Page 33 of B.D.E
He nodded like he understood everything, even though he was just five. “You takin’ the black car or the silver one?”
“Black.”
“Cool.”
I smiled and messed up his curls. “You takin’ care of Mommy while I’m gone?”
He gave a small, proud nod. “I’m gonna’ help her cook. And fold clothes.”
I kissed his forehead. “That’s my boy.”
In the kitchen, Isabella was flipping pancakes. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. She didn’t pull away.
“You mad?” I asked.
She paused. “I hate this part. Not knowing. Not hearing from you.”
I turned her to face me. “When I’m done, I’ll come home, Isa. I always do.”
Her eyes locked on mine. “Just don’t take too long. Marcus needs you… I need you too, Papi.”
I nodded. “I know.”
As I grabbed my keys, she stepped close and placed her hand on my chest.
“Te amo, Gideon.”
I swallowed the guilt that always came with those words. “I love you too, Isa.”
I looked back once more before I walked out that door. I never in a million years, thought that would be the last time I saw my wife alive.
I’ had been feeling off all day since I left the house, but I buried the feeling deep in my gut and focused on the grind I was scoping a target when my phone vibrated in my jacket pocket. I ignored it, letting it go to voicemail. I was too busy trying to mentally note every detail about the hit I planned to execute later night.
BUZZZ!
My phone vibrated again, causing me to pull away my gloves off and pull it out of my pocket.
“What is it?” I asked, aggravated with the interruption. My job was detailed and required no distractions so the fact that muthafuckas’ knew that and still chose to blow me up had pissed me off.
“Boss… It’s Isabella. Something happened. She went in the store for a minute, and I agreed to stay back. She was only in there for a few minutes before the gunshots, Boss. I tried to help her, b-u-ut it was too late.”
I froze. “What? Where is she?” I said with panic.
“We are at Searcy Hospital, boss. You got to come now?—”
“I’m already on the way!”
I don’t even remember thinking from there until I made it through those hospital doors. Nurses, doctors and a bunch of familiar faces where all over but I didn’t give a fuck because I was only searching for hers. I spotted the security guard that was assigned to her and grabbed him by his shirt.
“Where the fuck is she? How did you let this happen?” I growled, angrily.
“Excuse me sir, are you the family of Ms. Delano?”
“It’s MRS, muthafucka. She’s my wife!”
“Yes sir, I apologize for that, sir. Mrs. Delano came in with a gunshot wound to her upper torso. We tried to do everything we could, but she’d lost too much blood by the time she made it in?—”
“She dead?” I asked, silently praying that he would say yes but the sympathetic look he gave let me know that it was true.
