by Eden Rose
The second my fist hits her face, I feel extremely better. It’s a weight lifted off my shoulders that I didn’t even know that I had. Why the hell did I go so long before putting this bitch in her place? I have no idea.
She falls to the ground in a heap of bones; the drugs effectively eating her from inside out leaving only the bones of what used to be my mother.
Not for a second, I don’t feel bad about doing this. Not hitting women and children is part of our creed and we all follow it. Well, I did until I faced the woman who tried to keep Patience and I apart.
She’s knocked out cold and I’m not going to even lie, it feels amazing to have finally given her a taste of what she deserves.
Ash, being the dumb bitch that she is, runs over to the pile of trash to try and help her get up. I fight the urge to spit on her but I don’t. It’s not her fault that she doesn’t know what it’s like to finally face a demon.
The next demon is about to face the wrath of his son.
PATIENCE
The longer he’s gone, the more pissed off I get.
That woman who answered the phone cemented everything I have been worried about. He’s been fucking all these women and now he’s playing house with me? Why would he decide to play house now? Is it because we have a daughter or something? If he’s only staying here because of Alexa, I’m going to be sick.
I’ve loved the man since the minute I laid my eyes on him and I needed him. I needed him to help me be me. To help me remember that there’s more to life than being a prodigy.
I’ve always loved him but now… I’m left wondering if it’s going to be enough. If I’m going to be enough for him. What happens when he finds out that there is more to life than being Mr. Patience Monroe-Booker?
“Mommy!”
My head rises to see Alexa’s curious face. “Yes, baby?” I ask.
She’s wearing one of her other costumes that I got her from Germany when I went there a few months ago. It’s a traditional German girl dress that makes her look like a doll. She’s got her white stockings on with her feet in the wrong wooden shoes.
I try to not laugh at her for being so silly, but it’s hard to not laugh at her. Plus, I need a good laugh. My laughter comes out breathy but it feels so good.
Alexa gets her sassy face on and stomps her foot glaring at me as if I’m the devil. “Why are laughing at me?”
“You look so cute, baby.”
“Then why’re you laughing?” She wags her finger in front of my face.
“What do you need, Alexa?”
She points to her belly and growls at me. “I’m hungry and you need to make me food!”
Rising off the floor, which I didn’t even realize I was on, I check the time on my phone to see that it is dinner time. “You’re right, sweetie. Let’s go make dinner!”
I have a housekeeper who comes in twice a week to do a cleaning and she goes grocery shopping for me but I like to cook. Even though I don’t eat what I make, Alexa seems to like it.
She grabs the flour that’s in a container on her shelf. Yes, her shelf. It’s her shelf that she keeps all the stuff that she cooks with when she helps me cook. We started to do a tradition when I’m home that we cook together in order to keep our relationship strong.
“Mommy.”
I just watch her dishing out the flour like a professional would. I swear, this little girl a chef prodigy. “Yeah?”
She’s busy now kicking her foot out to grab the stool behind her in order to situate herself at the counter. Once she’s all set up, Alexa looks at me. “Do all mommies and daddies share beds?”
Looking at her trying to figure out what to say, I try not to burst out laughing nervously. “Uh… Some do. Why?”
Alexa’s measuring out the flour to transfer it into the bowl she’s decided to use to make whatever it is that she’s making. I’m just watching her do her thing. I love watching how happy she is when she cooks. It’s like everything makes sense to her when she does.
“Does that mean you gotta quit singing and stay home to sleep with daddy?”
“That’s exactly what that means, baby girl.”
Hearing his voice, my back goes straight instantly and I’m pissed at myself for getting excited to hear him. I don’t say anything to him and I don’t turn to look at him, either. I want him to know that I’m mad at him.
That he fucked up.
Brett’s hands are on my waist but I’m rigid when our bodies touch just a little. Even though I’m so pissed at him, my body still responds to him. I can’t help it.
“What’s your problem, Patience?” He asks me with something I can’t identify lacing his words.
Shaking out of his hold, I continue watching Alexa make dinner. “I have to watch Alexa. We’ll talk later.”
His eyebrow raises and points at our five year old daughter. “She’s cooking?”
Alexa turns around and smiles widely at him. “Yeah! Daddy! I’m making all sorts of stuff. Want to help?”
Brett’s eyes are wide but he’s softening because she’s so stinkin’ cute with flour on her nose and her costume. “Sure, baby girl. Tell me what you want me to do.”
My hip is leaning against the counter as I watch the whole exchange between them. Their bond is iron clad even though they just met a couple of days ago.
Tears begin to well up in my eyes from the thoughts of all the moments that the both of them missed because of his parents.
I want to kill his parents.
“Set the table, daddy.”
Giggling, I don’t say anything while he does what he was instructed to do. The man brings out three plates from the cabinet next to the stove along with three forks.
“No, daddy!”
I’m shaken out of my reflection of the father-daughter moments. I love watching them interact.
Even though I know our conversation is going to be fucking bad, I’m going to soak this up for what it’s worth.
Brett’s facial expression says it all. “What’s wrong, Lex?”
