while she held onto Indie’s hand. The lightest squeeze of her fingers aroused her from her sleep, and as she focused on Indie, she noticed that his eyelids were fluttering wildly.
“Indie, baby, it’s me. I’m here,” she whispered.
Indie’s heart rate increased at the sound of Disaya’s sweet nothings in his ear. She was bringing him back to life, making him want to ignore the shining light he had been ready to walk into.
“Open your eyes, Indie. Wake up. I need you more than ever right now,” she urged as grateful emotions made her voice crack. The place in his chest where he had been hit would have killed most men, but the love of a woman was keeping him breathing, was making living worth more than dying and retiring to grace.
Indie heard her, and the sweet melody of her voice was distracting him from the beautiful bright light that was beckoning him, enticing him to walk into it. He could decipher her voice clearly, and despite the fact that he wanted to, his body would not allow him to open his eyes. He was too weak, but he kept her sweet tone in his memory and used it as a guide to stay coherent. Unconscious he could handle, but dead he refused to be. There was no way he was leaving YaYa in the world alone—not yet, at least. He planned on being old and gray when it was his time to go. By then she would be able to handle it.
Chapter Eight
YaYa talked to Indie the entire night, and when his eyes finally opened the next morning, all she could do was smile. It took a while for clarity to return to his sight, but when it did, YaYa’s face was refreshing. Like a cold drink on a scalding summer day, she was what he needed.
He weakly cleared his throat as he attempted to speak. “Hey, beautiful,” he said.
YaYa laughed as she shook her head and touched his cheek gently. Even after being shot, his swagger was still out of this world.
“Hey yourself,” she responded, elated.
Indie’s hands searched his body until they found his bandaged chest. He grimaced in excruciating pain as his hands probed.
“Stop it, Indie. You’ll be okay,” YaYa soothed.
“Where’s Khi and Chase?” he asked. He was losing his strength as the pain medicine in his IV made him groggy. She wanted to tell him about the ransom note, but she knew that now was not the time. It was a burden that she would have to carry on her own for now.
“I’ll go get them,” she said with a weak smile as she hopped up and rushed to the waiting room. “He’s up. He’s awake!” she shouted. “He’s asking for the two of you.”
Chase and Mekhi rushed to the room as Trina and the girls engulfed YaYa in a supportive group hug. “We’ll stay out here. We don’t want to crowd him. Tell him we said we’re glad he’s up,” Miesha said.
YaYa nodded and then went back into Indie’s room. When she entered, all conversation stopped. Indie’s creased brow let her know that he was angry about something, but she didn’t ask, in fear that she may overstep her boundaries.
“YaYa, can you go grab the nurse for me? I’m in a lot of pain. See if they can give me something for it,” he instructed.
YaYa nodded her head, all the while knowing she was being sent on a dummy mission. Indie didn’t want her to hear the conversation he was indulged in. The less she knew, the better. She couldn’t tell what she did not know. It was his way of keeping her nose clean. She was simply the wife to a hustler, but she knew no details, so at the end of the day, she would always be deemed innocent.
Indie waited until he heard the hospital door click closed, and then he looked at Chase and Khi-P. “I want to be out of here as soon as possible. The sooner the doctors sign off on my release, the sooner I can get at that nigga Minnie. He brought heat to my home. YaYa could have been hurt. I’m done playing tit for tat with this mu’fucka,” Indie said. His voice was weak, but his tone lethal.
“You want me to just handle that for you?
“Indie, baby, it’s me. I’m here,” she whispered.
Indie’s heart rate increased at the sound of Disaya’s sweet nothings in his ear. She was bringing him back to life, making him want to ignore the shining light he had been ready to walk into.
“Open your eyes, Indie. Wake up. I need you more than ever right now,” she urged as grateful emotions made her voice crack. The place in his chest where he had been hit would have killed most men, but the love of a woman was keeping him breathing, was making living worth more than dying and retiring to grace.
Indie heard her, and the sweet melody of her voice was distracting him from the beautiful bright light that was beckoning him, enticing him to walk into it. He could decipher her voice clearly, and despite the fact that he wanted to, his body would not allow him to open his eyes. He was too weak, but he kept her sweet tone in his memory and used it as a guide to stay coherent. Unconscious he could handle, but dead he refused to be. There was no way he was leaving YaYa in the world alone—not yet, at least. He planned on being old and gray when it was his time to go. By then she would be able to handle it.
Chapter Eight
YaYa talked to Indie the entire night, and when his eyes finally opened the next morning, all she could do was smile. It took a while for clarity to return to his sight, but when it did, YaYa’s face was refreshing. Like a cold drink on a scalding summer day, she was what he needed.
He weakly cleared his throat as he attempted to speak. “Hey, beautiful,” he said.
YaYa laughed as she shook her head and touched his cheek gently. Even after being shot, his swagger was still out of this world.
“Hey yourself,” she responded, elated.
Indie’s hands searched his body until they found his bandaged chest. He grimaced in excruciating pain as his hands probed.
“Stop it, Indie. You’ll be okay,” YaYa soothed.
“Where’s Khi and Chase?” he asked. He was losing his strength as the pain medicine in his IV made him groggy. She wanted to tell him about the ransom note, but she knew that now was not the time. It was a burden that she would have to carry on her own for now.
“I’ll go get them,” she said with a weak smile as she hopped up and rushed to the waiting room. “He’s up. He’s awake!” she shouted. “He’s asking for the two of you.”
Chase and Mekhi rushed to the room as Trina and the girls engulfed YaYa in a supportive group hug. “We’ll stay out here. We don’t want to crowd him. Tell him we said we’re glad he’s up,” Miesha said.
YaYa nodded and then went back into Indie’s room. When she entered, all conversation stopped. Indie’s creased brow let her know that he was angry about something, but she didn’t ask, in fear that she may overstep her boundaries.
“YaYa, can you go grab the nurse for me? I’m in a lot of pain. See if they can give me something for it,” he instructed.
YaYa nodded her head, all the while knowing she was being sent on a dummy mission. Indie didn’t want her to hear the conversation he was indulged in. The less she knew, the better. She couldn’t tell what she did not know. It was his way of keeping her nose clean. She was simply the wife to a hustler, but she knew no details, so at the end of the day, she would always be deemed innocent.
Indie waited until he heard the hospital door click closed, and then he looked at Chase and Khi-P. “I want to be out of here as soon as possible. The sooner the doctors sign off on my release, the sooner I can get at that nigga Minnie. He brought heat to my home. YaYa could have been hurt. I’m done playing tit for tat with this mu’fucka,” Indie said. His voice was weak, but his tone lethal.
“You want me to just handle that for you?
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