Devout (Devout, #1)

by Takerra Allen

His presence immediately read unapproachable; speak when spoken to, and stay the fuck out of my way, and it went something beyond the obvious.

“If! You woulda! Got ya ass! Beat! You wouldn’t! Be so! Fucking! Nasty!”

When I told Monie about it on our last day she said it was weird. “Me and Ty only fucked once and that was after he kept begging. We got the kids now and truthfully, when you been together that long, no one still wants to fuck all the time.”

all I ask is that you trust when I tell you to do something or not to, it’s in your best interest. You do that and respect the man that I am, accept it and recognize it comes with some challenges, then I’ll change your entire life, Neeka. I swear to God. I’ll rob this whole earth of all good and bring it to you.”

“Waiting won’t make it any smaller, Denny,” she whispered and there was a silence.

but if you kill whatever is growing inside of you… which is mine, a part of me. I’m sure all of that love would vanish. And I will seriously hurt you… I will most likely murder you.”

Neeka there is really no other way to say this so I’m just going to have to come right out. At fifteen years old Denny was diagnosed with a special case of psychosis, blended of a mild form of schizophrenia and bipolar type 1 disease. He has also been declared at his adult screening as a sociopath. And hell, at one time they were even monitoring him for Dissociative Identity Disorder or more known as uh, split personalities,”

do you love each other enough… to stop loving each other.”