Chapter 15 Part 2

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He kissed my lips and grabbed my ass in a swift motion to pull me closer. I feel into his warm embrace. He just made all my problems go away.

KNOCK KNOCK!!!!

"Ugh! I gotta get this... stay here," I kissed his naked chest one last time before throwing on my robe and walking to the front door.

Already knowing I looked like S E X, I pulled my hair into a messy bun.

I looked through my peek hole but it was blocked. If someone wanted to play games.. I can play to. I went back into my room and grabbed my strap. Thank goddess Que had already  fell back to sleep.

"Who is it?" I asked. And there was nothing. Not a word.

I debated rather or not I would open the door. But before I had time to think. The knocking began again.

I opened my door and my jaw dropped completely. There is no way. How the fuck did he even find us. After all this fucking time.

"Trigga?" My head clenched my strap tightly behind my back. But I must say he looked good.

He wore all black

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He wore all black. His eyes were covered. And that tattoos that were once non existent, came to life in the light.

"Angelina." He started to reach out and grab me but I quickly closed the door.

Not here. Not now. 

"Get the fuck away. Listen to me closely. You have five seconds to get the fuck away from my doorstep before I set this bitch off." I thanked God mentally that I still had the door wedged between us. 

"I deserve to see my child Angelina." He said while leaning on the wall.

"You deserve to go to hell." I said keeping my finger on the trigger.

"Theres so much you just dont know."

"Well you can take that to hell with you. Now get the fuck off my porch Trigga." I wiped my tears that were falling. I fucking hate my emotions.

"Angie. Just .." He started but stopped. Instead he reached in his pocket and handed me a black card with a number on the back. 

"If you want to know the truth. Call me." He walked over to me, and this time I didnt flench. I didnt move. He towered over me from height that hes had every since we were kids. Since before we were in love. Since before Luna.

Once he was about a few inches from me. He used his finger to wiped my face. His middle finger laid under my chin to make me look at him. His eyes were jet red.

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