![]() When the truth is like a smoking gun, Angel cannot ignore what stares her directly in the face. The truth can hurt or it can kill. Black and Kianna’s back with a revelation that's so explosive. Can Olivia and her team handle what’s coming their way? The House will never be the same. EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER_CAN'T TRUST HER “Come on, in,” Angel invited, holding the door open for him. “Where’s my lil’ guy?” he asked, looking around expecting TJ to come running shouting ‘Daddy’ at any minute. “My mom’s house,” she said in a choked voice. It was the first time Black had directly looked at her. Her eyes were swollen and red, as if she’d been crying. The pile of hair on her head was tangled and disheveled. She looked as if she had just gotten out of the bed. “Angel! What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, reaching for her, but she pulled away. “TJ, okay?” “Yeah. Yeah. He’s cool.” She turned her back on him and walked into her living room. “Then what’s wrong?” Black stopped in mid-stride and stared at her. Angel sat on the couch staring at the space between her feet. Black’s heart broke watching her. To him she looked so hollow, as though she had lost her soul. Who did this to her? Was it Alex? I swear if it was he’s a dead man, he thought. “You called me this morning and told me for the next month or so, some things might not be what they appear to be.” “Yeah.” His stomach begin to tighten. “You said some things might be lies…did you know Kianna was coming to my salon?” Her voice was so low Black had to struggle to hear her. “What?” Angel held her head up and stared at him with red-rimmed eyes. “I asked—” “Nah, I heard what you asked. I can’t believe…what the fuck!” Black pulled his phone from its holster on his hip and begin punching in Kianna’s number, as he paced back and forth. “Hang up, Black,” Angel whispered. Then more ferociously, “Black! Hang up! This is between you and me.” He hit the end button on his phone and looked at Angel trying to gauge her mood. He had expected Kianna would pull something, but he wasn’t sure what it would be. He had hoped she wouldn’t strike against Angel so soon. But he should have known better. All she’d needed was a little leverage, and he knew he had given her that when he had agreed to take those pictures. Under duress. “She said you two were back together.” Refusing to meet his glance, Angel stared at the floor again. “Nah, Ang, it’s—” “Stop…just stop,” she repeated, shaking her head and holding her hand up to stop his words. “I saw the pictures.” “Look, babe. I told you things might look a certain way for a while, but you gotta trust me. Shit ain’t what it seem.” “Maybe. Maybe not.” The softness of her voice betrayed the pain she felt. Tears were welling up in her eyes again, as she stared at him. Yet, he knew by the haze in her eyes she wasn’t seeing him, rather some image in her head. “Them pictures ain’t what they look like, Ang,” he insisted, punching his fist in the palm of his hand punctuating each word. “Those may not be…but the ones from more than ten years ago aren’t a lie, Black. You see you and her getting together now, isn’t a problem for me. After all, I told you to go on with your life. But what I do have a problem with, is discovering the seven years we were together were a lie. Not that it matters much, but the fact my life was a lie is the problem here.” If you have enjoyed this post click "LIKE" and Tweet it to your followers. To join this blog simply click "Follow This Blog," "Subscribe," or "Email" links in the upper right corner. For exclusive content, contests, cover reveals, and more join my newsletter. Undeniably Chelle...
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