I leaned over and grabbed it, quickly going to Jela’s number and hitting FaceTime. The phone rang a couple of times before Iyana’s face came on the screen.
“Hey, Truce.”
“What’s up? Where’s Jela?”
“She's right here. Hold on.”
She walked a little way before she gave the phone to Jela. Even all battered and bruised, she was still the most beautiful girl in the world to me.
“I’ll give you all a minute,” Neveah said, leaving the room.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Hi, my love. Everything okay?”
I shook my head. “But it will be. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. You and Chunks can live in perfect peace. No bodyguards, no stress, no more monsters in your closet.”
Tears came to her eyes as she sniffled. “No more you?”
“Always more of me, baby. I have to settle shit here, but I’m coming back to you. You hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I love you, Empress. Get well, and I’ll see you soon.”
“I love you more, my Tru Bear.”
I stared at her for a moment, then ended the call. I sat back on the bed and allowed myself to mourn the loss of my brother.
Six MonthsLater
“Mommy! Boo fower!” Scottlyn exclaimed, pointing to the Tiffany blue flowers lining the hall.
“Yes, that’s a blue flower, baby. Very good, Scottie Pie,” I said, kissing her cheek.
We were currently on our way back from the restroom at the reception hall after witnessing Neveah and Laurent take their vows. They ended up pushing the date back to August since there was so much going on around the time they wanted to have the wedding.
After that tragic day in February, it took me almost three months to get back to myself. Truce had been amazing to me and a great support system, just as I was to him. After telling me thathe was the one who killed Damien, I immediately suggested we both get counseling to cope and deal with our emotions.
A lot had happened since that Thanksgiving when I first met the incredibly handsome, empathetic, charismatic, sexy-ass builder, and I knew therapy was needed for us both. I had to forego physical therapy to get my legs back to working again after those dirty bitches tried to break my knees. I hoped that wherever those bitches were, they suffered greatly for what they did to me.
Nine months ago, I thought my life was completely over. I saw no hope for my future and wanted it to end. That was until Truce Shiloh Stone entered my world. He swept me off my feet in a matter of weeks, and I had been falling more and more in love with him each passing day.
We attended Damien’s funeral, and Truce had put him away nicely. I knew he still had regrets about having to kill his own brother, but with therapy, he was starting to come to terms with it.
I reentered the ballroom area, and Jas immediately took Scottlyn from my arms.
“You’d swear you hadn’t seen her in ages,” I said, laughing.
“I just love her so much. Didn’t I tell you, you had her for me?”
“And didn’t I tell you to get your own baby?”
“Yeah, but that’s not happening anytime soon since the chosen father wanted to get chosen by these thot bitches in the streets.”
“You still ain’t gon’ forgive Dre? He has been jumping through hoops for you to forgive him. It was only one time, Sissy.”
“Not enough damn hoops, and you only get one time to show me I’m not enough for you.”
