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treblegirl1: Aww :D Thank you. I'm glad my updates excite you and that you liked the chapter. Hehe. The exchange between Riley and Jazmine seemed a little funny so I wanted include it.
mimi: Oh, lawwdd. I brought out the inner Medea in you. Lmao. Let me stop... You gonna see more cliffhangers though. Just a warning.
bunnybabe247: Lol! Hmm, maybe it might happen. As for Vanity, hell yea she's badass. Very strange, but cool.
xox: Riley is liking his "acting" a little too much. Lol. Cindy has her limits, now. She wants to stay in the group so she won't act up in front of everyone.
Jazavelli: Yes, I am crazy :)...You're right about Huey. He doesn't apologize like that. I hope this update will calm you. lmao. Sorry for making you go all over the place.
HueyFreemanForPresident: Riley likes his role as Jazmine's guy a little too much. lol
Kendrickthemorningstar: You'll see :)
StanMarchxKyleBrowflowskiLuv : Cause gangstas don't have feelings. lol
Che Black Diamond: You had me dying on Kim being a $100 hooker, though! :') Omg. You'll see who it is. Maybe she do need to get some midol...lol.
LovinHueyFreeman: I'm sorry! lmao. There will be more chapters on Hiro's ninja style along with cray cray Vanity. Aha! It's so funny that you asked that. I literally got into Avatar like a week ago because my brother watches it and got me hooked so I watch it on Netflix. If those names are in there, I didn't know. Lol. I just looked up male Japanese names and like Kiyoshi and Roku. Riley is the definition of rude,hahah Caesar, We'll get to him. I'll get more to everyone, don't worry. This is going tp be a long story, at least 40 chaps :D
ShellieB: lmao. You'll find out :)
Guest: Thank you! And neva that! I will not quit on this story, you have my word :)
kill everything: of course :)
Here's the next chapter! Enjoy.
Chapter 10: Don't Trust Anyone
"Things change now because there's too much conflict. People do whatever they feel like. They don't train their people no more. There's no more respect." - Aneillo "Neil" Dellacroce
A hand was covering my mouth as I was forced into a dark room. The only light I could see were the faint hints of sunlight coming through the black curtains. I was in shock by the swift movement and the moment the person let go, I screamed out as loud as I possibly could muster.
"Shut up, bitch." The familiar masculine voice said, although I couldn't quite put my finger on which it belonged to.
A loud stinging slap to the face sent me flying to the ground and silenced me. I tried to crawl away, but a hand grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me towards him. He rubbed the sides of my figure with his hands and stopped at my ass to squeeze it then began to rub himself on it.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle" He said, cooing in my ear. The two calloused hands flipped me over to meet his eyes, but instead all I saw were dark tinted glasses that shielded those mysterious eyes from my sight.
My eyes widened in horror when I looked up and saw the guard looking at me with eyes full of lust. The one who didn't talk to me when I needed help. The one who followed me around like a lost puppy everywhere I ventured. The one who seemed to have no traces of human emotion coursing throughout his body language or facial features.
Mr. Mute.
His rough hands roamed all over my body as he was sloppily kissing me and forcing his slimy tongue inside my mouth. He ripped my dress leaving me in nothing but my undergarments. He kissed my neck then bit into it with too much force, breaking the skin and making a small cut. I whimpered. He sucked on the wound, lightly grazing his tongue over it.
"You taste so fucking good." He groaned out.
With immense power, I lifted up my knee and slammed it into his groin area which caused him to roll over to the side of me holding it in pain. I ran to the door and began to clumsily open it but moved too slowly. The guard slammed it shut and lifted me up then slammed me into the wall, hard, forcing my legs around his waist.
He looked at me with angry, wild eyes and growled viciously. "You just messed up. You're going to get it even harder and rougher now." He began to unbuckle the belt to his pants and I tried my hardest to get out of his sturdy hold.
"Help me!" I cried.
"Stop it!"
"Somebody help me!"
"Shut up!"
I screamed. I kicked. I shoved. But I wasn't able to get out. And no one seemed to come to my rescue. His strength over powered mine and tears started to spill from my cheeks as I became desperate. He was inches away from removing my panties when...
