty is her?” He pointed at Erie.

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