Playing The Game

P L A Y I N G T H E G A M E - C H A P T E R 22

AN- S/O to Queen_la because she had made this cover for me and I had forgot about it. Ironic I found it because I was just getting ready to change the cover in a few more days. Sorry I forgot this bomb ass cover boo, (I suck I know T _ T) but thank you babes, luv ya! :3

Chapter 22

Amal pulled her black Range Rover into the stone pathway of Casper's mini manor. She was a little in her feelings because she just found out forty five minutes ago he got shot last night coming from his friend's house party. The hospital he went too never informed anyone about it and neither did he.

Casper always had a habit of keeping his street drama away from her which Amal didn't like too much. The only reason she wasn't gonna get upset and start an argument with him for keeping his injury a secret from her, was because she found out he had to get the bullet wound stitched back up with metal staples, so it made her feel bad.

Instead of arguing with him, she figured she should tell him the news that would make him the happiest man in the world. Brittany was officially in their care. In two more weeks she would be allowed to live with one of them. Casper still had the restraining order against his mother; but Amal knew he wouldn't care about that because the one against Brittany was lifted. Amal was really excited for him to find out. She didn't know whether or not she should have waited a little longer to surprise him on the actual day or just tell him. She decided that instead of waiting today would be the day she would just tell him.

Amal grabbed her large purple leather Anne Klein handbag from the backseat then sat it on her lap. She finished through the bag, passing Brittany's legal adoption papers she had neatly rolled up with a red rubber band to retrieve the house keys. She put the strap of her bag over her shoulder and stepped out the car, locking it after. She walked up to the door of Casper's stately home then unlocked it.

The place was so quiet it almost felt abandoned. When Amal past the kitchen, she rested her bag down on the Island table and quietly walked up the staircase. When she got to the top she smiled, looking around as she walked through the hallway half expecting Casper to jump out and scare her. Knowing him, he would do something like that. He played a lot.

When Amal made it to his bedroom without him startling the crap out of her, she gently turned the doorknob and walked in. She walked over to the left side of the bed because that's where Casper liked to sleep, more towards the window. Amal smiled to herself when she saw him laying there, fast asleep, his thick eyelashes framing his beautiful face and his mouth slightly agape. He looked so angelic when he slept. Even with all the tattoos on his face.

Amal's eyes traveled down finding the five metal staples in his arm. She frowned and made a soft puppy dog noise. It actually looked painful. "My poor baby." She whispered, kissing his cheek. She began gently rubbing the waves in his hair liking the feeling of it under her palm. Casper's hair was in a Caesar cut, but he took really good care of his hair making it soft.

When she heard a sudden faint cough, Amal's head jerked up. She looked around the bed for a second before her eye caught something. It was brown hair. Long brown hair. She could tell it was weave but it was expensive weave. Amal scrounged her eyebrows together and looked at Casper like he was awake, then slowly began to walk over to the other side of the bed. When she got there, her heart sank.