Finding Forever - REVISED

Chapter 2: Letting Go

Reaper

I have learned how to cherish the small things in life. Ride Hard and Live Free. Take nothing for granted.

If anyone would have told me that I would be a widower at 25 years old I would have laughed in their face. It's been 1095 days, 5 hours and 10 minutes since Macey left me. Saying it has been 3 years just makes it seem less significant. As much as her dying turned my world upside down one thing stayed the same. I start my day with my daily Macey fix.

"You have reached Macey. I can't talk right now cuz I am out doing amazing shit. Leave your details after the beep." All I have left of her are my memories, our son, Aiden, and her voicemail.

My Vice-President, Skull, walks in as the sound of her voicemail chimes in the air. I brace myself to hear his version of tough love. He believes I have mourned my wife long enough and it is time that I move on. Get my cock wet by someone new. I damn near broke his jaw the first time he suggested it.

"Yo, Prez not to overstep but don't you think it is time to let her go? Just speaking on behalf of your right hand. I think he wants to touch something else other than you."

The other half of the reason why I am living like a damn monk breezes in the club house kitchen stopping me from answering him. Angel is a sight to behold. I still miss my wife every day, but lately the more time I spend with Angel the more torn I am about her. As much as I realize that our bond started because she stepped up to help me raise my son, I can't help but see her for the beautiful woman that she is. The lines between friendship and wanting more with her is starting to blur. To know her is to truly love her.

Lately I cannot help but feel lust and shame in equal measures when I am in her presence. Her tight curvy body would wrap around me perfectly. My hands itch to find out if her mocha skin feels as soft as it looks. A riot of raven curls whip in her face when she stops short noticing I am not the only person in the kitchen. Skull leans in to kiss her and she scrunches up her nose when she gets a whiff of him. Her man reeks of stale sex and alcohol at 9 am in the morning. She has never had a poker face and we both watch her emotions play out on her face.

Her biting her full lower lip has always been a clear sign that she is upset since we were kids. The image of her down on her knees with her luscious full lips wrapped around my cock flashes in my mind at the same time guilt riddles my bones for thinking of my best friend's old lady that way.

I discreetly adjust myself before asking her "You need something Angel?"

"I can come back. Yall look busy."

"Babe, you must need something to show up here so early. Spit it out. Reaper and I have shit to do."

Her eyes blaze with anger when her Achilles heel, Sasha, decides to make an appearance.

"Skull, what is taking you so long getting us something to eat? The baby is hungry."

"What the fuck did she just say?"

I clinched my fists in anger trying to stop myself from interfering between a brother and his old lady.

Sasha holds up her hand in Angel's face to silence her, "the doormat knows how to talk. Skull, baby, are you coming back to bed? Baby wants her daddy."

All it took was 4 simple words to flip the switch and bring out the girl who matched Macey's wildness pound for pound. Angel wraps her hand in Sasha's locks and presses a butcher knife up to her throat before either one of us could react. "Now I am going to ask you again, what did this plastic bitch just say about a fucking baby?"

Sasha picks the wrong time to mouth off pouring gasoline on a newly light fire, "I am giving him something you never could, a baby."

She doesn't know her loose lips woke up the beast that lives in Angel. Angel didn't earn her nickname, Angel of Death, because of her sweet demeanor. My dad gave it to her because she can slit your throat with a smile on her face as she deals out her version of justice.