This came to me in a dream. I know I'm always starting stories without finishing the ones I have going but what can I say, you can pass up on a good idea when one hits you. I would like to dedicate this to Ms. Vera Roberts, she's one of my favorites and she got me thinking outside the box.

Torque

June 6, 1985, the date would always stick out in his mind, if he lived for an eternity that date would forever be etched in his brain.

Chyren Mozovelli watched with a heavy heart as the midwife placed the sheet over his wife's body.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Mozovelli," The midwife said, "she's gone,"

Chyren just nodded. He had known, he had known from the time she kissed him. He had known she was dying. He knew by the way she birthed their daughter she wasn't going to make it.

"Chyren," his name had flowed from her lips like water trickling over stones in a stream, "see to our daughter, she's everything now."

"Don't leave me my lady," he kissed her palm placing it against his cheek, "Please don't leave me,"

She just smiled at him, "Silly, silly Chyren, I can never leave you. I'll live in your heart and through our daughter,"

"My lady, please," his tears fell into her palm.

She smiled weakly, "I'll never leave you. Just look at her and you'll always see me," and with that she was gone.

"Sir?" the midwife interrupted his thoughts.

"Just make the arrangements," he said in a contrite voice, "just get her cleaned up."

"And the babe sir?"

Chyren looked over to where the slight woman was holding the little brown baby in her arms wrapped in a pink blanket, "Give her to me,"

"Hello Kalista," he said to the baby in his arms, "my most beautiful one, Kalista."

The baby snuggled close to his chest and seemed content there putting her little thumb in her mouth. She had the olive skin of her father but those mysterious eyes like her mother. Chyren closed his eyes against the memory, Kyra Mozovelli had these oddest eyes they were this bluish violet look to them. He looked at his daughter as she struggled to open her eyes. She squinted up at him, trying to study his face, he smiled and she made a gurgling sound in her throat. He blinked back tears he would be strong for her, this was her day. He took the baby into the new decorated nursery, "This is your room Kalista."

The maid came in to see to the baby, "Is there anything you need Mr. Moszovelli,"

He pinched the bridge of his nose; he wished people would just leave him to his daughter in peace.

"No, Candice, I am fine,"

"Are you sure sir?" Candice asked, "A bottle for the young one perhaps?"

"No," he said, "Just call David and Adam to me," Chyren said quietly.

David was a scraggly little 12 year old he had pulled off the streets. When he found him he had tried to pick pocket him, his first instinct was to shake him until he turned blue but then he saw the boy and he saw himself in his eyes.

Adam was his crown jewel; he was the one that he trusted to be his right hand when he became of age. He was 14, street smart with a sense of style. He was the one.

David walked in the bedroom first, seeing his new boss sit holding his new daughter, "I apologize," he said backing up.

At the same time Adam walked into the nursery, "You needed to see me Mr. Mozovelli?"

"Chyren," he said watching the baby in front him, "Call me Chyren," he looked to where David was backing out of the nursery, "Come David,"

"Mr. Mozovelli,"

"Chyren," he gave the young boy a smile.

David drew in a deep breath, "Chyren,"

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Chyren asked.

"Very," David said looking at the baby.

Adam ran over to Chyren, "She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen,"

"Glad you think so," Chyren placed Kalista in her bassinet, he stood, "because she's yours,"

"I'm sorry?" Dave thought the man had taken a leave of his senses. "What?"

Chyren chuckled a bit looking at the stunned expression on the young boy's face. He had known when he picked David out what he was being brought into the home for and it was time he knew as well.

"When she turns 21, I want her to inherit my empire, but she I won't let her do it unless she's married to someone I trust. I trust you," he looked at Adam.

"When you say and empire," Adam asked, "what do you mean?"

Chyren wasn't getting ready to spring on a 14 year kid that he was going to help his daughter become a queen pin. That was a sure fire way to have the kid running for the hills screaming bloody murder, but he also wasn't about to completely lie to the kid either.

"As of right now she's the sole heiress to a 56 million dollar organization and she's barely an hour old. Can you imagine what she would be worth when she's 21?"

David was shocked; he didn't know what to say. Here he was watching a man promise a 14 year old boy his daughter, and the child hadn't even learned how to keep her eyes opened yet, "Sir?"

"David, this is a wonderful opportunity for Adam," Chyren said, "you too. Just think about it,"

David looked at the man like there was an ear growing out of his forehead; this was too much for him to take in. Six months ago he was a runaway on the streets of New York scrounging for his next meal and now he was listening to a man tell his friend how he was going to inherit millions of dollars and all he had to do was married this man's daughter.

