Forbidden Fruit

CAPITOLO CINQUANTACINQUE - Amity

"Can I talk to you? Comfort you? Let you know, I care 4 you." -Aaliyah

Negril, Jamaica📍
9:45 am
April 18th '19

The sound of birds chirping and the sweet, enticing smell of freshly cooked breakfast slowly pulls Michael out of his slumber. As his eyes flutter open, adjusting to the morning light, not only did his vision become clearer but so did his senses.

Feeling a slight weight and pressure against his body, Michael's eyes divert from the ceiling to his torso only to find Rheah sleeping peacefully against his chest with his arms wrapped comfortably around her sleeping body.

Naturally, Michael's eyebrows furrow with confusion. Not just because of his baby mother's current position, but for the simple fact that when he went to sleep, his daughter was the one laying against his chest and now she wasn't even in the room.

Reaching over to the bedside table where his phone was resting, Michael picks it up to find out where his daughter was. Of course he wasn't greatly worried about her not being in the room, he knew she couldn't go far or be taken anywhere. Security was always on deck and her family was in the house so someone definitely had her, but his fatherly nature couldn't help but want to confirm his thoughts.

"Yo," He speaks into the phone when the person on the other line picks up.

"Wassup Mickey." Chris' voice wafts through the phone.

"Wassup bro. Where you at?"

"In the kitchen with Ma and Shortcake." Chris answers.

Michael nods, satisfied to know his daughter's location. "Aight, I'm finna come down now."

"Aight, peace."

"One."

Once the call ends, Michael returns the phone back to the bedside table and his attention once again falls on his current situation. His eyes trail back to Rheah's head resting against his chest, rising up and down soothingly each time he breathed. Watching her peaceful state for a few moments longer, Michael eventually turns his gaze up to the ceiling with a heavy sigh.

He was torn.

Despite the tension and grudge between them, this... Just felt right.

The warm feel of her body against his, the close proximity they shared...He didn't realise how much he missed all of it until now. He missed the deep conversations and light banter they used to have whenever they were snuggled up like this. He enjoyed those intimate moments spent with her the most as he felt closer and more in love with her during those times.

But like always, reality soon kicks in and once again Michael finds himself dwelling on the heartbreak he felt when she revealed who she was, the hurt, anger and humiliation he was engulfed in when the truth came crashing in all at once.

She's a Giovanni. The daughter of the man he has been raging war against for months.

She is the Angeli Della Morte. The enemy assassin sent here to kill him.

Her brother killed parts of his family, some of his friends and is currently on a blood thirsty manhunt for him and Chris and will stop at nothing until he finds them.

His world was upside down and in pieces....

All because of her.

As his mind dwells further on the facts, Michael also realises that the deep conversations they used to have about family, their past and themselves...