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“They really are. Well, at least I know Chance is,” I say sighing. I don’t really want to talk. I don’t want to do anything but enjoy my babies and relax.

“I’m going to leave. I just wanted to stop in and say I love you and see my grandchildren.”

“You’re leaving?” Pain laces my words.

“Yes. I’m leaving the hospital. I want you to rest. When you can go home, I’ll stop over and see you again. I have some business I need to take care of while I’m here.”

I roll my eyes. He always has something to do. “Okay.”
Everyone filters out of the room, including Corey. Finally, it’s just Chance and me, both of us slipping into blissful sleep.

***

“The babies need their diapers changed, and I’m pretty sure Chase’s diaper exploded again,” I laugh.

Chase was released from the hospital about a week ago. He is identical to his brother, so we have to put little bracelets on their feet to tell them apart. Well, Corey does, I always know. Chase will always blow out his diapers while Chance will poop quietly.

“Yeah, yeah. Hold on. Someone’s knocking on the front door,” he says, rolling out of bed and heading toward the front door. I avert my attention to the two smiling boys, who are wearing matching dinosaur pajamas.

“Your dad is amazing. You just don’t know it yet…” Then I hear the front door opening and Corey yelling. Of course I run out into the living room to see what the racket it is all about. When my eyes land on the person at the door, I understand completely.

“Mimi, meet my father,” Corey says it like he would have rather poured salt into his eyes.

“I just came to see my grandchildren,” his father says, his chin held high in defiance. It doesn’t seem to bother him that his son would rather punch him in the throat than allow him in our home. I don’t know why Corey introduced me either. I know who he is….

“Oh, you come to see your grandchildren but fail to remember that you have a wife and kids at home who needed you. As the fuck if. Get the hell out…” His father stands there, mouth agape as if he can’t believe the words coming from his son’s mouth.

“You can’t…” he tries to say, but Corey steps forward, stopping whatever was going to come out of his mouth. A look of shame crosses Corey’s face, and I am not sure what he is thinking. It seems as if he is undecided, at a crossroads between throwing his dad out and allowing him to see the boys.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want… You lost the right to tell me anything a long time ago. Even though I hate you, I’m man enough to not push my hate for you onto my kids. You can see them, but I swear to fucking God if you hurt them…you won’t live to see the next day…”

A smile pulls at my lips as a deeper love stirs within me. I know the hate he has for his father is deep, deeper than the love he has for me. For him to let it go in this moment in time for the sake of his children, makes him the most selfless man alive. He pushed his own feelings aside for something more than his hate and anger: for his boys—for love.

Six months later

Mimi

I roll over in bed, my hand running along the spot where Corey’s body should have been. A sleepy smile pulls at my lips as I open my eyes, realizing what it is that he is doing. The last couple of nights he has been getting up and going into the boys’ room…

I tiptoe out of bed and down the hall, coming to stand right outside the boys’ door. The door is cracked so I peek in just a tiny bit, just enough to see what is going on, but not so much so that I will get caught.

“If your momma knew I was in here right now, she would kill me,” Corey says softly to them, a huge smile on his face. Chance and Chase are both wide awake; their coos can be heard from a mile away, I am sure.

“Shhh.. Don’t go waking her now…” he laughs out quietly. Silence passes as I continue to listen to the boys’ quiet baby sounds.

“Your mom is the most amazing woman ever. We have been through so much together before you. She changed me for the better… She gave me you guys, and I will forever give her the love she deserves.”

Tears well up in my eyes. I have always loved Corey. There is never a time when I haven’t.

“I wanted to name you boys after the love that your mother and I have. That way we can never forget, and we can never turn away from what holds us together when the bad outweighs the good.”

I sniffle, holding back the tears…

“Chase,” he says, his voice seems far away, as if in deep thought.

“To remind us of the chase we had. To remind us of what it was that brought us together.”

“Chance… Mr. Poopy Pants. For the chance we had. The chance we were given to love one another… We had one chance to get it right, to make things better, and we took it. We got blessed double time… “

I pull away from the door, tears streaming down my face. We have been through so much in a short time. Memories flood my mind, and I realize it isn’t me who has changed and given us a chance. It is Corey. It has always been Corey all along.

