Chapter Eleven.

Nathaniel’s Obsession

Nathaniel was fucking angry. He hated that he knew nothing about where his sister was or what she fucking went through in their hands. He hated that they had scored one over him by taking his sister. His head was not coping well. He didn’t like this one bit, but there was no much he could do about it.

He smoked two more sticks before his thoughts finally settled on Rosalyn. Nathaniel swore that if Rafael ever disrespected her again. He would cop it, brother, or not. He finished his smoke and placed it on the ashtray before he walked into the room. He felt his heart move as he saw Rosalyn lying on his bed. That was where she belonged, he thought to himself. He headed into the bathroom and had a quick shower before he got into bed beside her. He pulled her gently into his arms. He turned her face to his and placed a kiss on her pouted lips. He knew she had gone to bed angry at him, but she still snuggled up to him.

Nathaniel didn’t realize it. As he kept staring at