“Armond. How do I know Jeffrey won’t be the next to pop up?
“Because the bastard is dead, Brandy.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Did I hear correctly?”
“You did. I snatched that motherfucker at the airport. He was my captive for about a month. I needed him to feel every ounce of pain he caused you. When I left for the gala, I made sure he was part of my business as well.
“I got the gash on my arm fucking around with the door for the bunker since we don’t use it often. Honeybee, I’m always going to keep you safe. The minute you decided to give me a chance, it was up,” I explained.
She faced me and searched my eyes, trying to find the lie, but I would never lie to her. She exhaled a deep sigh and wrapped her arms around me.
“Fuck. Thank you, Mon Mon,” she said, then squeezed tighter.
“I’ve always got you, honeybee.”
She nuzzled into my neck and sniffled lightly. I soon felt tears that made my shirt stick to my skin. I pulled away from her slightly and wiped her tears with the strum of my thumbs. I kissed her forehead then looked over the city.
It was busy. People made their way to wherever on foot while buses and cars barely inched through the late-night traffic.
“What would you like to do with our evening, honeybee?” I said softly in her ear.
“Wine.”
“That I can do.”
I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of glasses. I grabbed the ice tray and carefully took out the round pieces and placed one into each glass. I looked over at Brandy and she was still standing in the window with one arm folded over her chest and her other hand fiddled with her necklace. She was deep in thought and I was glad that the waterworks ceased. I hated seeing her fret over anything.
“Would you like to do the honor?” I asked as I extended the bottle. She turned with her brows furrowed, confusion riddled her face. She lit right up when she saw the secured bottle and that was all I wanted. To get her mind off anything related to Jeffrey or Joshua.
She trotted over then took the bottle from my hand. She looked it over then smiled. I was still stuck on the way her hips swayed as she walked toward me. The confidence that was once forced seemed to come effortlessly now. She was transforming back into herself with each step. I was damn proud.
“You can open it, love,” she finally said.
“I know you like to,” I replied.
“Yeah, but it’s okay. You know I trust you.” She smiled genuinely.
“Do you?”
“Of course.”
“I wasn’t sure about an hour ago.”
“That was fear of the unknown. I thought Jeffrey was going to be right behind him. That he actually found me all the way out here,” she explained.
“I told you before, you’re safest with me. He was going to be handled regardless. The fact that he ever hurt you was enough to go searching if needed. He just happened to offer himself up on a silver platter.”
She smiled weakly and nodded, then put her eyes on the bottle.
“Were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“That you killed Jeffrey? It’s been what? Two weeks?”
