FINAL SNEAK PEEK - LOVE TRIFECTA

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Langston

  What the hell have I gotten myself into? I thought as I held the pictures in my hand. When I awoke this morning, I knew that something was going to go wrong. I could feel it. I wanted to revel in the moment of being tucked in the seclusion of my home for as long as I could. The feeling of uneasiness draped around me, cloaking me, confining me and begging me to stay inside my safety zone. My home. 

 I had never had this overbearing feeling of anxiety before. I knew the reason why, but I wanted to stay inside of my bubble of happiness. I had never had a real chance to be happy. At least not until I met Darren “Yatti” Collins. I used to be happy alone. Men were such complex creatures. They loved to have their cake and eat it too, leaving behind crumbs of evidence to be tried and convicted. Darren was supposed to have been different. But my friend intuition played a major part in why I was feeling these unfamiliar feelings. 

   When I stepped outside, the countdown of me knowing exactly who and what I was dealing with had begun. I couldn’t move forward without knowing. The lawyer inside of me had to have all the facts before I could defend the defendant. 

   Finally making it to my destination, I pulled my car over to the curb, in the darkest part of the street so that I couldn’t be seen. I sat watching the block, waiting for Darren to emerge. I had no business over in that area, but I had to know who the hell I had been sleeping next to for the past six or seven months. Minutes seemed like hours as Darren finally emerged from the old looking house on the left side of the street. He only walked a few feet before the guy came out behind him. I cracked my window just enough to see if I could hear what was being said, but that was a bust. I couldn’t hear shit.

After a few seconds the guy stepped up in Darren’s face. I then watched in horror as my fiancé pulled a gun from his waist and shot the man in his face. He then hurried off to his truck and pulled off wildly from the curb. My heart stilled in my chest. Vomit tickled my tonsils, seeing the man’s whole face lying on the side of him in pieces. “Oh my god!” I whispered as tears fell from my eyes. The man that I saw blow someone’s face off, was NOT the same man I was set to spend the rest of my life with. The man I was to marry was a successful businessman. The man I saw tonight, was not my fiancé. That man was a killer. And I, Langston Giselle Graham Esquire, was a witness.

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