When the bitch left, I took this as my opportunity to handle some important business. I was in my bedroom about to make a call but I couldn't shake off that feeling of paranoia. As if someone's ear was pressed against my door eavesdropping into something they had no business in. I shrugged off any signs of suspicion and made the call. After a few rings, the person on the other end of the phone call answered.
"Reezy! What's up my nigga?" The loud voice of Ed Wuncler III exclaimed.
From the background I could hear another person talking from a distance. "So, the iPhone made an app so you can actually make a damn call... Well, I'll be damned. Who's that?" The person shouted.
"Riley" Ed yelled, causing me to bring the phone away from my ear because of his brash voice.
"Oh, shit! Tell that nigga I said wassup." The voice replied.
Ed returned his attention back to me. "Ay, Rummy said wassup."
I rolled my eyes. "Yea, OK. Anyways, Huey being a gay nigga right now-"
"That's usual." Ed said bluntly.
I snickered. "True, true...But listen here. I need you to do me a favor."
"Sure nigga. What you need?"
"You know how my granddad was killed, right?"
"Yea, man. Your pops was cool" he said solemnly.
"Well we found the nigga who did it." I said.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Cairo." I said menacingly.
"That bitch nigga?! ...Man, we about to find the muthafucka and make him sleep in the ground!" He exclaimed.
"Now that's what I'm talking about! We on the same page... Unlike the niggas in the crew." I grumbled.
"What you mean?"
"Huey and the crew being slow when it comes to capping that nigga Cairo. They too busy waiting and doing mind games and shit but I don't got time for all that. I need some of your help to kill him myself."
"Aight. I'm down. When you wanna do this?"
I paused for a moment and thought about a good time. "One week. I want you to get your boys together and meet me outside of Cairo's hideout. I have to figure out where it is, but when I do I want them there. We need a lot of ammo. I don't care how many niggas I have to kill before getting to him but I will get to him."
"Aight, Reezy. Cairo aint gonna know what hit him when we get to him."
I glared at the wall. "I gotta go now. Get your men together and I'll call you back wanting an estimate." I ended the call and slid my smart phone into my pocket.
A smirk made its way across my face.
It's finally going to happen. Cairo will get what he deserves, and fast too. No one has time to be sitting around and waiting all this time when we simply need to just kill him and get on with our lives. Every day since Grandad got killed, I've been full of unleashed anger and I know how to release it.
Killing Cairo.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" An agonizing cry rang through the hallways from outside my bedroom door.
I turned towards my door when I heard the scream, caught off guard by the sudden unexplained disturbance.
What the hell?
I walked out of my room and followed the desperate pleas for help. They became louder and louder until I could hear them coming from the door I was standing directly in front. One of the multiple guest bedrooms of the house. I shrugged it off. Maybe it's just Vanity and Hiro fucking or something. They some nasty ass freaks and that bitch always has been crazy like that. I turned around and started to walk away until a loud thud sounded and the following terrified scream, not Vanity's, came out next.
"Stop it! Somebody help me! Stop!"
That's the bitch's voice! My mind registered.
I busted through the door, turning on the lights once I entered, and my eyes widened when I saw the bitch's previous guard trying to rape her. She was in her bra and panties while the guard was attempting pull down his pants and remove her underwear. I froze for a moment until I regained the feeling in my body and made my presence known by grabbing the guard from off of her and raising him up by his shirt. The girl fell to the ground shaking with widened eyes.
"You just fucked with the wrong type of people." I said slowly and deadly.
"Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same. How about this...You can have a go when I'm done with her." His head turned towards her direction and he gazed at her hungrily.
"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled. "You almost compromised us the mission and now imma let Huey deal with you."
He started chuckling and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Stop acting like you actually care. You don't even think Cairo should still be alive now but your brother is taking his sweet time. I'll help you out if you just let me hit that." He nudged his head towards the girl.
My eyes widened in the blink of a second at the information he was saying. The help are only given certain details this not being one of them. The only people who would know this would be the people inside that attend the meetings. How the hell does he know all of this?!
Then my eyes went back to their intense gaze. "How do you know that?"
He scoffed. "You act as if the members don't discuss about what happens in the meetings outside of the meeting room. We may be the security but that doesn't mean we're deaf."