The End… Or is it???

Be on the lookout for Declan’s story, the sixth installment of the Bittersweet Series, coming 2015:

Bittersweet Redemption

Read on for an exclusive sneek peak at INDEBTED (A Kingpin Love Affair Vol: 1) Coming December 2015

(A Kingpin Love Affair Vol: 1)

When I awoke I was alone. The spot next to me in the bed was cold, and I sighed in relief. There was no way I could handle waking up next to him. My heart was beating out of my chest as it was. I wanted to see him; however, I knew I wasn't ready to handle him or the situation I was in yet. I needed time to absorb where I was, what I had seen, and who I was with. I needed time to figure out how to survive and not lose myself in the process.

I hated him, but I kind of found him endearing at the same time. His smirk made my panties wet while his cockiness and the way he handled things made me want to turn his own gun on him. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I needed to pee but figured it was safer to hold it. I took advantage of the small amount of time I had alone to think about what happened yesterday.

Alzerro, or Zerro, or whatever the hell he called himself, had repeatedly threatened to kill me. I didn't believe he would actually do it, though, not even after I watched him kill the man on the floor downstairs. I should have been scared shitless after witnessing such an incredibly horrific, violent act, but I wasn't. Instead, I felt myself being drawn to this wicked man and wanting to know everything about him.

I wasn’t sure why I was really here. He didn’t take advantage of me last night; in fact, he stayed on his side of the bed while I stayed on mine. I knew it wouldn’t last long, though. Sooner or later, I would have to spread my legs for him, allowing him access to who I was. I was, in simple terms, his property. Zerro could do whatever he wanted to me, and I had no say in the matter.

Zerro turned the water off, and I was pulled from my thoughts as he opened the door and walked out of the bathroom with only a scrap of fabric covering his lower half. I resisted the urge to lick my lips and touch my pussy while I thought about the area under the towel, the way his mouth felt against mine last night, and his abs. God, his abs were beautiful. Each chiseled little marking on his stomach…the dips, the planes, and that V. That fucking V was something that women kill for just to have a chance to lick it.

“Let me give you something more to stare at." His voice pulled me out of my trance only to throw me back into it when he dropped the towel from his waist.

I couldn’t help my expression. My eyes grew wide with lust, my cheeks flushed with desire, and my lips parted in appreciation and anticipation. Zerro was very well hung and cleanly shaven. Did I mention he was extremely well hung? His head had beads of water on it that I desperately wanted to lick off of him.

“Do you like?” he asked smirking. His hand stroked the base, and I swear to God one of my ovaries exploded. I forced myself to stop staring at his cock. When my gaze finally travelled up to his deep, gorgeous eyes, I melted into a puddle of mush. How could such an evil man make me feel this way? Zerro showed no emotion after killing that guy in front of me yesterday; it was like an everyday occurrence for him. Then, he acted like everything was normal after taking possession of me as payment for my father's debt. Who does that? What kind of a man thinks he has the right to play God and decide who lives and who dies and who belongs to him? Alzerro was obviously all kinds of fucked up, but heaven help me, I was attracted to him. I couldn’t help it, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.

I didn’t respond to his question, afraid that my words would come out as a moan. Instead, I got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom as I listened to his laughter.

“You can't hide from it, Piccolo.” His voice had an amusement to it that hadn’t been there yesterday. Hmmm... maybe there was a shred of humanity in him. I sat on the toilet, taking care of my business as quickly as I could. I was afraid he would come barging in, although I believed he would actually respect my privacy. I just couldn’t be sure what his actions would be yet.

“My dick calls to you…” Now he was just being an ass. A smile tugged at my lips. As fucked up as all this was, and believe me, I knew it was all kinds of fucked up, it was nice to smile just a little bit. Even though I had no clue what would happen to me today while I was staying with someone who pointed a gun at people more often than he talked, I felt a little bit of hope enter my fractured soul.

Coming December 2014!

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