Follow my Heart

[Vanita Thompson]

So, it took me a moment to get myself ready, but here I was. Alone in a Berlin restaurant. The tables were all but empty, and I knew the place was getting ready to close. I sighed heavily, awaiting this mystery text. It was Father's day....hard enough since I lost my pops at a pretty young age.

*BEEP*

There it was, as I was getting lost in thought.

Look outside.

I looked outside, my face turning pale. Morgan Alexander. He was the fucker that killed Birdie and I knew it, I had proof. It was why I had flown out to Denver...but what I couldn't place was why he was killing off people I cared about. Several months had gone by since Ria and J...even longer after Draven and my parents. He wasn't as sloppy then as he is now. There was only one person I could think of though...

...David...

...this man was changing my life in the best ways and he knew nothing about this side of my life. Morgan walked in, standing directly in front of me and it took all of my energy to not punch him directly in his mouth and slice him open...

"Now Miss Vanita, what is it you are thinking of? Stopping this charade?"

"Charade? Morgan, you are nothing if not stupid and egotistical."

"This is no way to talk to the rightful leader of..."

"You are no leader. So shut your mouth right now."

It was a standoff. I was sitting there, glass of wine in my hand and he had not even taken a seat. I was tapping my foot and he just sighed. Good, he sighed. I was none too pleased with him after recent events. He sat and ordered wine. I ordered another glass. Silence was killing me.

"Why did you do it?"

He looked at me. I was deadpanned in expression. 

"Birdie. Why?"

"She was in the way of what I want. What I want is you and the lead role in your group."

"You never had a leadership bone in that frail body. You and J broke off of our positive cause and greed took over. Now Mona has no brother or sister. I have no parents...no friend..."

"No fiance."

"Keep his name off of your lips if you want to leave with your tongue."

If there is one thing I hated, it was people speaking ill of the dead. I am just trying to move on...why...my heart...

"This could have been avoided. Now, you will continue to lose everything. Denver already has word that you and your cousin are robbers and thieves. Oh, do not try and text him, it will not work."

"If you hurt him..."

"I am not that stupid to hurt the last of your family. He sent your friend back to Denver to deal with this...distraction. It got the pair of us here, in this room."

His hand reached for my face.

"Alone."

I smacked his hand away and looked around. No one...well fuck. I knew I had one knife in my boot, one. One shot if he tried any stupid thing. I sighed heavily and looked at him.

"Now, about you and this David fellow..."

"Do not, and I repeat this one time only. DO NOT touch him. Do not send anyone of your goons after him. If I find out you hurt him or anyone he knows? You won't breathe, you won't make it back to your band of thugs. You did this once to me, you will NEVER do it again. Understand?"

He laughed.

"Good luck in your match against Alton. I will be watching. Soon though, soon."

He got up and left, fast and in a huff. I got one answer...and a butt ton more questions. Finally, my cell phone rang with several texts and I took a bit of a sigh of relief. Fuck if this was not a situation that has me frustrated on top of other things.

I just...David. He is something else and I really liked him...a lot...especially after that night in Brussels. Now this, this sucked on so many levels. I know what I needed to do. The same thing I do in any of these situations.

Follow. My. Heart.