“And what was that comment about your sisters? ‘What kind of ideas will they get if they meet her Bash?’” she asks in a higher pitch getting more pissed off by the minute.
I want to laugh at her impersonation of my mother, but I don’t. I don’t want to get hit. That thought almost throws me into a fit of laughter on its own.
“What’s wrong with wanting your sisters to be able to make up their own mind and to speak when they feel like they need to! HELLO, we live in the twenty first century, we have rights now and one of those rights is to speak freely god dammit!” she yells chest heaving.
Out of the corner of my eye I watch both Lo and Gio visibly shrink in their seats trying to stay out of the way of her wrath. They don’t fear much, but my woman can be quite fierce when she wants to be.
My woman.
I shake my head to try and change my thoughts.
“I agree Sofia. They should be able to decide what happens in their own lives. Sadly, Karrisa didn’t get that opportunity and my father picked her husband for her. Thankfully she seems happy, but Grear will get to make her own choices and have her voice heard. I promise you.”
“As long as he passes your tests you mean.” She deadpans.
I can’t help but scoff, “Of course, I’m not going to have my baby sister end up with a deficient.”
“Better than nothing, I suppose.” She mumbles before turning back toward the window.
My heart aches for her. She is obviously bothered by what my mother said. I wish I could go back and keep her from coming. We had a good thing going. We both knew where we stood. I think Mamma might have just messed this all up.
“Does it matter what my mother thinks, Tesoro? I thought it only mattered what we thought.” I ask and finally cave in and put my hands on her. Instantly she starts to melt into me.
“You’re right.”
“Of course, I’m right.” I tell her with a shake of my head.
She glares at me.
“I shouldn’t be so invested. This is just temporary so really it doesn’t matter what your mother thinks. Besides, you will never settle down, or so you told me. That should make her happy. No bad influences to ruin her precious girls.”
I squeeze her thigh at her words. Those were my words. I didn’t want to settle down. This was all just supposed to be until I knew she was safe.
So why does the thought of her leaving scare the hell out of me? Why is it that when I think about another man putting his hands on her I feel my body fill with rage? Why does it hurt to breath when I think that one day I will wake up and she won’t be next to me?
I push those thoughts away and relax my grip. I can’t think about that now. I have too much other stuff to worry about. Whatever happens will happen.
I look up and catch a knowing look in Lo’s eye. I grimace.
“So where are we going anyways?”
I look back to Sofia. It seems she has put this behind her for now. Instead, there is anticipation on her face, which brightens my day. She usually stays at the house while I go out, but I decided she needed a break. I brought her out with me.
“We are going to Ivory.”
She gives me a questioning look.
“What’s that?”
I chuckle.
“My club here in Brooklyn. I thought you might want to get out of the house for a little while. I have some business to handle, but I want you to stay near me or one of them. It is still not safe for you to be out, but I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner.”
Her eyes light up with excitement.
“You are taking me out? Like out out?”
“Yes, Tesoro. Mia and Isabella should already be there.”
