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“Alecic. Soft-natured. Gentle. Fragile. Mild-mannered. I’d use those words to describe what’s in front of me. Their relation to an actual halo isn’t coincidental. The name suits you.”
“Your pussy is thanking me. That’s what the fuck is going on,” Ledge snarled as he tapped my center with his hand, bringing more of the waterworks.
“Open your fucking mouth and say what you want me to do!” He fussed, hovering over me with his lips so close to mine that I could feel the air that he pushed out with them.
God, please fix me. Heal me. Restore everything within me that has been broken.
“What we’re not going to do is be disrespectful. I suggest you lower your fucking voice and show us the same respect we’re prepared to show you.”
“It’s not. You’re right. Because if it was, I would’ve put a bullet right down your throat the second I even felt like you were raising your voice at me. Because we share the same blood, I can’t and won’t do that. So, like I said, calm your ass down. You’re not scaring nobody in this bitch. Everyone is relaxed except you. Do you need a drink in your bar? Would that help?” Luca finished by asking.
“They were right about one thing… the disrespect. What they didn’t tell you is that he doesn’t tolerate it. Niggas like you were my favorite to end…with my bare hands. You’re not as tough as you think you are, son. I’ve seen it all and you ain’t shit. Pipe down, have a seat and get to know the nigga you never met. He’s trying to get to know you,” Liam warned.
At that moment, any and everything I’d ever heard of Liam Eisenberg was proven to be true. He was as fearless as he was feared. He was as haunting as he was haunted.
My ideal love centered around devotion, protection, romance, patience, kindness, respect, and a bunch of filthy ass sex.
“See, that’s what I’m trying to be on. I’ve had every kind of woman I could ever want, but I’ve never wanted them like I want this one. I knew that night I met her at my bar that she was something special. I’m a nigga of patience. I’m not rushing anything. I’m willing to keep at the pace she sets, but my mind is made up. I want a family and why not make that happen with her.”
“I’m trying to get like you, big bro. Wife. House full of kids. Overflow in finances. Man, that’s my definition of living. Fuck all that other shit.”
“That’s all that matters, really. There’s nothing in this world that makes me happier than my wife. Coming home to a house full of brats, showering me with love, and then a wife willing to bend over backward for me,” he whistled, “Nothing like it. Paradise.”
“Our mom?” Luca corrected. “We don’t do step shit over here.”
“I’m the furthest from being tired of you, Halo. I haven’t had enough of you, yet. I’m tired of not having more of you. That’s all. That’s it. And, I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re fucking awesome, okay? I think you’re special and somehow was made especially for me. Look at you,” he gasped.
I’m just happy the baby makes you feel exactly how you should. But, pregnant or not, you’re still useful to the world. You still have a purpose. Don’t ever think that you don’t have a place here. You do. From the looks of it, it’s in my heart. But, that’s just a start, Halo. you can be as meaningful and as impactful as you want to be.”
“It could be a lifetime,” I clarified, revisiting the timeframe she’d put on her stay.
“I’m the sorry one. I’m sorry that life has been so unkind to you. I’m sorry that you had to suffer for so long. I’m sorry that you’ve had to face this all by yourself. I’m sorry that your grandmother passed. I’m sorry that there was no one around to protect you. I’m sorry that you had such a shitty childhood. I’m sorry that the sickness of someone else forever altered your world and the perception of the world in its entirety.”
“I’m sorry that you’re afraid and always scared. I’m sorry that you haven’t become the girl that you’re yearning to be. I’m sorry that you spent most of your pregnancy alone. I’m sorry that I didn’t come sooner. I’m sorry, Halo.”
G, thank you for setting up my day to be full of blessings and surprises. There’s a girl just a few rooms down the hall that I’m really into. She’s having my baby. I want to do right by her. Help me. She’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen or held in my hands. I don’t ever want to let her go. She needs a healing, a good one. It’s something I can’t do alone, so I need your help with that too. A nigga feels like he’s begging, but it is what it is. Help me help her. Show me the ropes. Show me the way. And, I promise, I’m going to put a ring on that pretty as— that pretty finger of hers.
I love him. Wholly and heavily. I love him widely and I love him deeply. Immensely. I love him. I admitted. So much it hurts.
“I just know that you’re part of me, now. You’re embedded. Your name, etched right on my heart. And, for the rest of my life, I want to keep loving on you, keep falling in love with you. Soon as you’re all better and feeling like yourself again after giving me the greatest gift ever, I’m locking it down for life. I’m telling you now so don’t freak out on me, pretty lady. Tell ya’ nigga yes when he asks you to marry him. Alright?”
“Closer to God. That’s a big one for me. He’s been too good, way too good.”
Her smile was like rain after a drought, sunshine after a storm, and light after total darkness. She’s mine. I couldn’t get that out of my head. All mine.
“They can’t and they won’t. Why? Because they know I don’t get down like that. I don’t play that shit. I have a wife and at all times she will be respected. Whether she’s beside me or not. Any motherfucker that can’t respect her doesn’t belong in my presence. It’s as simple as that. Whoever that bitch was that was all on your desk knowing you have a woman at home doesn’t respect Halo.”
“You ever loved someone to the point of pain?” He reappeared behind me.
“So much that you’d rather die than live without them?”
“Feels like you’re drowning when they’re not around, anymore.”
“Feels like your heart will slow to a creep and put you out of your misery at any moment. And, you almost want it to, but then you realize how much it would hurt them if you ever left for good?”
“You tell yourself that if you ever got the chance to be in their space one more time… just one more time… you’d make sure that neither of you ever had to feel that way again? Like your chest is caving in. Your lungs are at capacity. Your brain is imploding. And, your soul, your soul just won’t stop crying.”