Now Suddenly You're Asking For It Back Novels & Stories

“Now, I stop waiting for a past that isn’t coming back.” And for the first time in a long time, he wondered what that really meant.

Once broken, it's hard to amend. My phone vibrated on the counter, and a message beep sounded—followed by a text from an unknown number. "You are now being monitored."

I exclaimed inwardly as my heart thumped, maybe, just maybe, I was finally getting to command a little bit of respect from them, just maybe. “Okay then, I would like to know when you will start because I am on the verge of losing my child and I don’t want that to happen.” “Why don’t we ask your king, my fine mister?” I said with a smile as I turned to Asher, who I would say was surprised at my outburst. “When do I start?” I asked with my arms crossed against my chest

“Just tell me that you want me back so you can completely get rid of me…” He looks diverse. “What do you mean? Do you know how long I've been searching for you? I've paid several bounty hunters to get you back but they all fail…” he placed his hands on my shoulder. “I want you back with my kids, and I think I shouldn't request too much for that because you're mine…” “But you divorced me…” “The divorce has been canceled. Come back to me with my kids and be my Luna.'' He cut in and grabbed my wrist when a sudden gunshot exploded in the room. The kids gripped me tighter, sobbing while their eyes shut.

James steps back slightly and he looks at me with concern. “Are you okay?” he asks. I nod, though I’m not entirely sure it’s true. This whole ordeal…it’s unexpected. I never thought the night will tur out like this. “We should go back,” I say. He looks at me for a few more seconds as if he’s trying to understand what I’m thinking. I can see the desire in his eyes, the unspoken words he wants to say. But I can’t give him what he’s looking for. Not now. Maybe not ever.

“To be able to provide the damned stipends.” “We didn’t ask for it!” “But you sure as hell need it,” he grates, suddenly closer. “You ask why I left? Precisely because of this.” We’re nose to nose, tension tight enough to cut. “Use your words. Besides, I asked you a question. Would you ever have come back to us?” I insist. “No.” Cold. Final. “Oh. Wow,” I scoff, eyes misting. “It’s not too late. Mom hasn’t seen you. You still have time to cut and bail. We’ll be sure to appreciate the money you throw out of your sick idea of pity.”

I squealed, already doing a small happy dance. Adrian chuckled, watching me. I suddenly stopped. “Wait… what do you want in return?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. He looked amused. “Why would I want something in return?” “Because you don’t look like someone who jokes with his money.” He laughed softly. “That’s true.” Then he added, “Consider it a loan.” I folded my arms. “You’ll be patient with me until I can pay you back?” He nodded. “No seizing my stuff?”

~LORETTE~ My fingers move across my phone screen as I drop a message into the group chat. ME: I’M SORRY, GUYS. BUT I WOULDN’T BE BACK TONIGHT. GRANDMA NESSA INSISTS THAT I SLEEP OVER. Barely a second passes before replies start flooding in. LUCAS: BUT THAT WASN’T WHAT WE AGREED. ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE NOT BEING FORCED TO STAY BACK?

“Big firm. Big wins. Even bigger enemies.” She shrugged lightly. “The law doesn’t care who it offends. It only cares about truth.” His jaw tightened. “Then tell me the truth. Why now? Why this case?” “Because your company’s acquisitions are crushing minority-owned businesses and displacing families in East Harlem,” she replied coldly. “Because for every zero in your bank account, there’s a mother who can’t afford rent anymore.” His eyes narrowed. “You’re not here for justice. You’re here for revenge.”

He questions. I can't go to prison. " This. " " This is the last time I'm asking, because after that I won't ask again. You won't need to give me the money back even if you back off so is this really what you chose? " He asks, pronouncing each word slowly. I wouldn't need to give him the money back but I can't back off now. It's too late. " I want this. " I express my consent. That is all the confirmation he needs before he plunges in.