Free Defending My Mobster (BWWM Romance) by Tasha Jones, Interracial Love Page B

though I hadn’t gone back to work yet because I had enough sick and vacation days to last me another week, I didn’t just mope around and cry all of the time. I was happy to be more myself and feeling like I could handle life again. That desperation and sadness had brought me to my knees.
     
    It helped that Angel came to see me at least once a day, and sometimes he even slept over. His company was a wonderful thing and I treasured it. He was taking time out of his work to comfort and reassure me. I knew it was selfish of me but I couldn't help it.
     
    “Case, I said ‘no’. Just because you ask again doesn’t mean I’ve changed my mind.” The only problem with answering my phone again was the long, incredibly idiotic phone calls from my sister. She’d been bugging me for days to come see her, and my mother was totally against it. I was totally against it. Hearing Case groan over the phone only made me rub my temples as I leaned on the arm of the couch. As if I needed this right now.
     
    “Come on! It’ll be fun, I promise!” she told me. I was not convinced. Rolling my eyes, I couldn’t help but disagree because anything that involved my mother and me in the same room never worked out. The last time we saw each other was for my college graduation, and she hit me in the face with a cup of beer. She’d been trash talking me to my professors, and that was a big ‘no no’ in my book.
     
    “No. If you ask me again I’m not going to pick up your phone calls,” I assured her. I had just about had it with my sister.
     
    Scowling slightly as I stared into space, the sound of my front door opening made me jump a little. As weird as it may seem, I had given Angel a key, since he was over so much. He was the first person I had ever given one to. I certainly wouldn't to my family. Watching him walk over the threshold made me smile slightly, but it was quickly replaced when my sister started talking again. She was a serious buzz kill that was for sure.
     
    “Well then can I come see you without her? We haven’t hung out since before you went to college,” she tried. She did not seem to understand that there were reasons for it and the reasons were her and my mom.
     
    “No, you can’t. I’m too busy to babysit you and all you do is use up all of my money. Don’t even try to deny it. The last time I went shopping with you, I didn’t even buy anything and ended up eating ramen for two weeks,” I accused her. I could practically hear Case pouting on the other side of the phone, but she didn’t deny what I had said. It was pretty clear to me that she was a shopaholic, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Once she paid the bills, and had nearly $2,000 left over, she blew it all in only a few days, if that. I had never seen anyone go through money like she did.
     
    “Nia! That’s not fair! You’re the older one, you should know when to stop me,” she whined. Blinking slowly, I felt my lower eyelid twitch even as Angel sidled up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist. Pleasure on one side, my sister on the other. I sighed.
     
    “Don’t you dare try to blame this on me, Case. You’re not a teenager anymore. For Christ’s sake, you know what? Goodbye. Don’t call me anymore. I don’t want to hear it anymore,” I told her, hanging up even as Case’s voice could be heard on the other end of the line telling me not to. I let out a frustrated noise and ran my hand through my hair.
     
    “Family problems?” Angel asked, brushing his lips under my ear and I nodded dumbly. He knew I was no match for when he got all touchy. It got me every time.
     
    “Wanna talk about it, bella?” he asked. Humming in response, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth but all that came out was a gasp when Angel grazed his teeth over the top of my neck. We’d been getting a lot more sexual lately, but usually he just kept to fondling and long, steamy make out sessions. I knew it was because he was trying to go slow,