"No. Fucking. Way."
This was all the Latina come up as she stared at the sense before her. Rose Quartz engaging in courtship with own (literal) motherfucking son. Now Amethyst wasn't the type to peep on people, especially during their moments of intimacy, but whenever the man who grew up with you for over 6 years, and are current screwing starts locking lips with his own mother, you got to take a couple double takes at the scene just to understand what's going on. She could have sworn Steven that had a strong dislike for his own mother. Hell, she could say he pretty much hated her. Just what in Jesucristo name happened for there to be this kind of turn? Did she even want to know? Hell yes!
"Oh Steven, you sure know how to make a woman fell love." The pinkette said as she cradled herself in his lap, continuing to plant kiss all around his chest. The Adonis of a young man didn't say a word as he kissed the crook of her neck, holding his dirty little lover in his arms, as groom would a bride.
The worst part of the scene was the fact Amethyst wasn't all that surprised by the whole thing. She was all familiar with Rose and her "motherly" love. It was the whole reason she got fired. Amethyst remember that day she pulled up slowly in her black limo. After having the sight of a .22 magnum pistol pointed her temple, she was "persuaded" inside. The straight-faced Boss sitting across from her stayed silent, and she dared not speak herself, fearing anything she said would become her last words. When they finally stopped, she couldn't tell how long they have been driven around [seconds and minutes kinda bleed together when you stared death in the eyes, nor she knew where they were. She remembered being escort by Rose, as well as a bulky gentleman in a black suit with a pink under shirt and trimming, inside an abandoned warehouse. Rose wore an all-black dress. They ended up in a small empty storage. Rose's finger never left the trigger. Amethyst was beyond scared shitless.
"Smiley, you may leave for the day." She said unto her bodyguard.
"A—are you sure, my Diamond?" At least she wasn't the only one.
"Yes. You have more than fulfilled your services today. Besides, can't have you witness anything that happens beyond this point."
"As you wish. A Diamond is Forever."
"Unbreakable, and luxurious."
He left, giving a glance of sympathy at Amethyst. "Be sure to locked from the outside."
"Yes, my Diamond."
The steady footstep receded away the door, until she could no longer hear them.
"Before you get any ideas. This a soundproof room."
Dry Ice froze in the pit of her stomach. The sharp tap of Rose's heel was like a tick of a clock, and Amethyst was feeling every movement she made was in slow-mo.
And she still didn't move her finger away from that damn lever.
"Amethyst."
"Yes, Ros-."
CRASH!
The results of the sound of thunder was a hole in the wall right behind the whiter-haired woman. A tuff of her silk like hair fell at her feet, but she didn't take her eyes of the smoking gun that was aimed squarely at her. Resulting in her dropping down to her knees, almost convulsing in fear.
"Diamond! You will speak to me with respect you, miserable dog!"
"F-forgive me, my D-diamond."
"Oh, there is no forgiving you."
"Please. I-I'm sorry if I did anything to offend-"
CRASH!
"IF?! IF you offended me?! You. CRASH! Fucked. CRASH! My. CRASH! Son! My baby. CRASH! My only child. The only ball a pure of light I have left in this world. And you taint him with you disgust mitts. CRASH! Bitch, I will bury your "IF" sorry ASS!"
CRASH!
CRASH!
CRASH!
'God did she ever run out bullets?!'
"Try Again. Or I'll make your life a living Hell to the point you'll end your own pathetic life."
Amethyst couldn't get any air to just stay in her body long enough to say anything. She looked around her, the floor was littered with ricochet and bullet holes. She plead with God that this was a dream. Or at least some sort of sick joke at expense.
"Don't test me. When your Master tells you to speak. You speak, fucking dog."
"M-my. D-diamond. Please, I-I don't want to die."
"And yet, you come into my home. And think you come and take things that don't belong to you? Did you believe I wanted that?"
"No, my Diamond!"
"Then why should I such kindness?" Amethyst could feel the heated metal press into her scalp. "Just give me one good reason and maybe I won't kill where you are."
Amethyst body shook with the violence of an earthquake. Sweat careened down her body, as if they too fear for their wellbeing.
"Because… B-because… I-I…"
She fired another warning shot.
