Page 4 of Dom 5: The Finale
Nobody smiled because it wasn’t shit to smile about. Tone shut the laptop and slid it under his arm. “I’m on it.”
Dique nodded. “Me too.”
I reached for the door handle and stopped before pulling it open. “One more thing.” I said. Both of them looked up. “Carmen don’t hear none of this from nobody but me,” I said. “She got enough on her body right now.”
Tone agreed immediately without speaking a word. Dique took a second longer because he had never been good at holding this kind of water whenever he was ready to blow some shit up, but he nodded too. When I stepped back into that hospital room and saw her still in that bed, still pale, and still trying to rest with all those wires taped to her skin, it hit me all over again.
Carmen looked up when I came in. Her eyes were tired, but she was alert. She knew me too well to miss the hard look in my face.
`“You know something,” she said quietly. “Don’t you?”
I shut the door behind me and walked back to her bed. “Yeah.”
She waited just staring at me searching for an answer. “It wasn’t cartel,” I told her. “It was street shit; it was some Riverside niggas.”
Her eyes dropped down into tiny slits as she pieced it together. “Because of Kilo.”
I nodded and leaned back in the chair. For a second neither one of us said anything. The monitor kept beating out our child’sheartbeat in the background, but it was steady and innocent, which I liked to hear.
Carmen then let out the softest breath and stared up at the ceiling. “I knew that was a possibility,” she whispered. “I just didn’t want to say it out loud without proof.”
That told me she had already been thinking it too. Of course she had though because that was my wife, that’s how she was taught to be sharp enough to see a trap before the rope was even tied.
I pulled the chair closer to her bed and sat down again. “Now we got proof.”
Her hand found mine under the blanket and she let it linger there before I gently squeezed . “And now?” she asked knowing damn well she knew I wasn’t laying down on this.”
I looked at her, then at the monitor, then at the closed door that kept the rest of the world outside. “Now,” I said, “they find out what touching you cost. You know how this go wifey. Get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” I told her, and she knew I meant every word.
O’SHYNN ROYAL
Iwas still catching my breath, straddling Malik with my palms on his chest and my head thrown back, about to have the biggest fucking orgasm I’d had in a long ass time when the TV suddenly jumped from regular daytime programming to BREAKING NEWS in big ass red letters.
The anchor’s voice blasted through the room with the story.“Shooting outside the Miami-Dade courthouse where high-profile attorney Carmen Royal was leaving after a major verdict.”
My heart dropped so hard I damn near lost balance. “What the fuck?” I snapped.
Before Malik could even blink, I hopped off his dick so fast I damn near slid off the side of the bed. My foot hit the floor the wrong way and I stumbled into the dresser trying to grab the remote. My hands were shaking so bad the buttons weren’t even pressing right, and it was pissing me off.
“Aye, slow down…” Malik started before freezing mid-sentence when he heard the words coming from the TV. “The fuck goin’ on?”
I finally got the volume to shoot up.“Multiple shots fired, the Miami King himself on scene as chaos erupted. Trent ‘Kilo’ Watkins is critically injured. Carmen Royal rushed to hospital.”
“NO!” I snapped, with a crack in my voice. “Fuck no. No, no, no!”
I couldn’t breathe and my skin got cold. My vision was damn near blurred. I grabbed my jeans off the floor, damn near hopping into them sideways. The zipper got caught my thigh, but I didn’t stop moving although it burned like hell.
Malik sat straight up in the bed with his wet dick still at attention. His eyes were wide, and his heavily tattooed chest flexed from the way he was inhaling too hard. “Hold the fuck up… that’s your family. That’s yo’ people.”
I didn’t answer because I couldn’t. I pulled my bra on crooked, then yanked my shirt over my head in a rush. My hair was still a mess from how he’d been gripping it, but I didn’t give a damn. I just shoved it behind my ear using my fingers to rack through it.
“Ain’t no way…” Malik muttered as he hurried hopping into his sweats, still shaking his head. “So, I’m really out here dickin’ down Griselda and shit, like this shit is deep-deep.”
I shot him a look so deadly it could’ve stabbed him in the throat. “Malik! Not now.”
“I mean… shit!” he snapped with his hands raised, still trying to catch up. “You just hopped off mid-nut like somebody cut the power off. Of course I’m askin’ questions! I wanna know what the fuck happened to.”
I grabbed my keys, my gun, my jacket and everything in one motion and stormed toward the door. “I gotta go,” I said, damn near choking on the words.
