What I Needed

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Chapter 27 ~ What did you do?

Deon’s P.O.V.

These past months had been insane, and although the threat of The Mafia still loomed, we were all looking forward to a little slower pace. Nevaeh had been quieter than usual, but I brushed it off. If she had a problem, she knew she could talk to me. She still had not let go of her apartment, much to my dismay, it was like Nevaeh needed a security blanket; if something went pear-shaped, she had an exit plan.

“Little angel? You in here?” I walked into my room to find Nevaeh lying in the middle of the bed, on the phone, flinging her legs about like a cute little child.

“...Nathan, I know, okay. I’m still waiting for it... no, I’m okay... yes...” I stood by the door listening in on her conversation but also appreciatively examining Nevaeh’s body. Nathan? Who the fuck is Nathan? “Do you hear from him?... No, tell him nothing... I swear everything is okay... No, I’m still working in that strip club... it’s not that bad... trust me, I just serve the drinks... please, they would be yelling, put your clothes back on.”

I chuckled loudly. If only my woman realised just how many men would love to see her how intimately I have seen her. My little angel heard me and rolled over, her hazel eyes locked on mine. “Nathan, I have to go... yes, you too... take care. Bye.” Nevaeh hung up, placing her mobile back into her purse and collected her clothes as she got up and walked into the bathroom.

I followed her, placing the toilet lid down, situated my ass uncomfortably as I watched my woman undress. “Who’s Nathan?” My curiosity had piqued the moment she mentioned another man’s name. I’ll admit it; jealousy was consuming my heart.

“Huh?” Nevaeh was playing dumb.

“You heard me, who is he?” My arms folded, resting on top of my knees as I observed her skittish behaviour.

“My brother.” She stated before climbing inside the shower and closing the glass door behind her.

She has a brother? Okay, how come this is the first I’m hearing of him? Nevaeh knew my entire family, yet, I’d learned nothing of her past or heritage. I stepped closer to the shower and opened the door forcefully. “You have a brother?” I questioned.

“Yes, Deon, I have a brother.” Truthfully, I was a little distracted watching little angel lather up her radiant skin, but I had to remain focused.

“And? Do you have any other siblings?” Nevaeh huffed while turning to glare at me.

“No, just a brother.” She stood there, intently watching me, waiting for the inquisition.

“Mum? Dad?” Her face displeased by my invasion into her private life and Nevaeh’s head drooped forward in defeat.

“Why do you care?” Her snippy tone did not impress me.

“Because I’m in love with you and know nothing about you, little angel.”

“Deon...” she scoffed, “it’s in the past, can’t we just leave it there?”

I was not the smartest man, but I knew when someone was hiding things from me. “Goddammit, little angel, why do you never tell me anything?”

“It’s not important. Now, I have to get ready for work.” She was clenching her jaw harshly. What was so damn hard? Was Nevaeh an orphan, was she a foster kid? Was little angel from New Zealand? I had no fucking idea.

“Nevaeh. Do you have any other family members?” I raised my voice; my expression was hard and determined.

“I have neither,” Nevaeh wailed as she slid down the tiled wall, slumping at the bottom of the floor with her chin on top of her knees, representing a broken soul. I leaned in and turned off the water that was pelting down on her.

“But you have a brother, which means you came from somewhere?” I nudged; extracting information from her was like pulling teeth.

“Deon, please. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“C’mon, you can do it,” I encouraged, standing over her. Nevaeh remained quiet with her eyes closed as if reliving some memory buried deep within the locked vortex of her mind. I grasped a red fluffy towel from the shelf and wrapped her up in it. I loved how petite she was because I just picked her up with ease and carried her to my bed. Nevaeh’s curly blonde locks dripped water onto my shirt. “Tell me.”

“I have neither, no mum or dad, my mother died... a few years ago.” Eva gnawed on her lips, and her breathing became erratic and shaky, keeping control of her emotions appeared to be a battle. “Died... at the hands of my father. And now, he’s due to be released from prison, Nathan was checking up on me.”

“Fuck. Well, I wasn’t expecting that.” I tried to lighten her mood, but her posture did not change. I had unknowingly opened an excruciating wound; no wonder little angel kept her past in an air-tight vault. I removed my phone and dialled Trigger’s number. “Trig, organise someone to replace Nevaeh’s shift... I don’t give a fuck; she’s not working tonight.” God, he pisses me off. Trigger can extract his face from Priya’s pussy for five minutes while he finds a replacement.

“You shouldn’t have done that Deon.”

“Don’t chastise me; I’m not the fucken President of The Road Warriors for show; what I say goes.”

“I need the money.”

“Why? You’re my woman; I’ll take care of you.” Nevaeh rolled her eyes in annoyance, but I chose to ignore it. “When does he get out of prison?”


“I need more information than that.”

“Deon, I have no more information than that.” Nevaeh tightened the towel around her small frame.

“Okay. Did you know your father was responsible for killing your mother? Was it proven to be him?”

“Yes.” A stray tear rolled down her flustered cheek; I was bearing witness to my light’s raw emotions, then she revealed something that shocked the hell out of me. “I saw the whole thing, Deon.”

Fuck, the weight of her predicament was more substantial than I could have imagined. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I fucking saw the whole thing, Deon. I watched him strangle my mother to death.” Nevaeh’s teeth were grinding together while she snapped angrily and fidgeted uncomfortably in front of me.

“Okay, okay. So your father was a... what? Violent man?” I asked, trying to understand her home, and the past she’d lived.

“My father is a sadistic asshole that deserves to rot in hell for everything he has done. I testified against him.”

“Are you afraid he will come looking for you?” This situation was new territory for me. It required delicacy.

