hotel.”
“What you go there for?” Angel folded his arms across his chest.
“To see Cruz.” Dylan winced, closing her eyes.
“You did what?” Angel said, outraged.
“You promised you weren’t gonna get mad?” Dylan stomped her foot like a child.
“Fuck that! What the fuck you go see him for? What you having second thoughts or something?”
“Really, Angel?” Dylan looked at him as if he were stupid.
“No. I went to see him to tell him that I was sorry for running out like that but when I got there he thought that I was coming back to be with him. So when I told him you and I were back together and married,” Dylan began to cry, “he flipped out on me.”
“That muthafucka hit you?” Angel balled his fist.
“Yeah, he just … lost it. He started throwing things and grabbing me. It was like I didn’t even know who he was,” Dylan sobbed.
“You shouldn’t have taken yo’ ass over there in the first place! You don’t owe that muthafucka no explanation!”
“But—”
“But nothin’! If that muthafucka didn’t get the hint that it was over when you walked out on his ass then oh the fuck well! You had no business going to see him, Dylan. Especially without tellin’ me!”
“So, are you sayin’ it’s my fault I got hit? All I was tryna’ do was the right thing, Angel. What I did to him was wrong and all I was tryna’ to do is apologize so excuse me for having a fuckin’ conscious!” Dylan spat.
“It’s not about that! It’s about you lettin’ me know what the fuck is going on so shit like this won’t happen!”
“Well, excuse me for living!”
“Whateva, I’m up.” Angel announced, grabbing his keys.
“Where you going?” Dylan asked, praying he wasn’t leaving for good.
“To pick up my son!”
Normally, Angel wouldn’t yell at Dylan for doing something he didn’t like and then turn around and do the same damn thing but in this case rules were meant to be broken. There was no way on God’s green earth that he could allow Cruz to get away with putting his hands on his woman. He was tired of being Mr. Nice Guy. It was time for people to understand why he’d become a boxer. It was time to put an end to all the drama once and for all. At any cost Angel, Dylan, and Mason were going to have a normal, peaceful life, even if his life depended on it. After parking, speaking with the concierge and boarding the elevator, Angel got off on the tenth floor and knocked on Cruz’s door.
“I knew you’d come back.” Angel could hear Cruz say from the other side of the door.
“Baby, I’m sorry for puttin’ my hands on you. I just got upset. I swear it won’t happen again.” Cruz pulled the door back and came face to face with Angel.
“You damn right it won’t happen again.” Angel’s killer instinct kicked in and he blacked out.
An hour later, Angel returned home with Mason as promised. Dylan was in bed asleep. Despite the bruise on her face there was no denying her beauty. Dylan was 5 feet 6 and possessed the creamiest honey colored skin. Her eyes shined like diamonds. She had the perfect heart shaped mouth. Angel often found his self dying to kiss her lips. Dylan had a body most chicks would die for. She could rock anything straight off the rack. She and Rihanna could’ve been twins.
“Baby.” He nudged her thigh.
“Huh.” She turned over and looked at him.
“You still love me?” Angel kissed her on the cheek.
Dylan nodded her head and smiled. She could never stay mad at Angel long. The sight of his handsome face alone made her heart melt.
“You love Mason?” He sat him in front of her.
“Of course.” Dylan pulled her son into her arms and kissed him all over his face.
“My bad for going off like that,” Angel apologized.
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have gone over there without telling you first.”
“It’s all good man. I ain’t even trippin’ off that shit no more.”
“What took you so long
“What you go there for?” Angel folded his arms across his chest.
“To see Cruz.” Dylan winced, closing her eyes.
“You did what?” Angel said, outraged.
“You promised you weren’t gonna get mad?” Dylan stomped her foot like a child.
“Fuck that! What the fuck you go see him for? What you having second thoughts or something?”
“Really, Angel?” Dylan looked at him as if he were stupid.
“No. I went to see him to tell him that I was sorry for running out like that but when I got there he thought that I was coming back to be with him. So when I told him you and I were back together and married,” Dylan began to cry, “he flipped out on me.”
“That muthafucka hit you?” Angel balled his fist.
“Yeah, he just … lost it. He started throwing things and grabbing me. It was like I didn’t even know who he was,” Dylan sobbed.
“You shouldn’t have taken yo’ ass over there in the first place! You don’t owe that muthafucka no explanation!”
“But—”
“But nothin’! If that muthafucka didn’t get the hint that it was over when you walked out on his ass then oh the fuck well! You had no business going to see him, Dylan. Especially without tellin’ me!”
“So, are you sayin’ it’s my fault I got hit? All I was tryna’ do was the right thing, Angel. What I did to him was wrong and all I was tryna’ to do is apologize so excuse me for having a fuckin’ conscious!” Dylan spat.
“It’s not about that! It’s about you lettin’ me know what the fuck is going on so shit like this won’t happen!”
“Well, excuse me for living!”
“Whateva, I’m up.” Angel announced, grabbing his keys.
“Where you going?” Dylan asked, praying he wasn’t leaving for good.
“To pick up my son!”
Normally, Angel wouldn’t yell at Dylan for doing something he didn’t like and then turn around and do the same damn thing but in this case rules were meant to be broken. There was no way on God’s green earth that he could allow Cruz to get away with putting his hands on his woman. He was tired of being Mr. Nice Guy. It was time for people to understand why he’d become a boxer. It was time to put an end to all the drama once and for all. At any cost Angel, Dylan, and Mason were going to have a normal, peaceful life, even if his life depended on it. After parking, speaking with the concierge and boarding the elevator, Angel got off on the tenth floor and knocked on Cruz’s door.
“I knew you’d come back.” Angel could hear Cruz say from the other side of the door.
“Baby, I’m sorry for puttin’ my hands on you. I just got upset. I swear it won’t happen again.” Cruz pulled the door back and came face to face with Angel.
“You damn right it won’t happen again.” Angel’s killer instinct kicked in and he blacked out.
An hour later, Angel returned home with Mason as promised. Dylan was in bed asleep. Despite the bruise on her face there was no denying her beauty. Dylan was 5 feet 6 and possessed the creamiest honey colored skin. Her eyes shined like diamonds. She had the perfect heart shaped mouth. Angel often found his self dying to kiss her lips. Dylan had a body most chicks would die for. She could rock anything straight off the rack. She and Rihanna could’ve been twins.
“Baby.” He nudged her thigh.
“Huh.” She turned over and looked at him.
“You still love me?” Angel kissed her on the cheek.
Dylan nodded her head and smiled. She could never stay mad at Angel long. The sight of his handsome face alone made her heart melt.
“You love Mason?” He sat him in front of her.
“Of course.” Dylan pulled her son into her arms and kissed him all over his face.
“My bad for going off like that,” Angel apologized.
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have gone over there without telling you first.”
“It’s all good man. I ain’t even trippin’ off that shit no more.”
“What took you so long
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