Standing on the stool, she puts her hand on her hips and shakes her head to the left and to the right. “My name is Alexa!”
Now, I really can’t stop laughing. She’s so fucking sassy but its cuter than shit!
Staring at our daughter with wonder, he sets the plates down. He looks over at me asking me to help him.
So not going to happen, buddy. This is all you!
“Is that right? Okay, Alexa. What’s wrong with the table?”
“Mommy doesn’t eat dinner.”
And floor, please swallow me whole!
RABIES
What the fuck is she talking about?
“Huh?”
Alexa’s attitude is definitely skyrocketing and I want her to stop with it. She’s being such a brat right now that it’s pissing me off.
She places her hands on her little hips. “Mommy doesn’t eat dinner.”
Deciding that since Patience isn’t being forthcoming with what the hell she’s talking about, I get out of Alexa. “Why’s that, baby?”
Patience’s mouth is dragging on the floor right now- that’s how speechless she is. I want her to know that I’m always going to ask questions when it comes to her.
“Well, mommy. Tell daddy what you told me.”
And there’s my in. “Why don’t you eat dinner?”
Her mouth open and closes like a fish. “It’s none of your business.”
What the fuck is with these sassy girls today? First my mother, daughter and now my wife? What’s next?
“Everything you do is my business!” I spit so she knows I’m not fucking around. “You want to dye your hair, I want to know about. I’m done playing these games.”
She does something that I never thought she would do. Stand up to me and call my bluff. “Where were you all day?”
I could lie but she will all know that’s exactly what it would be. A giant lie. “Club business,” I respond and still set a place for her at the table.<
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“Club business? What club business? I didn’t hear anything.”
Stalking over to her, I cage her in against the counter. “Don't you deflect on me. Why the fuck ain’t you eating?”
Patience pouts a little. “I'm on a strict diet. You wouldn't understand. The same reason why I don't drink milk. Quit swearing in front of our daughter!”
Her scent is invading my nose and it’s making me want to strip her out of the ridiculous fabric that’s barely covering her fucking hot body and take her against the counter.
I almost did it but then I feel a little hand on my thigh. “Daddy, mommy doesn’t like to eat a lot of food. Don’t worry! We have lots!”
“You’re eating!” I demand with enough malice in my voice for her to realize that I’m not fucking around.
Patience’s eyes are wide but it’s the look of annoyance that gets me the most. “Brett, you just got here. You don’t know anything.”
“I do know that you need to eat, Patience!” I roar at her fully annoyed that she’s bucking me on something so important like eating. “Your dancing burns a sh-crap ton of calories a day!”
“You don’t think I know that? I’ve got it covered, Brett!” She yells at me like I’m bothering her.
I knew something was up with her eating but I didn’t realize it was this deep. This woman has been starving herself.
And it’s about to end right now.
While we sit at the table to eat what Alexa’s made, I watch Patience pick at the broccoli. My eyes watch her fork tear apart the florets of the broccoli and I don’t hide it either. She knows I’m watching her.
“At day care, daddy,” Alexa exclaims with her little hands clapping.
I look away from her mother to see her big and bright smile. “Yeah, baby?” Even though I’m fuckin’ worried about Patience, I need to also focus on Alexa.
Her hands clap again and she points her finger at me. This little girl is hilarious. “There was this man that came over again and he talked to Shelly and then we played in the yard and then we played dress up and then we read and it was so much fun!”
Her exuberance is catchy. “Is that so?” I ask her trying to figure out who the fuck the man was. “Who’s the man?” I quiz her.
Patience’s looking off to the side and I know she’s worried about something but I focus on Alexa anyways. I can see by the look on her face that she’s already heard about this man but now I’m pissed that she didn’t even fuckin’ tell me.
I drag my hand down my face roughly while I chew a piece of the chicken she made. I will give her this much, she’s a good cook. “This is good, baby,” I let her know.
She beams at me with her cute little smile that’s sweeter than pure sugar cane. “I know.”
“This di-guy?” I inquire again.
“He’s a man like you. Why you asking about him like mommy did?”
“Because I need to know who’s around you and I need to know every fuckin’ thing!” I throw out and not even meaning to snap at her.
Patience drops her fork on the plate and stares at me. “I need to talk to you, right now!”
Throwing my fork down on the plate, I stand up out of seat. “Alexa will be back soon!”
She waves us off.
Patience shoots out of her chair and saunters out of the room. I follow behind her and my annoyance with her is rising as I follow behind her.
By the time we stop in the middle of the foyer, she turns on me. “What the fuck is your problem?” She spits at me.
My feet take me over to her and I place my hands on her shoulders to push her against the wall, gently but with enough force for her to know that I’m done with this shit. “I want to know why the fuck are daughter is the one that tells me about this man and my wife, the mother of our daughter, wasn’t the one to do it. Can you tell me why?”
“I called you!” She yells. “I called you and some whore answered the phone and told me everything!”