"Tick. Tock."
"Because Steven loves me!"
"…"
All Amethyst could think at that moment was about that night, and how it got her into this mess. And a smile suddenly appeared through her fearful grimace. "He loves me, Rose. And I love him. His charisma. The way he isn't a pompous asshole. Although he is wealthy, he tries to live modest. He'll come in sometimes while I'm cleaning and give me breaks as he finishes what left of the room. He'll listen to me talk. The sweetest boy I ever met, and I'm thankful I got to watch him grew into his own. Unlike some of us here."
"First, I'd be careful about taking shots if I were. I'll admit that did some emotional damage. But if you haven't already noticed I got more shots I can fire back."
"Message received. My diamond."
"Second, you not supposed to love her, you supposed to work for him. You are not deserving of his love. If anyone should receive his love, it's me, goddamn it."
"W-what?!"
"You heard me. Me, and not your fat ass. He should love me and only me. You think you can take him out from me?! I loved him first. He's my baby. I gave him his first sensation of pleasure. You are nothing. Nothing more than a common whore on the street. And I should throw your ass bad out there, you are fucking tramp."
"It was you." Amethyst said in shock. "Those reoccurring nightmares he has about a woman kisses him. Touching him, even though he said no. IT WAS YOU!" The once fearful coward found the strength to back up and stomp towards her torturer. She cared not about the weapon in hand. This was no longer a matter about your life. It was about Steven's. "You sicko. How could forced yourself on your OWN son?! Did you know he used to cry for years over those horrible dreams? He couldn't sleep peaceful unless one of us was there with him. No wonder you couldn't be bothered to be in your son's life. Too much guilt eating at you?! You are a fucking PEDO!"
Rose straight-faced the whole rant, but her gun did lower. "I wouldn't be so high and might, Amethyst. I can say the same thing about you."
"He's 16, and I gave him a choice. You forced herself on a 10-year-old."
"11. No amount of "sorry"(s) will ever take away what I did. That I understand. However, if go back and change everything, I would. And the first thing I would change would be hiring you, so it would make killing you so much easier."
"You wouldn't kill. You know how much it would hurt your son. And may be a rapist, but even I know you wouldn't purposely hurt him, would you?"
When that pistol returned to her forehead, Amethyst glared didn't drop for a fraction of a second."
"You sure about that bitch. You know too much as it is? How do I know you would go to the cop about me and the Diamond Authority?"
"Nothing. Nothing but your son, Pink. What about you? Which more important to you; The Mafia or your son?"
The Staring Contest was a deadlock. Time slowed for the two as each weighted and reflected on their decisions and resolve.
Click?
"Lucky bitch." Rose stepped off in a casual grace. "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works…"
"Crazy how a succubus knows the Bible."
"It means you're not dead because I run out of bullets. Not because of your fantasy view of love. You have a month before I come back to try again. If you are gone out of Steven's life before then, you will be spared."
"So, you're firing me."
"I like to call it, 'relocating'. You will still be pay handsome, since have 'information' we like stay between you and the D.A."
"I want a raise."
"Don't test me."
"You forgot about the information I have on just you."
"Fine have your crummy raise. Now get in the car before I pistol whip you to death."
"Fine."
"It goes without saying but don't mention any of this to Steven."
"Okay. But I'm doing this for him. Not for you and don't get it twisted."
Rose began blush to as she had another request.
"Amethyst?"
"What is it this time?"
"How was he?"
'You sick, sick, sick, woman…
"Flunitrazepam and Viagra?! Why the fuck is this in the liquor cabinet?" Amethyst ponder as she stealthily wondered through the large summer home's various drawers and cabinet, hoping to find something on Rose and Steven, while said duo were at an ultrasound. Amethyst was barely used to the idea that Steven were having a child, but she didn't blame him, nor did she hate the new life growing inside because if push came to shove, then would help Steven with it through thick and thin. But right now, she needed to finish piecing together why was there "Roofies", alcohol and Viagra all stored in the same place. She also needed assistance from some "former associates".
"Harold. It's me, Amethyst. Yeah. I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. Listen, I need you to get me in contact with Yvette and Beatrix. Yeah. Tell them it's about Rose."
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