Your reviews make my day, for real though! :) This chapter is short but, I hope the content is good.
arielle:Yea! Lol :) It was so funny writing that.
HueyFreemanForPresident & StanMarchxKyleBrowflowskiLuv : Riley's off his rockers! Hmm, maybe he'll do something, maybe he won't :)
Kendrickthemorningstar: Huey always has something up his sleeve. lol
.xox: Riley sounded so serious, though..lol Hmm, Huey is just being Huey. He only sees it his way of course.
treblegirl1: I really did try to tone Caesar down since I made him seem like a pedophile. lol. Cindy may be bitchy, but she does have her points...when she doesn't let her hating cloud her vision. lol
bunnybabe247: Huey's motives at this point are a little sketchy. Is it because he feels something for Pheonix? ... :) Just a little thought. Unfortunately Cindy is disrespected because she's a girl, but not any kind of girl. A tomb boy type of girl so they treat her just as shitty as they treat each other. Hmm, is Huey softening up?
Che Black Diamond: I swear, your comments are so hilarious! Every time I read them you make me laugh. Tine turner his ass...Omg xD I died. Yea, Riley renamed her. lmao. Cindy's going to be like that for a while, just preparing you. lol. Yay! I didn't fail. lol.
Jazavelli: Riley and Cindy are both messed up and will be for a while. Lol. You had me laughing on your sarcasm. But, yea Huey slipped up on that one. Letting him get messed up by her comment and then showing her. Yea it will be veryyyy long. At least 40 chapters :D
BananaMilkshake97: Hmm, will Cindy be the on to get it through his head? :)
Schweetpea1870: Aww, thanks! :D You'll see some 'acting', a little in this chapter. lol. The Freeman boys seem to have a strong gene of asshole running through them.
ShellieB: He's feeling it, girl! lol. Hmm, it takes a while to break through Riley's barrier. Or maybe Jazmine has a certain touch when it comes to people. :) You'll see, not in this chapter but in the next chapter. Jazmine is extremely innocent and a paradox. She hates their guts but would try to save them because she sees the good in people. It's weird.
mimi: lmao! I laughed so hard at this. Yea, Riley is going through rough times.
Guest: Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it :)
Here it is, Enjoy :)
Chapter 9: How He Works
"We're not children here. The law is – how should I put it? A convenience. Or a convenience for some people, and an inconvenience for other people. Like, take the law that says you can't go into someone else's house…I have a house, so, hey, I like that law. The guy without a house – what's he think of it? Stay out in the rain, schnook. That's what the law means to him."-Paul Castellano
"Where are you going?" Ceasar asked, his voice barely recognizable due to his mouth stuffed with food. He was snacking on some chips with the bag in one hand and his other hand inside shoveling through it.
I picked up my motorcycle helmet and hung the small backpack on both of my shoulders, tightening the loose straps. I smirked. "Getting a head start on my assignment."
He nodded his head knowingly and went to turn around but paused to look back at me. I shook my head preparing for what would come next. As if on cue, a sly smirk spread across his face. "Tell Vanity I said hey."
I chuckled lightly before turning around to head towards the door to the garage. "You might get to say hey to her in person if things go my way." With that, I left.
But not before hearing Caesar boast. "Oh, shit! My nigga Cairo said he got some game?!"
My arm extended to turn the light switch on, revealing four different vehicles in the four door garage. I smirked when my eyes rested upon mine and I headed towards it.
A Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14.
This isn't just any regular old motorcycle. It's the motorcycle. All bike lovers or vehicle enthusiasts would understand what I mean. It's the fastest and most powerful motorcycle that has ever existed. Well, heh, technically it's illegal in the United States... But whoever listens to laws? Back to the motorcycle. It was all black with highlights on a burnt orange streaking through it. On the right side of the vehicle, in white paint, the word "Ninja" was inscribed. Everything was sleek and neat. Just like my personality. Nothing was going to scratch this bad boy.
