Page 71 of Falling for Her
He freezes mid-dismount and then curses as he climbs off his bike.
“Okay, after tonight,” he changes, and I chuckle.
He sighs, and I tilt my head as he looks at the building, chewing his bottom lip. I ask, “Are you ready for this? Truly?”
He hums and nods as his eyes come to me and replies, “With you wearing that cut, I think I am.” He swallows and looks up at the massive building again and says, “Six months is a long time away…”
“It is,” I whisper over the laughs and giggles echoing around us, “but they are still your family, and while you may be different, your love for them hasn’t changed, only your love for yourself.”
“I love you,” he says, and I grin and reply, “Of course you do because I am awesome obviously…”
He laughs and wraps his arm over my shoulders, then guides me towards the entrance, and I swallow the lump forming in my throat as concern hits me and burrow myself into his side.
Will they hate me?
I’m part of the reason Bullet’s sister is no longer here, even though it was out of my control. The woman did have someone attack me, but if Damian hadn’t given them an ultimatum, she’d still be here.
“Alright, let's do this,” Damian mutters and opens the door. Then, together, we walk inside.
The room is, well, it’s actually light and airy despite the wooden effect on the back wall and dark couches. There’s a pool table in the corner and a bar on the right side. Women and men are all talking and laughing, and then there are women glaring at the women wearing cuts, women who, despite wearing normal clothes, I recognize.
Clubwhores.
Damn, they are pretty, I mean, they are wearing way too much makeup, but they are pretty nonetheless.
“I thought you said the clubwhores wear underwear?” I whisper to Damian, and he hums, taking in his family, and replies, “Only after nine at night, but as soon as the clock hits five in the morning, it’s casual clothes only.”
Oh.
I nod because, yes, that would make sense.
“You ready to make it known that we’re here?” I ask as I watch everyone oblivious to us here.
“No point,” he replies, “I’ll give Levi on the count of three…,” I grin, and he continues, “One, two…,”
“Auntie Essy!” Levi shouts, and Damian groans, “Really?”
I laugh as he runs our way. Every eye comes to me, but I ignore them and kneel in time for Levi to throw his arms around my neck, and I chuckle.
“Hey, little man,” I whisper and hug him tightly before Damian grabs him underneath his armpits and lifts him, throwing him in the air making the cute boy laugh, and I grin before a hand appears in front of me. I lock eyes with Bullet.
I smile and take his hand, letting him help me up.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, and I reply, “I’m okay. I'm tired, but okay.”
He nods, concern etching off him, and nods to my stomach, “And the baby?”
I smile gently, squeeze his hand, and say, “The baby is good. Stop looking at me with guilt. You are not responsible for your sister’s actions.”
He smirks and says, “Sorry but that is my niece or nephew in there so the guilt won’t fade until you pop it out and everything is good.”
I snort then look at Damian to get him on my side with his friend and help him ease his guilt but pause at the scene before me then sigh.
“Damian, why are you dangling Levi by his foot?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips and Damian looks at me from the laughing child hanging upside down by his foot in mid-air.
“He said you were his favorite,” he claims, and I shake my head while Bullet chuckles.
“Put the poor boy down,” I demand, and he mutters, “You’re no fun,” playfully.
