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Both my father and the guard looked like I was crazy. “I’m your blood,” I said. “If he can’t beat me, he can’t beat you.”
My father laughed his first raucous laugh, peppered with bits of wheezing and pain, in a long time.Since I first met Brody…
I sat down across from the guard. Because I had to spend a lot of time with guards around me, the reality was that I had grown bored. Brody didn’t want his baby’s mother to get hurt. It felt a little condescending that he didn’t want me out much ‘for my protection’, but I guess he wasn’t wrong.
So I ended up spending a lot of time with my father, because I needed the company. One thing about being with an important man was that it left a lot of room to be neglected. Of course, Brody did make some efforts to be a good partner.
At least, he said he did.
I sat across the guard and all I could think about was Brody. His cool way of being, the fact that he hardly ever looked flustered, and the fact that he lived with purpose. Moreso, I thought about how he didn’t fear my father, and had basically taken me for his right under daddy’s eyes.
The guard gripped my hand as we got ready to arm wrestle, and Daddy looked on with an amused grin.
I braced myself, as my father cheered encouragement. It was a sad time in my father’s life, but what else was there to do? I had to keep his mind away from the fact that his gang was incredibly weak now, and Brody seemed to be taking over.
The thought of my man as the head of the gang turned me on, and all I could think about was giving him a warm welcome when he got home. The most difficult part about all that was leaving my father’s. He would be alone, and I would have to go into dangerous territory to get home.
Brody had already warned me that the Reeds were only getting stronger, and, if something wasn’t done soon, that our lives would be in danger. He told me that he was managing to fend them off time wise, but that would only be short lived.
“1, 2…” Daddy had started to count off my arm wrestling match with the guard, and I had to focus back to the depressing reality we were in. The only recourse I had was that Brody was mine, though his continual absence angered me.
Were his professions of love just empty words?
I couldn’t’ help myself, and I summoned all my mental strength to refocus away from lustful thoughts of Brody. I squeezed my arm muscles tightly, and could feel the slack of the guard's arm.
He’s going to let me win.
Quickly, I slammed his arm onto the table, and my father laughed again. Music to my ears.
“Wow, you really are strong,” said the guard. I couldn’t tell if he was serious, but I took the compliment anyway.
My father heaped on the praise, and the guard walked away, slightly red in the face with embarrassment. I would have checked in with him, but Dad was too busy celebrating my win.
“Atta girl,” he cheered. “You have that King blood in you.”
My thoughts went to my mother and sister, who had backed out of coming to see him. It was a vicious cycle.
First, I thought about how my family had betrayed my father and how they had just left him completely alone. Then I thought about how angry it made me that they had backed out of their promise to see him.
This led to me thinking about Brody, and how he had gotten me pregnant then left which was a ridiculous thought, but then again, he wasn’t around.He’s trying to keep you all safe.
Sometimes, when things take a long time, it becomes easy to forget what’s really going on. I started to feel contempt for Brody, even though he had gone out of his way to make sure we were safe. He was putting his life in danger by taking on the Reeds.
If only he clued me into what was going on. I wanted to be a part of his life, and that meant the bad things too. I couldn’t be locked up away like some pretty little princess.
Then, Brody called.
I quickly answered, not caring if it made me appear desperate.
“Adriana,” he said, sounding ecstatic. I didn’t know why he would be so happy, he hadn’t seen me all day. I was in constant danger, and I was locked up for the sake of safety.
“When will you come see me?” I asked. I missed him, his touch, his love, his manhood.
“Oh, I…” he said, his voice faltering.
This immediately bothered me. How could he not want to see the mother of his child? What was wrong with him that he sounded so happy, but couldn’t tell me when the next time he would see me?
“It just depends,” he finally said. “There’s a lot going on, and I think I found a way to smooth over matters with the Reeds.”