I got on it, swinging my left leg over the seat and adjusting myself until I was comfortable, and started the engine. With the click of a button, the garage door opened and I put on my helmet. With one last grin, I revved up the engine and zoomed through the streets of the vast vegetation and mountainous hills. Here's the thing about the ninja. A car takes about an hour to get to Wood Crest. A regular motorcycle takes about forty minutes. The ninja? Takes about twenty-five minutes. Tops.
Twenty minutes later, I slowed my speed to the legal limit as I entered the downtown scene of Wood Crest. Skyscrapers invaded every other block, the night life and clubs were in the midst of its glory, and people crowded the sidewalks as they walked to their various destinations. It was like the little sibling of New York City down here. What I came here for wasn't to see the giant buildings, the idiotic acts of hedonism, or to be shoved rudely by the pedestrians. No. What I came here for was to see my teammates.
Sensei Daichi was his name. He was a famous martial arts teacher who taught some of Japan's finest most renowned fighters. We were amongst the ones included. We all grew up together, absorbing all of the knowledge he gave to us and throughout our training we became lifelong friends. No something stronger than a loose label such as 'friends' Family, honestly. We graduated and got the same tattoo on the inside of our wrists once we passed the rigorous training of Sensei Daichi. It was black and looked like a fiery sun with razor blades running along the inside of it. When we turned 18, we decided to head to the United States for better opportunities and that's where we disbanded. Unfortunately, our master was brutally murdered by an evil rival. When word got around to us, we decided to avenge his sought out his killer and made them suffer. I guess that's why I'm so adamant and eager to see the downfall of Cairo. I know exactly what Huey's going through as of now. I've faced losing a loved one to a demented murderer. When I was young, Sensei Daichi adopted me from an orphanage and treated me like the son he never had. I know how it feels to go through all of the anger and angst over taking down the killer. Ever since then, the team decided to support each other whenever the time presented itself. And well, I need help in destroying Cairo. What better assistance would I have than my long-time companions? No one.
My teammates were coming up shortly. I turned down our alley way, where we traditionally met, and I saw them there waiting for me. I took off my helmet and was bombarded by a bone-crushing hug from the only female member of the team.
She goes by the name of Vanity.
Her long hair was dyed a fiery hot pink color, resembling the rebellious cousin of a Sakura Blossom tree. Skin was as white as milk and smooth, showing the strong characteristics of Japanese ancestry. Her eyes looked like two endless light blue wide swimming pools. Rare and unusual, she was. No matter what, she would stick out like a sore thumb. She always has.
"Hiro-kun!" She exclaimed cheerfully as she held me in her death grip.
"Vanity, I need to breathe." I managed to say through strangled gasps of air.
She let go and let out a ditzy giggle before sheepishly saying, "Oh, wow...Sorry."
"Stupid wench." Muttered the individual of the group who lacked the most manners.
Roku. He was crude, blunt and did as he pleased. Disrespectful towards all walks of life. Women, children, and hell he's even cursed out a few nuns I'm sure. He doesn't discriminate. Everyone can get a lewd word from him. He's very rambunctious and possesses a fiery temper. Anything and everything would get him pissed off and he showed it through his fighting. He stood at about 6'0, being the tallest of the group, and long black hair he would keep tied in a low pony tail.
The cigarette he was smoking hit the floor and he stomped the fiery embers out with his shoe. "Let's just get this over with. I'm missing out on some ass for this little...get together."
Vanity pouted. "I'm sure you can go one night without having sex."
He growled and folded his arms in discontent. "No one asked you, whore."
And the bickering began.
The quiet one of the group, Kiyoshi, looked on in amusement as the other two started an insult war. Roku barking harshly in Vanity's face while Vanity replied innocent, but smart ass, remarks. Kiyoshi is the definition of deceitful. Anyone who took a look at him would think he's a weak, humble man. But, oh how he proves them wrong. He'll go from friendly to deadly in a split second. It's always the quiet ones...Vanity and Kiyoshi are siblings, so he had the same blue eyes and pale skin as her but maintained his natural black hair color.
It's good getting back with the group I thought to myself appreciatively.
