I didn’t want to take my anger out on him. He’s been nothing but supportive during this whole debacle.
“You’re going to love this restaurant.” He said as he put the car in reverse and pulled out the parking spot.
“Alright.” I muttered as I watched my little escape slip farther and farther away. Leaving this place meant it was time to face reality. It was time to face my mother, Ayana and Jo. The fact still remains I was under contractual agreement to be his mistress. I didn’t know how I could go on at this point. The thought of it sickened me.
I kept hearing his father asking me what was the going rate for my services. I never thought I could hate someone, but it was safe to say I hated Jo’s parents. The both of them were evil as hell. I didn’t ever want them around Ayana. I exhaled, we had some stormy days ahead of us. I was prepared to go to battle. They had no idea the monster I could become to protect my child.
I will fight them all! Jo, his parents…The f***ing Senate! All of D.C. if I have to!
Kyle’s voice pulled me from a very dark place. “We’re here.”
I was so far into the sunken place I didn’t notice how nice the restaurant was or even how the waitress looked that took our order. I couldn’t even tell you what I ordered. Kyle sat across the table and talked to me and I couldn’t repeat anything he said if my life depended on it. In my mind I was coming up with a way to get me and my child away from these vampires.
It was during these thoughts that I looked up and saw Jo, the head vampire walking through the restaurant door. Everything about him was proficient. The way he walked. The way he held the door for the lady going out. The way he looked at me and read how hurt I was in my eyes.
Several things happened. First, I disgusted myself because for just a moment my thirsty gaze drank him up as if he was a tall, strong, muscled glass of chocolate milk.
As always, he was well put together in a grey suit that had been custom made for him, his broad shoulders filling the jacket out in only a way that he could. On his feet was a pair of matching grey boots.
Damn it!
Kyle looked behind him to see what I was looking at and jumped up out of his chair.
Now…this is when things started to go south.
“What are you doing here?” Kyle asked using his body to block Jo’s view of me.
“Man… look… just get out my way, okay?” At this point, it was no hostility in his voice. He sounded defeated.
“I’ve come to take Journey home. I need to talk to her.” He reached his hand past Kyle towards me.
“Journey, come here baby, please, I need—”
Kyle, feeling impowered by the dejection in his voice slapped his arm away. “She ain’t going nowhere with you man!”
There was a collective pause. It was as if the restaurant as a whole took a deep breath, everybody waiting to see what would happen.
When Jo struck, he did it so fast it took all of us a minute to comprehend what happened. He hit Kyle so hard in his face that the man’s feet left the ground, but Jo was on him before his body could even land. His arm was moving like a machine as he punched Kyle over and over again in his face.
“Jo, stop!” I cried running to him. I tried to grab his arm to stop it, but the strength in his limb was beyond anything I had ever felt. The first punch took Kyle out; blood poured from his nose that I was more than positive was broken.
“Help me!” I yelled at all the people who were just standing around watching. Several of them even had their phones out recording it.
“My woman mutha*****!” Jo growled as he continued to pound Kyle’s face.
One minute I was there on Jo’s back trying to stop him from beating Kyle to death and the next I was grabbed roughly from the back, picked up and then slammed on the ground.
Pain shot through my body. Confused I looked up and saw that the restaurant was now filled with men dressed in black military gear that was roughly pushing and throwing the other customers into the kitchen. One of them had slammed me on the ground.
Were these the police?
It couldn’t be, the way they were handling the people was illegal anywhere. A woman screamed out when her phone that she was using to record Jo was taken from her and then she was shoved through the kitchen door by her head.
Jo turned to look at where I had been slammed on the ground and I swear there was nothing in his eyes but death as he stood and took in the fact that we were surrounded by soldiers or something.
And this is the moment the Jo we know left the building and a terminator took his place.
And yeah… I know you’re all like terminator? Really Journey? That’s a bit much, isn’t it?
Well let me tell y’all something, a shadow fell over his eyes. There is no other way I can describe it.
Guys, if I wasn’t there witnessing what happened next, I would have never believed it had somebody tried to explain it to me. The man that slammed me on the ground faced Jo, holding out his hands as if he was trying to keep him calm. He began to say strange words to him, something about walking alone in a field of clovers.
But Jo’s eyes came to me where I still lay on the floor one
