My car sat right where it was supposed to be.
Black two-seater Benz.
Clean.
Untouched.
Nothing felt off.
Nothing looked off.
I got in.
Told my security I was good for the night.
Pulled off with my music blasting and the air conditioner.
The road was quiet this time of night.
City lights stretching out in front of me, engine humming low, steady.
I leaned back in the seat, one hand on the wheel, the other resting where it always did,on the gun in my lap.
For once…
It wasn’t chaos in my head.
It was clear.
I exhaled.
“Aight…” I muttered to myself.
“This what it is now.”
I ran my tongue across my teeth, thinking.
Emily.
My mind went straight to her.
Always did.
Her face.
Her voice.
The way she looks at me like I ain’t gotta prove nothing.
I tightened my grip on the wheel just a little.
“I fought for this shit,” I said under my breath.
All that fighting for a name that didn’t even feel like mine half the time.
Now it was mine to give.
I let out a low breath.