Once I came back to reality, I cast away any traces of humor and my facial expression showed the seriousness of the issue at hand. I cleared my throat before speaking.
"Alright, this is what I want done..."
On the top of a random building, I was able to see a clear view of the inside of Cairo's penthouse through a pair of high-tech binoculars. Inside, the rooms were dimly lit but I was able to see everything when I turned on the night vision settings. There was the living room and kitchen in plain sight but the rest of the apartment was a mystery to me.
Vanity was dangling from the penthouse building, which overlooked a large lake. This was beneficial for us because people wouldn't notice a suspicious figure on the side of the building. In her pocket, she was fiddling with a tool and brought it to the glass window. She drew through the tough glass and made a circle big enough for her body to get through it. Gently, she removed the glass and placed it back in place when she was inside the penthouse.
"I'm inside" Vanity's voice whispered through the communicator.
I pressed the button on the side of the communicator before I spoke. "Alright. Look for any papers of valued information. I know he has something planned and we have to find out what it is." I released the button only to receive static.
"Roku? Are you in position?" I asked.
"On it right now. I'm about to ring the doorbell in 3-2-1." A muffled ding-dong sounded in the background. "Done" He replied.
"Vanity! Go into the linen closet. It's to the left of the kitchen" Kiyoshi's voice said hurriedly as he was looking over the blue prints of the penthouse from inside the parking garage. "I'm about to light up the vehicle now." He announced.
I saw Vanity disappear from the kitchen and Cairo coming from what I would assume would be his bedroom with an annoyed expression on his face, not pleased to be disturbed from his sleep.
"He's approaching the front door." I said.
"Vanity, go out of the closet now. Head through the living room and keep going straight. Make a sharp right turn and the first door on the left should be his office." Kiyoshi voiced.
I saw Vanity disappear from the living room as she walked towards the office.
Roku left his communicator on and I could hear the conversation between him and Cairo.
"What the fuck do you want?" An irritated Cairo yelled.
"Do you own a navy blue Jaguar with the license plate of CAI-2543?"
"Yes...Why?"
"Well, your car seems to be on fire."
"What the fuck?!" I could hear his distant voice yell as he began to run to see his destroyed car.
I smirked and chuckled in amusement. "Nice work Roku and Kiyoshi."
"Vanity, what do you see?"
"I'm looking now." She said, this time in her normal voice and I could hear her shuffling through cabinets. "Viagra? Isn't he like in his 20's? Looks like someone can't get it up." She giggled playfully.
"Stay focused." I advised coldly.
"Of course, Hiro-Kun." She purred.
I rolled my eyes and averted my attention to Roku. "Roku. What is he doing now?"
"He's in the car garage having a bitch fit. It's hilarious as hell! 'Oh, no! Someone burned down my car. Blah Blah blah' " He barked out coldly as he was laughing loudly.
"Does he show any signs of returning?"
"Nope."
"Found something!" Vanity's high-pitch voice yelled.
"What is it?" I pressed urgently.
"It's something about Don Dubois and how he has a certain amount of days before he gets thrown out if he doesn't find Jazmine. Also, there's something about going to whoever's next on the list...His name is-"
"He's about to come back!" Roku's anxious voice said.
"Bring the papers with you; now get the hell out of there!" I barked.
Within about 10 seconds, I saw Vanity dash out of the hole she created and placed it back in tact by putting special glue on it that would reassemble the glass. It's as if it was never touched. She leaped from the building and landed on her feet as smoothly as a cat would.
"Meet in the alley!" I ordered.
"Hn."
"Kk."
"Got it."
Is what I received.
I grabbed the communicator and binoculars then placed them in my backpack. Instead of going downstairs and walking, I just jumped from building to building until I reached the intersection of our alleyway. They all stood there waiting and Vanity held the paper in her hand.
"Here you go," She said as she gave them to me.
I scanned over them briefly before I put them in the backpack. I would give them to Huey later.
"Is that all?" Roku asked impatiently.