"Are you serious?" Adam asked.

"Very serious, all this can be yours," he made a gesture with his hands. He looked at the kid, "All you have to do is say yes,"

"Sir?" David was still unsure. He didn't see what was in it for him. And something about this really didn't feel right. "This doesn't feel right. Besides, what's my benefit?"

"You'll be her bodyguard," Chyren turned to him, "You'll get her to trust Adam,"

"Sir,"

Chyren could see the indecisiveness on David's face, but he needed him, "Tell you what, either you accept or I'll have no choice but to dismiss you from my home,"

Adam looked at David, I'll be damned if I go back and if you had any sense you wouldn't want to go back either, "I accept."

"David?"

Dave rubbed his bald head, be damned if he would go back to eating out of the damn garbage and sleeping in alleys. "Yes,"

"Somehow I thought you'd see it my way."

-

"Kalista Kyra Mozovelli, give me that damn gun," Chyren screamed as he walked into his 20 year old daughter's room and straight into the barrel of a gun.

"Aww daddy, you really are acting like a bitch," she sucked her teeth and handed him the mag.

"Bitch my ass," Chyren pinched the bridge of his nose, "what if you'd have shot me?"

"Then I'd be worth a helluva lot of money right now wouldn't I?" she asked flopping down on her bed.

"What is wrong with you today Lissie?"

"Nothing," she huffed looking through a book.

"Nothing is causing you to point loaded," he waved the loaded magazine at her, "guns at people?"

She huffed, "I'm tired of being treated like a kid. That Adam is sickening as hell,"

Chyren looked at his daughter. She had grown into quite the beauty; she looked a lot like her mother and had a lot of her fire.

"What has happened now?" Chyren rubbed his temple, lately this was all she ever said about Adam, he was wondering if he had made the right choice for his daughter.

"He just won't let me do any damn thing." Kalista let out a exasperated shriek and picked up the unloaded gun, "Daddy give me my clip,"

"Lissie, I won't let you commit murder," Chyren told her, "It's unbecoming of a lady,"

"Oh fuck a lady," Kalista shrieked as she snatched the clip out of his hand. "Get out of my damn way,"

"David!" Chyren called as he chased his gun wielding daughter down the steps.

David heard them both as they tore down the steps. He could only imagine what his little dysi hadn't gotten into now. He grabbed her by the waist as she tore down the steps.

"Be careful," Chyren yelled as she loaded the clip into the gun, "she's armed."

"Damn right I am, and I'm also not a child and I've been shooting since I was 12. Get out of my damn way."

"Lista," his voice was soft like a lover's embrace, "give your father the gun."

Grudgingly she handed her father her pistol, "I want it back when I calm down,"

"I'm putting it away, where it belongs. You can have it back when you relax that temper of yours."

"Put me down David," she said quietly.

"Come love," he said placing her feet on the ground but still holding her around the waist, "Let's take a walk."

"I don't want to walk David," she said wrenching herself from his grasp, "I want to put a bullet in something,"

"You're so damn aggressive dysi," he used the Greek word meaning sunset, "you should calm the hell down,"

"You should bite me," she stuck her lip out.

David looked at the little firecracker that stood before him. Like her father she was tall, statuesque really. Too tall for most men to even dare, but to David, she was perfect. Like her mother she was curvy, thick is what most men would call it. She stayed in good shape, her stomach was flat and legs were tones. But she was full. He looked at her in this Catholic school girl outfit; plaid mini shirt, midriff white collared top, knee highs and even a tie he wanted to take her then. But she was to be with his best friend and to Adam he owed his life so he would never step to his girl.

"What's wrong Lista?"

"Adam, that's what's wrong?"

David closed his eyes, "The hell has he done this time?"

"What else?"

"Hard to narrow that down princess," he said, "the boy is always doing something."

"He wants daddy to take away my gun." She said softly.

Lista was scared of death. When she 11 she witnessed a gruesome sight, a man murdered before her, and while she never spoke of whom it was she said she would be damned if it happened to her.

"Oh dysi,"

"Don't do that David," she pushed him away from her, "I'm not made of porcelain."

"I know but he can be such an ass sometimes,"

"I know."

"So when daddy was putting bids out for my ass, why didn't you bid?" she looked him dead in the eye.

Sorry, couldn't help it. This just seemed so cool to me. Please Read and Review.