“Get up, Benita,” he said lowly.
My heart slammed inside of my chest as I remained on the floor.
“Get the fuck up!” He yelled.
I jumped hard, then stood slowly. I felt shameful and could no longer look into his eyes. I was giving it all that I had. His finger touched my chin, he pushed my chin up forcing me to look into his eyes.
“You can’t bargain my daughter for love. I ain’t the type of man that want what’s spoiled either.” He released my chin.
His words felt like knives aimed straight at my heart. He gave me his ass to kiss and walked toward the door. I didn’t give a damn how pathetic I looked. All I cared about was him and Yeremy. I wanted to get whatever I could back, I was tired of holding on to all the what ifs in this.
“Casper, don’t walk out,” I whispered loud enough.
“I can be better for you and everything you built,” I continued.
He exhaled, I could tell by the shift in his back that he was battling with something inside of himself. The part of him that never looked back, and the part of him that once looked at me like I was the last piece of peace that he had in his life.
“We can go to Yeremy together… Why not show her how a man is supposed to be with me? You kill people for less, Casper…If there was nothing there for me…you would have killed me a long time ago when Yeremy was much younger so she could believe whatever lie you would say about me dying. There’s something in your heart, Casper, that still yearns for me. I yearn for you, I’m not ashamed to admit that. You take me back…I know I’ll make you happy…” My voice broke.
I dropped my head in defeat then picked my eyes up to see him turning back around. His eyes met mine, something shifted in them. I saw the hate and resentment, and all of the distrust and disappointment that he had for me.
“You don’t deserve a second chance,” he said flatly.
“I know,” I whispered.
I wept softly, my shoulders shook as my world started to fall apart slowly.
“You deserved a bullet for all the bullshit that you put me and Yeremy through. Still, I take care of you…”
“I know, you do,” I agreed brokenly.
He stepped forward, my heart skipped a beat.
“You think I’m fuckin’ weak for you. I ain’t no stupid pussy ass nigga, Benita,” he spat.
“I know you not, Casper. But maybe you can be just a little stupid enough to want me a little.” I cringed at my own words.
He stared at me, seconds later he chuckled dryly as he looked at me with a dull look. He closed the space between us and sighed roughly then grabbed me. His hands were hard on mywaist, he squeezed painfully tight. I melted right before him and cried my heart out with my head bowed at his chest. Casper used one of his hands to lift my head up. His lips crashed into mine, he kissed me like he hated that he still craved me. He pulled back, breathing hard with disbelief masking his handsome rugged face.
“We get my daughter…” he said through gritted teeth.
“After that, Benita…you prove to me everything through actions, in my home. Prove that you can be a wife and not what the fuck I regret.”
I nodded my head before my heart could even process what he just said.
“Okay, don’t shut me out and make it hard…I know you, Casper.” I grabbed his dress shirt and looked into his eyes desperately.
He nodded his head, and I exhaled; it felt like I could breathe properly again. I buried my face back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me as my hands traveled to his back. I cried silently as I thanked God.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered into his shirt.
“I’m so sorry, Casper.”
He didn’t say nothing, he just stood and held me. Minutes later he finally spoke.
“Is my baby safe?” he asked.
“Yeah, she good. Stubborn like you, but she’s good. I actually want us to wait a few days or weeks. Me and her been talking a lot, I listen to her speak. She’s her own woman. Although some of her reasoning be a little off, we have to let her make her own decisions. That includes, Sol. I don’t think she will forgive him for the role he played in killing Ramsey. But, she did express how good he treated her,” I said a mouthful.