"Yes. I'm going to need you to do more things. I just wanted to be here for the first one. The more shit that happens to Cario, the better."
He looked at me with a blank expression. "Yea, yea, yea. I'm going now. Guess I'll have to find some bimbo in a bar. You coming Kiyoshi?"
Kiyoshi nodded and they walked out of the alleyway to go to one of the lively clubs.
A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked down at Vanity's short form.
"Looks like it's just you and me Hiro-Kun." She purred seductively.
I looked around and smirked at her. "I guess so"
"You know...I can't remember the last time I rode the ninja." She tilted her head innocently in an irresistible way.
My smirk widened. "Would you like me to refresh your memory? I brought two helmets."
She smiled brightly. "I'd love that!" She walked towards the motorcycle, getting on and putting on the helmet. Her hand rubbed the empty space in front of her and bit her luscious lid. I went over to place my helmet on and start up the engine.
"Hold on tight." I said before revving off towards the residence.
Bright light shown over the head of the bed and my eyes cracked open then my slender arm covered them so I could go back to sleep but it was pointless. I was already woken up by the striking light from the sun and let out an aggravated groan.
"I didn't know you had back dimples." A male voice said.
I turned around with wide eyes to the braided man smirking at me. The back of my shirt slightly rose a little due to the unruly motions I made during my slumber. I blushed and pulled it down, looking away from him. Without giving him another thought, I went to the bathroom and did my daily imprisonment morning routine.
A pounding on the door made me jump from the sudden interruption. "Aye, bitch! We got some news clothes for you to put on instead of those raggedy ones Cindy bought you. Open up the door."
Cindy? Who's Cindy? I pondered to myself. Then it dawned on me who it was and I smiled in my head. No wonder she calls herself 'C-Murph'. No one would take a so-called thug seriously that goes by the name of Cindy. I spit out the toothpaste in my mouth and thoroughly rinsed my mouth before opening the door.
His wild eyes looked at me and squinted before roughly shoving the skimpy dress towards me. My mouth dropped tremendously. What the hell is this?! It was barely a dress-more like a shirt! It was black and was slightly see-through from the bottom until it reached the, umm, that area. Thankfully it wasn't see-through on that area. Then I'd really have to watch myself around the creepy guy and the dreaded guy. In the back, the dress shredded up until it reached the lower back region. The end of the dress-don't even get me started on that. I'm hoping it will be able to cover my entire ass. Irritated eyes flickered on me because I didn't take the dress immediately. Instead I simply gawked at it in horror.
"Stop staring at it and take it!" He shouted at me with an agitated frown.
I looked down and snatched it before he could say anything else then shut the door forcefully before placing it on the granite bathroom counter but not without receiving some negative feedback.
"Who the hell do think you are slamming doors in my face?!"
I rolled my eyes and turned on the shower water.
"Bitch, don't turn on the water! I know you heard me."
I smiled a small smile and ignored whatever ranting he continued. I stripped out of my bed clothes and let the hot water engulf my body. Hot steam rising over the top of the shower. Reaching for the body wash and washing myself off. Washing my hair with the shampoo and conditioner provided. Standing in the shower more than I should to piss off my 'guy' outside the door. When I was finished, I grabbed the towel and dried myself off and stared at the skimpy outfit I would be forced to wear. What the hell is wrong with these people?
Eventually, I put it on. It took me a while but I swallowed my pride-or any traces of dignity I had left- and managed. When I came out, I saw the guy standing there highly aggravated.
"It's about damn time!" He barked at me. Suddenly he got a glint in his eye and looked me up and down. "Damn girl! You look fine a hell...Turn around for me"
I blushed and turned my face away from him, clutching my right elbow with my left hand. It wasn't the fact that a kidnapping criminal called me fine, therefore 'complimenting' me on my appearance. It was because I was embarrassed to be dressed up like a two cent hooker on the corner of the block. It made me very uncomfortable. This is completely out of my element. I wouldn't even dress this way for Cairo in public... So, to be exposed this way in front of them? Absolutely petrifying.
He came up towards me and my body tensed up.