My head is thrown back by the rage she has in her voice. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I called you and some whore answered and told me that you aren’t married and some other bull shit. How could you? What are you even doing here? Are you just playing house? Is that what this is? You feel bad for making me a single mother or some shit? If that’s the case, kindly get the fuck out! I’m not having a dead beat husband and baby daddy who is just fucking around on me.”
Her firing back at me as me reeling more than anything else. “Who told you what, Patience? I’m too old for this game.”
“That you are… I don’t know! That you’re not married or some shit. Where the fuck were you and why are you getting all pissy with me over something when you’re out galivanting around town with a bunch of biker whores?”
My face gets very close to hers and I watch her eyes flare as she trembles from me being so close to her. “I’m not fuckin’ around on you. For the past week, I have been so far up your ass that I’ve neglected my club and the only family I have ever had. I don’t know who you talked to but I will find out. Now that we’ve got that taken care of, who was this man?” I yell back at her.
Patience has never been one to let something go and right now she’s trying to stop me from asking her about why she’s not eating. I’ll play her game for a minute, but after Alexa goes to bed, I want to know everything.
PATIENCE
The man is frustrating me beyond belief right now and there’s nothing I can do to turn it around. The fact that the woman who answered the phone blew my world apart, I don’t know what else to do.
Well, that was the case until Skin and Andre come strolling into my house with luggage behind them. “Since when do I pay you to be my bell boys?” I ask them with sass.
“Now, apparently. I want more money an hour!” Skin tosses back at me.
“You fuckers get paid enough,” Brett exclaims with his arms crossed around his barrel of a chest. “Oh good! My stuff came.”
“Stuff? What stuff?”
There’s several boxes full of shit on a trolley with Rabies scrawled across it.
With that grin that makes my thighs quiver, Brett tosses me a wink and the grin. “I’m movin’ in.”
“Since when?” I demand as I stomp over to the boxes.
My hands are hovering over the boxes but I’m stopped before I reach inside them to look. He spins me around so we’re chest to chest and grips my waist. “We’re married, baby. We’ve got a kid together and we’ve wasted too much time being apart. I’m livin’ with you whether you like it or not. Now, let’s put my shit in our room and we’ll get back to our daughter.”
“So, I don’t get a say in this?” I question with my eyebrow raised.
“Of course, you do, baby. But I’m not gonna go anywhere and I want you. I want us to be a family. I want us to grow as a family. More kids and all that shit. I’m not gonna let you go, so you might as well agree.”
I’m never going to admit it to him, but his speech makes me want to cry from joy. However, it also makes me realize how much we need to talk about. “Do all men get more romantic as they age?”
He smirks at me before kissing the shit out of my lips. “Go put our daughter to sleep and then we all need to sit down and talk. I need to talk to Andre and Skin.”
“Be nice,” I advise.
Grinning like a damn fool, I go see what my daughter is doing. She’s been quiet too long.
“Alexa!”
The quietness in the kitchen has me more afraid than anything else.
“Bye!” She calls out.
I run from where I’m standing to find her in front of the open slider closing it quickly.
Running past her, I look out the door. “Alexa, who were you talking to?” I demand while I peer through the glass and lock it. “Did you open the door? You know you’re not supposed to open the door for any reason.”
She pouts. “It was the man from Sally’s place. You know, the one I told you about?”
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br /> I let out a bloodcurdling scream which is followed up by the pounding of footsteps running in after me. Every ounce of blood that has been making my brain function, is now boiling from my rage.
“He was here! He was here!” I sputter out and fan my face to cool it down. One thing that I try to do the most is to keep from freaking out in front of Alexa. The last thing she needs is to see how big of a nutcase her mom is.
“Get her out! Get them out!” Skin yells at Andre who is currently grabbing Alexa and throwing her over his shoulder. He’s grabbing my waist to pick me up but Brett’s not having it.
“What the fuck is happenin’ here?” He demands and pushes Andre away from me. “Give me my daughter.”
I shake my head. “He was here. He was here and was talking to Alexa. He was here. He knows where we live. He knows that she’s my daughter and now he’s going to mess with her somehow! I know for a fact that it’s some fan. It has to be.”
My body is shaking and I’m trying to stop from crying but my chest is caving in on me. I feel the breath in my body tightening making it harder and harder for me to breathe. I don’t know what else to do but I try to breathe.
It’s so fucking hard.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe. No one is gonna fuck with us. I got this,” Brett informs me while he pets my hair.
“We’re sitting fucking ducks right here!” Skin shouts. “We need to get the girls in the safety zone.”
A set of strong hands carry me to the safety zone that’s in the back of my house. It’s a room that I turned into a safe room where no one knows where it is. The only ones that do are my body guards and Alexa. I like to keep it that way in case something like this happens.
Of course, you never know when something like this is going to happen until it’s too late.
“Where’s this room?” My husband demands with me cradled against his chest. “Actually, I’ll follow you. I want to keep my eye on both girls at all times and then we’re gonna have a chat.”
Before I know it, we’re in the safe room with Brett cradling both Alexa and I on his lap. He’s got both of his meaty hands on our backs to hold us close to his chest. I’m loving that he’s here with us right now but I know he wants to be out there.