Page 53 of Tide
“Yeah, I know. Everyone is lovin’ them bein’ here.”
“I’m glad.” I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed as Tide paces the room. Something else is bothering him, I can see it in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“They found Beth. One their way to pick up Christian now.” He doesn’t even look my way now. Something inside of me aches. I don’t want to see him in trouble. I don’t want to see him hurt. If he does anything to Christian, I’m afraid it will kill him. That’s still his son, regardless of how everything else happened.
“You can’t do this.”
“The plans are already in motion, Mylah. I’m not stoppin’ it now.”
“He’s your son.”
“I’m not gonna kill my son,” he tells me. I let out a sigh of relief when he turned to look at me. “That make you happy?”
“I don’t want to see you hurt, Tide.”
“I know. That’s why I’m not killin’ him. If he had anything to do with this, someone else will.”
“No. He’s your son for fucks sake, Tide. You can’t let someone kill him.”
“We’ve been over this, Mylah. If he’s involved, he’s dead.”
“Why would he do this?”
“Why would she?” I shrug my shoulders unsure how to answer that. I don’t know why she would do something like this.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I don’t either but it ends soon.” I shove off the bed and stand, pacing a little myself.
“This is a bad idea,” I tell him. Or am I talking to myself? He isn’t going to listen to me, or listen to reason.
“Maybe so, but this is all we got. If she did this, if she sold you out, she’s dead, Mylah.”
“Can you just think about this?”
“I have. That’s it, that’s what I came up with.” He runs his hand through his hair before walking back over to me. He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me, but I pull away quickly.
“Does it matter what I have to say about this?”
“No. Not really. This isn’t up for discussion, baby. I’m gonna do what I gotta do.”
“And the hell with what I say, right?”
“I didn’t say that, but I’ve heard what you have to say and I don’t agree. Now get dressed,” he says.
“Why? I’m not going with you to kill her.” I plant my hands on my hips as I glare at him.
“Never said you were. Get dressed. We have a meetin’ to get to.”
“For what?”
“Just get dressed, Mylah. Don’t make daddy spank your ass because I will wear it out. It will be raw for a week,” he warns me. My skin heats as he looks at me with intent in his eyes. He would do it too. I sigh and walk away from him, grabbing some clothes and pulling them on. I pile my hair up on the top of my head in a messy bun and look over at him.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
“I don’t even have any makeup on.”
