After 8 generations the American mafia finally had birthed not just one but two girls.
Demontre and Angelica Smith along with their triplet brother were the hearts of the American and the Italian mafia.
Suddenly their hearts were shattered when th...
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"Yah, but no call me if those peppers don't grow. But you should be fine as long as you follow the directions I just texted you." Abilo told Nancy while the two were leaning against the breakfast bar in Abilos kitchen.
"Ok good bec-" Sensing movement Nancy's eyes flickered to us,"hey ladies." Zoning in on our arms crossed together he shot us a smile assuming we resolved everything due to our stance.
"Y'all back to being besties?" Nancy questioned before taking a sip from his beer can.
Rolling my eyes at the question, I give him a nod, we were never not besties. I just needed time to process things... alone. And yes I mean the whole alone part lasted for a few minutes before I was with Abilo, but I don't count that.
Being with Abilo made me realize that I don't actually need to be alone. I just need some distance from some of the people in my life.
From the moment Tre and I left Jaces home I've been babied by everyone, and that's by fault of my own. I've let people lead me places, speak for me, fight for me, and make decisions for me.
I don't blame them, they were just doing what they thought was right. Even if they thought it was wrong me not correcting them and the fact that I never said otherwise would make them think they should continue it.
But no more!!
I'm not letting people make life impacting decisions for my life. I'm no longer going to be a bystander in my own life . I think that's why its been such a wild rush to be with Abilo's silly as it sounds - he makes me feel alive.
Even though he knows so much about it, he never assumes anything with me. He listens to me, like really listens to me.
Often times Tre, Philip, Alisha and time to time Mauve will kind of tell me what to do instead of asking. 'We're going on a mission' instead of asking if I can go on a mission with them. I signed us for a business class instead of asking if I want to attend one, I killed your rapist... well you get where I'm going with this.
I was babied and treated like a child. I'm now realizing I allowed it for so long because for so long I wasn't allowed to think or make my own decisions.
For years I was punished when I was out of line,.I knew not acting like the perfect girl would lead to an assault on my body later, so I did everything 'right' always going along with what was told me.
Years later even when Jace is buried deep in the ground. Even when I'm a trillionaire, even when I'm educated even when I can fight I'm still that little girl who subconsciously is scared to be punished later. So I simply agree with most choices presented in front of me.
But not anymore, I'm taking my power back.
"Great, maybe we can get some food? Because I'm starving." Nancy offered.
"Yes!" Tre excitedly said before glancing at me and instantly I could see her brain flashing back to the conversation we just had." I mean like you and I Nancy just us two." She shrugging while biting her lip nervously.
