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Once downstairs, he quickly grabs his keys and cut from the counter. "Wait, I should clean the kitchen. We left food out last night." I try telling him as he ushers me to the door leading to the garage.
"Leave it. I'll get one of the girls to come by and take care of it." We enter the garage. Parked beside his bike is a brand new four-door black truck.
"Why so big?" I raise my brow. "You know what they say about men and big trucks?" I say to get a rise out of him.
Stopping, he spins, facing me, and presses his hard body against mine. "That's a lie, and you know it." Grabbing my ass, he thrusts into me further. I feel the heat rise on my neck and cheeks as an ache grows between my thighs. "Your sassy mouth makes my blood boil sometimes, but it also makes my dick hard as nails." His head dips, and he gives me a brief kiss, slightly sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. Our lips part. "I plan on fuckin' you senseless, Vayda." Stepping back, he opens the truck door and helps me in, leaving me at a loss for words as he closes the door.
I can see now; this man will use the power of the 'D' against me. And if his kiss or even his magical fingers are any indications to what lies ahead, I am done for.
With coffeeand sausage biscuits sitting between us, we hit the interstate, heading west toward the Louisiana-Texas state line. Pressing a button on the steering wheel, a telephone ringing comes through the truck speakers, followed by Riggs' voice filling the cabin. "How's it goin', brother?"
I sip on my coffee as Malik talks. "Sorry to bother you, Prez. I'm callin' to let you know I won't be in town for a day or two."
I hear Riggs whisper something but can't make out the words before he replies. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah. Vayda's dad called this morning, and she needs to get home to deal with a few things."
"Alright. I'll get my brother to fill in for you at the bar until you get back. Where are you now?" Riggs asks.
"On the road. I'll touch base with you later."
"Stay safe," Riggs tells him before the line goes dead.
"Thanks for not saying more until we know for certain what is going on." Picking up my fast food biscuit, I unwrap it to take a bite, but can't seem to stomach eating anything due to the stress I'm feeling, so I place it back into the paper bag. Malik reaches across the console, grabs my hand, pulls it to his mouth, and kisses the back of my knuckles. He doesn’t say anything. Our arms rest between us as we hold each other's hands. And it is precisely what I needed.
A few hours later, we pull into my dad's driveway. I haven't been this nervous in a long time, but I find my stomach in knots the moment Malik cuts the engine off. We exit the truck, and Malik is by my side, grabbing my hand in his as we walk toward the front door. "It will be okay. Just think, you could walk away from all of this with a niece."
Sucking in a breath, I reach for the handle on the front door just as it swings open, and we are greeted by my Dad. "Hey, Daddy." He looks from me to Malik, a bit surprised to see him standing beside me, then his eyes drop to our joined hands, and he smiles.
"Hey, Pumpkin," he kisses my cheek then turns to Malik. "Son, it's good to see you." Using his other hand, so he doesn't have to let loose of mine, Malik shakes my dad's hand.
"Good to see you, Sir."
"Come in." My dad steps to the side, and we walk in. My dad looks at me, and his face softens. I take in how tired he looks, and the fact that his eyes are red-rimmed like he may have been crying.
"You okay, Daddy?" I worry.
"It's been a long day so far, Pumpkin, but I'm okay. Now, what do you say we go meet Sydney?" He says her name as if he's known her all her life, and I watch his eyes become misty.
Malik and I follow my dad into the living room. The moment we round the corner my eyes fall on a thin tan-skinned girl with long curly hair. Stopping dead in my tracks, I take her in. She's dressed in ripped jeans, a tank top, combat boots, and a flannel shirt tied around her waist. In her blue eyes, I see her mom, Georgia, but everything else about her looks like the female version of my brother.
"Jesus. She looks like the female equivalent of Damien," Malik murmurs. "She looks like you," Malik speaks my thoughts as I continue to stare.
"Sydney, this is my daughter, Vayda," my dad introduces us.
Sydney eyes me. Her judgmental gaze looks me over before taking in the big man standing beside me but says nothing. Her mom, my brother's ex rises from the couch beside her. I was so focused on Sydney; I didn't see her sitting there. I almost don't recognize the woman crossing the room in my direction. Georgia is a former shell of who she once was. The person I once knew was radiant. Beautiful blonde hair that is now thin and dull, sparkling blue eyes that are now sad, almost lifeless. It's her weight that stands out the most. She is tiny. Too thin. "Vayda, it's good to see you."
I force a smile. "It's been a long time." Finding it hard to keep my eyes off her daughter, I look past her.
"Malik?" she directs her attention to my man.
"Georgia." Malik looks down at her, his arms folded across his broad chest.
She smiles at him. "I always knew you two would end up together. It was written in the stars." Georgia turns her head, looking at her daughter, who sits on the couch, looking down at her phone. "Nothing I say will ever be a good enough excuse. I kept her from her family. I was wrong, and for that, I am sorry."
"Why now?" My tone is laced with anger.
"I'm sick, and I need help. But I can't do it on my own." I look at her. I mean, really look at her. "I never meant for it to get out of control."