“No, and even if he did, I’m pretty sure you would rip him to pieces.” A smirk danced upon her lips.

“Well, you’re right about that,” I laughed.

“You’re not going to ask me to relive it?” Nevaeh looked up at me shyly, through her dark lashes. She had opened up; I wasn’t going to tear her apart, making little angel reveal the visibly horrific details.

“No, when you are ready to talk about it, I will be here. But, until then, it’s nice to learn more about you. That’s all I want, little angel, is to know you, all of you - even the dark parts, none of us are perfect... Well, to me, you are.”

Nevaeh leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against mine. My knees had begun to tremble from squatting in front of her for so long. “Deon, I don’t want to hide anything from you, everything I withhold is because it’s hard for me to talk about.”

“Well, now that I know that, it helps me understand you more, little angel. But, honestly, I need to get up, my thighs are burning in this crouching position.” Nevaeh giggled at me, so naturally; I jumped on her, tickling her mercilessly.

We spent the night, curled up in bed, making love and watching movies, it was nice to do domestic stuff for a change, our talk had been an honest one, further solidifying our relationship. I was enamoured by this woman, captured heart and soul. I promised myself to make sure Nevaeh always felt my love for her.


Katie-Anne’s P.O.V.

Fuck, what am I going to do?

Priya sat there staring at me with wide eyes, reflecting the same turmoil on her face, that I had rolling around in my stomach.

“Do you want me to call someone?” The nice lady’s question broke through my numbed posture.

“N-no, thank you. I will deal with this.” My short reply sounded more robotic than actual strength.

“Can she have an abortion referral? Just in case. Clearly, Kitty is in shock, and if she decides to follow that path, then I’d like her to be ready.” Priya always had my back; she was the first real friend I had made in a long time.

“Yes, of course, that’s most definitely an option, but just in case, if you decide to keep the baby, I will also give you a referral for your first-trimester screening and your first lot of blood work. You’re young, try to think about what you want for your future when making your decision, there are many benefits to both outcomes.”

Benefits? Jesus, what have I done?

We farewelled the doctor and silently slipped into Priya’s car; the papers tucked safely into my school backpack.

I felt physically sick. Everyone warned me, hell, even Jakobe came and advised me to be careful. Mum put me on the pill that I didn’t take, Leighton had tried to reach for a condom, but I wanted him so much, so god damn much that my impatience won over sensibility. What had I fucken done?

“Do you want too...”

“No.” I cut Priya off.

The car ride back to school was so pressurised with silence, I could only breathe out my mouth, and my limbs failed to function. We waited in the parking lot for the end of the day school bell to ring, and for Leighton to come out.

“Are you going to tell...”

“No.” I cut her off again.

“Kitty, he has a right to know.”

“Just let me get my head around it first, Princess.” I implored her to understand.

“Alright, you have three days. As your friend, the only, and I mean ONLY, reason I’m giving you a timeline is that if you chose to abort, the earlier, the better.”

The earlier, the better - The NEVER would have been better.

Leighton chatted the whole way back to the Clubhouse; I collected my stuff and shuffled inside, heading straight for my room. “Babe, you okay?” Leighton finally asked.

NNNOOOOO′ I screamed in my head, but instead, I just nodded and mumbled, “tired.”

“Well, I’ll just grab something to eat and the come...”

“Actually, I just wanna have a nap if that’s cool? Umm... I’m missing dad and just need some time alone.” I hated lying to Leighton, well, it wasn’t a complete lie, I always missed dad, but, after today, I wanted an excuse big enough for him to allow me the space I desperately needed.

“Oh, okay. Well, if you need me, I’ll be in the booze bunker, playing pool.”

“Yep, cool, see ya.” I attempted to sound as cheery as possible but failed. Though I wasn’t sticking around to have fifty questions thrown at me - my mind was shattered enough.

I slipped into my bedroom, locked my door, flopped onto my bed with my warm and comforting pink duvet, and cried like a little girl. Oops, that’s right, I AM A LITTLE GIRL.


It had been two days so far, mum came knocking, but the moment I stated I was missing dad, she left me alone. Leighton sat outside my room, begging for me to open up, but I couldn’t, I was numb all over my body. Deon had lost his temper, but again, when I mentioned dad, he withdrew his assault on my door and left me alone. Priya was the only one I would allow near me, mainly because she knew what was happening.

“C’mon girl; you have to talk to Leighton, it’s time.”

“Princess, you said three days, it’s been two,” I countered, hoping she would ease up.

“Yes, and you’ve done nothing but wallow in this bed. You’ve made a mistake, we all do, but hoping it just disappears will only make this situation worse. I’ve got a date with Jakobe tonight, so you need to use this time to talk to him now. Leighton’s beside himself with worry, he doesn’t understand why you’ve frozen him out.”

I peeked out from under my covers and sighed. “Tonight, when the house is quiet, I will sneak into his room.”

Priya smiled, “Good. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Looking forward to it,” I mumbled back sarcastically.


True to my word, I crept down the hall on my tippy toes and tried Leighton’s handle. Thank God, it wasn’t locked; I quietly entered and closed the door behind me, locking it. We didn’t need the interruption after my reveal.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Fuck!” I screeched in fright, “why are you awake?” I yell whispered.

“I can’t sleep without you, Kitty Kat.” Leighton’s confession and black rings under his eyes melted my heart.

The tears came thick and fast as I slumped into his arms. You’d think after the amount of crying I had done recently, I wouldn’t have any fluid left, but no, the sadness, anxiety, and worry came rolling back, smashing me with unbridled force.

“What’s going on? Please, talk to me.” Why is Leighton so perfect?

I gathered every ounce of strength I had left and whispered fearfully. “Leighton, I’m pregnant.”

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