Chapter 79
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Angela’s POV
“I’m gonna miss you, babe,” I k*ssed Reina’s ch*ek as I dropped her off at my mom’s. I should’ve allowed her to stay with Darius but when I asked him this morning, he said he would be too busy to come home.
“Have fun, mama,” She waved.
I laughed.
“It’s a funeral, babe. There’s no fun in that. I’ll see you soon,”
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“Go now, Angela. You’ll be late for the reception,” my mom urged me. I quickly gave her a brief hug before hugging Reina again.
“Thanks, Mom. You’re doing me a great favor and I appreciate you,”
“No, Angela. You did me a good deed by bringing this girl into my life. You saved me, Angela. Both you and your daughter,”
They went back into the house and I stood at the front porch staring at the door for a few seconds before finally leaving. My mom’s words weighed on my heart and it got me emotional. My eyes were filled with tears but I didn’t let it drop. While I was feeling like a stupid, useless daughter to her, she was seeing me in a different light.
As I approached the gates, the first thing I noticed was a sleek, black car that was parked by the side of the road. It was the same car I saw on my first day back in the pack, the same car Darius stepped out of.
Just like deja vu, Darius came down from the car dressed in a black suit, a white shirt, black pants, and of course, black sunglasses.
He looked so handsome and delectable at the same time. My mouth dropped open as I took in his 6ft4 gorgeousness. He looked like he came out of a Playboy magazine.
Our eyes met and I forced my feet to go meet him. Before I could ask what he was doing there, he asked, “Is my outfit appropriate enough for a funeral?”
Compared to the black gown, flannel jacket, and flat shoes I was wearing, he looked like a Greek god. He could wear newspaper like a homeless man and still look like a runway supermodel.
Wait! My head replayed his question and I was like, what?
“What? What funeral are you talking about?”
“The same funeral you’re attending. I’ll be going with you,”
I glared at him. “No! You’re not going with me and that’s final,” I argued.
“Don’t be stubborn, Angela. I didn’t tell you about my plan because I knew you were going to react this way,”
“I don’t want you going with me, Darius. Why do you want to go? Do you even know who the woman is?”
He shrugged. “I don’t care, Baby,”
As if what I said didn’t matter, he turned and opened the door. “I’m not going in into that car when I know you’ll be
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sitting beside me to attend the funeral,
He cocked his eyebrow. “Get your pretty a*s in or I haul your a*s into the car,”
I opened my mouth to say a word but stopped when I knew it was useless to try to argue with him.
I rolled my eyes at him as I obediently entered the back seat. Right before he closed the door, he leaned in and whispered. “Roll your eyes one more time, My Angel and I would finally find an excuse to spank your cute a*s,”
I smacked my lips together and had to control myself from rolling my eyes again.
“Good girl,”
Darius closed the door and within five seconds, he was beside me. He asked for the address of the funeral house and I gave the driver my phone so he could enter it into the car’s GPS.
As the journey started, I avoided Darius‘ gaze and refused to talk to him. He kept on staring at me so lovingly that I broke within ten minutes.
“Why are you staring at me?” I asked him.
A smile crept to his lips. “because you’re beautiful,”
I rolled my eyes. “I know,”
“Good. I love how you know you’re perfect and beautiful. You’re my girl,”
“Why do you even want to go with me?”
“A few days away from the pack wouldn’t be a bad idea,”
I gasped. “A few days?”
“Like a vacation. We can spend two days away in a different environment,”
I clicked my tongue and squeezed my face. “Do you even know the definition of a few days? I thought you were going to say a week or two,”
“For now, let’s spend a day or two and after the entire Resistance problem is resolved, we’ll spend a month anywhere you want,”
“Promise? Don’t you fucking go back on your words,”
“I’m a gentleman, My Angel. I always stand by my words,”
He winked and I blushed. The prospect of going on a vacation with Darius was exciting.
“So, who’s this woman we’re attending her funeral?”
“Her name is Mrs. Owen and she’s a beautiful woman with a beautiful heart who took me and Reina in when I had nowhere else to go. Right after the matter with my mentor…” I paused. Darius squeezed my hand, assuring me it was fine. “I had to leave his shelter. I had nowhere else to go. This woman had only seen me around once or twice at the supermarket where I worked part–time when I approached her and told her I needed a place to lay my head for the night. She allowed me into her home and didn’t let me leave the next morning. She offered me a room in the backyard and helped me even after I had Reina. I had to leave when she got sick and her children took her to a nursing home and put the house for sale,”
“Now, I’m jealous,”
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“Of what? She’s a woman,” I said, laughing.
“That she got to witness Reina’s birth and was there for you when you needed it the most. Whereas, I was a deadbeat,”
“You didn’t know, Darius,”
He smiled at me without saying a word back. The guilt was eating at him. I could see it on his face every day. I also wanted to forget the past but it wasn’t easy for me. It was easier to forgive but not to forget. Even though I knew it wasn’t entirely his fault, I was angry that I no longer had anyone to blame or get mad at.
Three hours later, we arrived at the funeral home.
As I walked in, I saw Mrs Owen’s pictures and it brought back a lot of fond memories.
Darius intertwined our fingers. “Are you okay baby?”
I gave him a curt nod.
I took a pen and wrote in the guest book:
“Your kindness and wisdom touched my heart in ways words cannot fully express. You were an extraordinary woman who brought light and joy to everyone around you. I will forever cherish the moments we shared. Rest in peace, my dear friend.
We found a place to sit at the back. Someone who looked utterly familiar walked up to me. “Angela, right?”
“Yes,”
“I’m Bernard Owen. It’s nice to finally meet you. My mom does speak kindly and warmly of you even till she took her last breath,”
“She was an angel,” I told him.
“True. We all know that. She asked me to give this to you,”
He gave me a brown paper bag before heading back to his seat at the front.
I sat back down and opened the bag. It contained an Aquamarine stone and a little note. The tears I didn’t know I had, fell down my face.
“What’s wrong?”
I showed him the note. She wanted me to overcome my fears and find happiness.
“I’m sure she’s in a better place, looking down at you and happy,”
“She better be,”
He was just as I remembered–tall and lanky–but now terrifying. I gripped the edge of my gown, my breaths shallow and rapid. Memories flooded my mind, and I wished desperately to be anywhere but there.
I wanted to disappear, to become invisible.
My past was now hunting me in the present and I suddenly felt suffocated.