"Come on, bitch." He grabbed me by the wrist, harshly, and led me out of the room.
"Since you wasted so much of my time, I'm going to make your first day as my girl hell." He paused for a second and smirked. "Better yet, I'll just let the rest of the crew do it."
I glared at him and this amused him even more.
"Look at you getting feisty. I like them like that." After he said this he licked his lips.
My face contorted to one full of disgust as he began talking again. "Listen here, bitch. You better make a good impression today and keep up with your role or imma be the first one to have fun. Well in your case, it'll be torture."
Without allowing me to react, he pulled me down a hall until we reached a room with a lot of chatter.
He stopped and turned towards me. "Let's see how you act." He put his arm around my waist and multiple goose bumps rose on my skin. His hands were so close to… My face flustered ferociously.
How disgusting! I don't want this creep touching me like this.
We came up to the living room and saw everyone there. Cindy was eating breakfast along with the dreaded man and creepy man. The boss was sitting in a chair reading a book. Even the woman from earlier was there, sitting beside him and reading her own book alongside him. My face heated up as I remembered the last time I saw her in her...condition. Although, I did notice that there was a new face. A woman who seemed rather…eccentric…with pink hair and dressed very provocatively. She was standing in front of the radio I listened to from before and was twirling and dancing around to an over-played pop song with an energy normal people did not possess 8 in the morning. Strange indeed.
"Riley, nigga. Look who decided to come out!" the dreaded boy greeted.
So my main tormentors name is Riley...
Riley smirked and the next action he did surprised and disgusted the hell out of me. He slapped my ass and held onto it firmly. "Well, you know Caesar. Bitches keep niggas running late...if you know what I mean."
"Actually, no he doesn't know what you mean." Rebutted the woman sitting next to the boss, not leaving her eyes away from the book she was reading.
The dread man got offended and glared at the woman. "Whatever...I gets the ass."
"Aww, Caesar it's ok. I'm sure there's a desperate girl who would want you." She said and the rest of the group started laughing, excluding the boss of course, while Caesar brooded.
"Hiro-Kun! Who is that?" The pink haired girl's eyes were glued to me.
The creepy guy looked up when he was called and waved it off. "That's Riley's"
To say I was appalled would be an understatement. 'That's Riley's' Since when did I become an object? I wasn't informed of this.
She came up next to me stared in awe and touched my face, I flinched at her touch. "She's so sexy... Hmmm…A little jumpy, but sexy!" She purred at me.
And just when I didn't think I could have any more...admirers.
Thank God for my bladder.
Most of my day has been spent around those evil people and my excuse to get out was sensible. It was a biological function every one needed to relieve, even a kidnapped innocent girl who is being violated by a group of horrible people. I really did have to go and was relieved to know that I remembered where the closest bathroom was.
When I finished, I exited the bathroom and saw the boss standing outside of my door.
His eyes were locked on me but they weren't vicious like they usually were. They were blank, void of any emotion and it crept me out. I wasn't able to tell how he felt or what he was going to do and that bothered me. After what happened last night, being alone with him was the last thing I wanted to do.
We were standing there for a good couple of minutes, locked on each other. His eyes scrutinizing me and mine vice versa.
This continued until he put his hands in his pants pocket. "You should watch your mouth, Cassandra, which you didn't last night. It could get you in a lot of trouble." He said before he walked away down the hallway, not towards the living room where all the vibrancy was but, in the opposite direction.
Chills went down my spine when he said my name-my fake name- so harshly and his words rang through my head.
You should watch your mouth.
It could get you in a lot of trouble.
I shrugged it off and walked towards the living room, this time remembering how to get there, but was pulled into a dark room by a rough hand.
"I've been waiting so long for this"
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ANNOUCEMENT.
For those of you that don't read my other story, I made the tumblr. It's in my bio and I'll give you the name below. It has previews, pictures of the houses/rooms and OC characters. Vanity, Roku, and Kiyoshi will be there. Just wanted to give you guys a visual.
Tumblr Name: daesffcomestolife
