Chapter 83
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My jaws were hurting from all the smiling, but I tried to smile one more time.
"Perfect," he whispered.
"Did she smile?" I moved my head and looked down at Jamaica. Her face was still expressionless.
"No, she didn't, but you did, and your smile is perfect," he responded.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "This won't work. We'll have to wait until she gets older."
He shrugged, "Okay, fine. It's my time to take pictures with her." Valdo walked towards me and gently lifted Jamaica out of my arms. When she was securely in his arms, I gave him the seat.
I looked at him, "Fix your shoulders and tilt your head to the right a bit."
"Mhmm...I love it when you boss me around."
I chuckled.
Where did I get this man from?
"You're a trouble maker."
Valdo started moving one of his eyebrows up and down, "You're the only person I trouble."
I shook my head and lifted the camera off the stand.
"Smile for the camera." I lifted the camera and placed it over my eyes. I look through the lens as it focused. "One...Two...Three." As I pressed the button on three, a big smile came on Jamaica's face.
I lift the camera away from my face with a big grin on my face. "She smiled! Valdo, she smiled!" I laughed and started looking for the photo I just took on the camera.
I smiled at the photo.
Jamaica and Valdo were both smiling at the camera. I walked over to him and showed him the picture.
He chuckled, "I told you she likes me more."
"She smiled because she was looking at me."
Valdo shrugged, "Whatever makes you happy."
I turned the timer on the camera to fifteen seconds, then placed it on the tripod. "Time for all three of us."
I quickly sat beside Valdo and wrapped my arms around his waist.
I heard the click, which meant the photo was taken. I moved back to the camera and looked at the picture.
"Beautiful," I whispered. I walked over to Valdo and showed him the picture.
"We can have that blown up and displayed in our house."
I looked at him, "We haven't got a house."
"I.." Valdo didn't finish his statement because my phone started ringing.
I moved away from Valdo and walked over to the table where my phone lay.
It was my mother calling.
I lifted the phone to my ears, "Hi, mom."
"Are you watching the news?" she asked immediately.
"No," I said with a frown. I haven't watched the news in months.
"Put your TV on CNN right now."
"Why?" What's so special about CNN at this time?
"Just do it."
"Okay." I took the Tv remote from the side table and turned on the Tv. Surprisingly it was already on CNN.
"William Morgan, son of Ohio millionaire George Morgan was found by police in his apartment, having multiple gunshot and stab wounds, and his limbs were severely broken. He was taken to the hospital and is reported to be in critical condition.
Street cameras showed that previously Morgan had been involved in a car chase, wherein witnesses state that he had attempted to harm Zuria Giovanni, the wife of suspected gang leader, the late Gabriele Giovanni. Although Zuria ad the other passengers were taken to the hospital with minor injuries, during the chase, Morgan reportedly struck 32 year old Maria Vasquez, killing her instantly in the crash. At the time, Vasquez was also 5 months pregnant. It is suspected that perhaps William Morgan was attacked in retaliation by angry residents after the killing of Mrs. Vasquez. Here's what the residents had to say:
"I can't believe she's gone. Every time I passed, she always smiles at me. She was a sweet and loving individual."
The camera turned to a man whose eyes were filled with tears, "She was pregnant with my baby. We were going to move. I got a house to rent yesterday." he bawled, "We weren't gonna be homeless anymore." The pain on his face was heartbreaking.
My tears ran down my face. I felt his pain. Just when he thought his life was going improve, William took his girlfriend and his baby away.
Maria was pregnant and homeless, just like I was a few months ago.
That could have happened to me.
I could have lost my life because of someone crazy.
The clip went back to the news channel, "William will face with multiple charges, including double murder and attempted murder. If Morgan survives will face a minimum of fifty years in prison. This is Antoniette Miller reporting for CNN news."
Valdo switched off the tv and pulled me in his arms. "Shh...It's okay. He won't ever hurt you or anyone ever again."
I wrapped my hands around his neck and cried. My heart was hurting, not for me but for the innocent who died while he was trying to kill me. I'm the reason why an innocent homeless pregnant women died.
"I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. It's not your fault. If he wasn't driving recklessly, then she wouldn't have died. Don't blame yourself."
It was hard not to, but I tried.
William was a psychopath, and if he had valued life, then he wouldn't have tried to kill me. He wouldn't have sped away when he hit Maria. He would have tried to help her, brought her to the hospital. He had no sympathy.
They should have killed him.
After a few minutes, I calmed down and pulled away from Valdo. "Why did Niccolo not kill him?" If Niccolo was so dangerous, why didn't he just kill William?"
Valdo ran his hands through my hair, "Niccolo has a sense of humour. He likes to see people suffer. If William survives, then he'll spend life in prison, a prison that Niccolo will most likely choose. If he survives, he'll be tortured every day as long as he lives."
