Page 51 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

I kissed them on their cheeks before Ro helped me upstairs to our bedroom. Once I sat on the bed, he removed my boots and my sweater.

“Whew!” I exhaled. The freedom I felt once my boots were off was such a relief.

He helped me scoot to the headboard. I released another deep breath. I was always out of breath. The load I carried weighed heavy on my chest and bladder. No matter the direction I moved in, I was always out of breath. Ro sat on the bed and massaged my feet and legs. They were pretty swollen.

“Did you enjoy your surprise, Bella?” He applied a little pressure to my ankles.

“Mm,” I moaned. “That feels so good, and yes, baby. I loved it. Thank you for making me feel on top of the world.”

Ro’s hands slid up to my thighs. An accidental moan escaped my mouth. Janeiro pulled his hoodie over his head. He bent down and kissed his way up my thighs.

“I want my dessert I didn’t get a chance to get earlier.”

I released a sexy sigh. “Eat up, handsome.”

My head fell back from the pleasure his tongue delivered to my thighs. Before I knew it, Ro attacked my clit, and my back arched off the headboard. Whenever he performed oral on me, he always put me to sleep. Tonight was surely no different.

Epilogue

Erie

Months Later

Months ago, when I received Troy Jr.’s journal from my dad, I was reluctant to read it. There was no telling what kind of evil and selfishness was trapped between those pages, but there could’ve been some joy as well. Now was the time to find out. I had a few minutes to spare, so I cracked it open. There were a few colorful tabs in the journal. I assumed that was my dad’s doing.

I flipped to the first blue tab. The date listed caught me off guard. It was the day I was born and the day we lost our mama. An uneasy feeling filled my chest and stomach. That wasn't a good sign, but I decided to see it through. I read his hateful words out loud.

September 7th1996

I hate her! That little monster ain’t been in the world for a full day yet she took the most special person in the world to me. How in the world could you let this happen, God!

You’re supposed to be our savior. How could you take my mama, God? Why couldn’t you take Erie’s evil ass?

She’s the spawn of the devil. Only a demon could be born and kill their own mother. You can’t get any eviler than that.

Tonight, I stared at the stilled body of my mama. The coldness from her hand was a chilling cold I’d never experienced before. Mama appeared colder than an actual wind chill winter in Chicago.

Why couldn’t I save her? Why couldn’t she be here? I only got to know her for thirteen years. There was so much more to my life.

She won’t be able to see my prom, college graduation, marriage, or the birth of my first child. I hate my life. I want to end it, but if I did, I still won’t be able to be with her.

My heart is filled with malice. It feels like it’s been that way since I could remember. Mama was the only pure and special part of me.

Now I don’t have her anymore. The chains of self control are broken. Without her being around, there is no one around to contain me. My revenge would be exacted against my sister Erie.

I don’t know how or when, but I will kill Erie. She took my mama away from me. It was her that should’ve been dead, and I’ll make sure that the devil get its minion back.

Daddy is on the list and so is grandma. They sheltered that little bitch like she isn’t the reason for mama dying. My family now pledged their loyalty to Erie, but my loyalty would always be to my mama. Sleep good sister because you’ll never know when death comes knocking.

Present Day

I shut his journal and tossed it on my vanity. My heart sank to my stomach. All this time the doctors had said grandma’s death was undetermined, but now I see it wasn't.

Troy Jr. had killed our Gigi because of her love for me. My tears rolled down my face. I dabbed at my tears because I didn't want to ruin my makeup, but how could he be so damn cruel and heartless?

Gigi loved him just as much as she loved me. She gave him so much. He got his first car because of her. It was nothing that she wouldn’t do for him.

An ear-splitting scream erupted from me. How could he take her from me? I loved her so much. She was the only mother I’d known, and he took her away from me.

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