Glancing down at my chest, where her hand and head rested, I looked into her eyes.
“Depends on what it is. I’m not saying I’ll lie, but if it’s something I don’t feel you need to know, I just won’t answer you,” I answered truthfully.
I saw her processing my answer before she asked her question.
“Is it safe for us to leave? I mean, not just you guys, but all of us? Well, mostly Sophie and her mom.”
My brows dipped inward as I lifted my head a little from the pillow it rested on to get a better look at her.
“Why you ask that?”
“Because I know that’s why we’re here. I’m sure it has something to do with William, and maybe even Story, but that means it’s about Sophie and her mother being safe. Trooper loves her and Story loves Alana, so that’s why we’re here. I justwant to know if whatever the problem was is handled, because if not, we can stay. I can tell from what you guys aren’t saying that something’s going on.”
I chuckled and lifted my head even more to plant a kiss on her forehead before I let it fall back on the pillow again.
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
“How can I not? She’s my best friend, Carlos.”
“And you just said Trooper loves her enough to keep her safe, so let us worry about that. He got her and I got you. That’s all you need to know.”
“I know you got me. That’s why I asked if Sophie and her mom were safe,” she said with a smug grin.
“Word, you trust me like that?”
“Shouldn’t I? You said that you didn’t like me doubting you, so I trust you will always take care of me.”
“Good, ’cause it’s true. I got you and I mean that.”
“I love you for that.”
“You love me for that or you love me?”
“Same difference,” she responded with a grin.
“No the hell it ain’t. That’s like me saying I love you cause your pussy is lethal. That don’t have the same meaning, Madeline, so clarify for me.”
“I love you.” This time she said it confidently and I saw it in her eyes.
“Aight, bet. That’s what’s up.” I lowered my head again and got comfortable before the palm of her little ass hand landed on the side of my face.
“Yo, the fuck is wrong with you?” I questioned with a grin.
“You are what’s wrong with me, but I’m good, don’t stress.”
She rolled off my body and turned her back to me. I chuckled and moved toward her, pressing my chest against her back and closing her in my arms.
“You got something to get off your chest, baby girl?” I asked before kissing her neck a few times.
Shrugging me off with her shoulder, she answered with a little too much attitude. “Nope, good night. I’m good.”
“You sure? ’Cause you seem like you need to say something.”
“Nope, I said I’m good.”
“Aight, then. Take your spoiled ass to sleep, and for the record, I love you too, even though you be spazzing on my ass.”
Her body relaxed and she was good, so I relaxed too.
