Darius Jones by Mary B. Morrison

Author:Mary B. Morrison
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2010-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 37

Honey

The wheelchair the nurse rolled into my room was supposed to signal happiness. My boys should be in my arms. Grant should be pushing the chair. Joy should have filled my broken heart.

I asked the nurse, “Give me a minute alone in my room before I leave.”

I sat in my wheelchair and wept. “Dear God, keep my babies safe. Please don’t let anyone hurt them. Please don’t let them be dead, or cold, or hungry, or sick, or in pain. Give me their pain. Let me suffer, not them.” My throat ached. I felt like I was gonna die. But I had to live for my babies. I, Honey Thomas, had a reason to live. I’d never felt this way before. “Momma’s gonna find you, Luke and London. I promise.”

“Knock. Knock.” Sapphire opened the door. “You ready…? Oh, mama you’re crying. I understand. I promise you I’m going to find your babies.” She leaned over the chair and hugged me. “I’m on it. Trust me. Grant is downstairs with Valentino. They’re going to take you to Velvet’s house. You need to dry those tears and put on your thinking cap, you hear me? I need your head clear. And start thinking about your sleeping arrangements.”

I sniffled. Smiled a half smile. “You’re right. I do have to keep a clear head. You got Valentino off?”

“Actually, Grant posted his bail. Said he owed Valentino one. Don’t ask me. Men. But my people will have Valentino’s charges dropped.” Sapphire sat at the foot of the bed. “Which one of them you want, Honey?”

That was a question I hadn’t thought about much. I actually had a choice between two men. “I’m not sure I want either of them.” Valentino and Grant entered the room. They deserved to hear what I had to say so I kept talking to Sapphire.

“I love Valentino. In a brotherly way. Kind of like we’re cut from the same cloth. Sexing Valentino when I was his madam felt good but I felt bad afterward. But now that I’ve witnessed his good side, I’d do anything for him. We both hustled our way to multimillionaire status. We don’t look for trouble but if trouble finds us, we have no problem doing whatever we have to do to survive. His parents are deceased and mine might as well be dead. We’re two people who need one another but I’m not in love with Valentino.”

Valentino said, “A nigga can accept you keeping it one hundred. But I still want to help raise the boys.”

See, “nigga” was in every other sentence for him. Pimpin’ was in his blood. Valentino wouldn’t be content for long, living the family life. If that was what he truly wanted, he’d be with his wife and kids, not here with me.

“Come here,” I said, extending my hand to Valentino. I picked up my purse from the bed, removed the ring he’d given me, then said, “I want you to take all that love that you have in your heart for me and my babies.

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