"You not in a position to be a smart ass!" I lifted up my knee and struck him in his stomach. He grimaced and attempted to hold his injured abdominal but wasn't able to because I still had a firm hold on him.
"I'm going to die anyway. Might as well say whatever the hell I want." He managed to get out of his short breaths.
I've had enough of him. With that I let go of him and knocked him out with an uppercut to the jaw. It was enough to keep him down for a while. But not for long. Now that he's out, he needs to be watched...by someone we can trust. I texted Caesar.
Come to the second floor guest bedroom and make sure the knocked out guard stays supervised. We got a traitor. Don't ask questions just hurry up.
Within about ten seconds, I received a reply.
Caesar: On my way.
I sighed heavily. Aint this some bullshit. I turned to look at the girl. Somewhere during my short interrogation, she must have fainted from the unpleasant encounter with someone who was supposed to have been her protector. She was lying against the wall, head to the side and eyes closed. I'd have to get her somewhere safe, away from any disgusting niggas like the one knocked out cold on the floor. I went to pick her up by her legs then grabbing her torso, holding her out in front of me. Her head hit my chest and I felt her unconscious body tense from the unfamiliar touch and then relax.
Huey said he needed to do some business before he left abruptly from the business. That only means that there's one place he could possibly be. His office. I headed towards the office and barged in without any warning. This earned me with a furious look from Huey which turned to shock then even more furious when he realized I was holding the half-naked girl.
"What the hell are you doing?!...And why is she half naked?!" He barked at me.
I rolled my eyes. He was probably thinking I had something to do with her state, which means he obviously doesn't know me all that well. One, I don't rape girls. That has never been an issue with me. I stoop low on many levels but that will never be one. Two, even if I did I wouldn't be turn myself in and basically admit my guilt blindly… How stupid did he think I was?
"It wasn't me," I started and mumbled "you gay nigga" under my breath only for me to hear, then continued. "It was the guard." I finished.
He scrutinized me, still not believing the accusation. "Riley, I know you."
I was taken aback by this. Does he really think I would rape this bitch!? "Well, obviously you don't if you not listening to me!" I rebutted.
"So you're telling me one of the guards did this? I hire every single one of the guards. They have to get through me to get the job. You think I'd hire someone that would put our business in jeopardy?"
"Uhh, yea!" I said bluntly. "You always say not to be trustin' people. Why the hell you siding with this rapist nigga for?"
He let his serious gaze linger on me for a little while longer until he broke it and looked away. Then he looked back at me and let out a sigh, putting a hand on this forehead signaling aggravation. "What happened?" He finally gave in.
"I was in my room and I heard some noise from outside the hallway and followed it until I was outside the door of the second floor guest bedroom. I went in and found the guard that used to shadow her around trying to fuck her. He didn't though cause I knock him the hell out. Caesar should be there with him now making sure he doesn't escape."
My arms were becoming numb due to me carrying a human body around for about fifteen minutes. "This bitch is heavy." I complained. I sit her down in one of the chairs and she didn't budge from her unconscious state.
"Also, you need to tell niggas to stop talking about what's going on in the meetings. The guards be hearing that shit and wanting to use it against people." I said as I rubbed my shoulder, trying to get blood circulation flowing properly throughout my arm.
Huey's eyebrows creased in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"The nigga that tried to rape her was trying to negotiate with me. Saying something like he'll let me have a go with her and he'll kill Cairo for me since I want him dead now. Nigga seemed suspicious to me. How would he know that? That's what I asked him and it seems like he was hearing it from conversations outside of the meeting room."
Huey leaned back in his chair and folded his arm, expression still tense. "Go get the group here now and tell Cindy to get the girl some clothes...Some appropriate clothes."
"You the one who told us to act like she was my girl. You know my bitches aint on the classy shit."
He shook his head in disappointment and the palm of his hand touched his forehead. "Get her something that doesn't make her look like a prostitute."
"Whatever, nigga" I said.
With that, I walked out of the room to do what I was told.
I'll do what you want for now, Huey. Have you thinking I'm on your side and shit...But when it comes down to it, imma be the only one toasting to my successful attempt of Cairo's immediate but painful death.
"Where the hell are the files?!" I yelled into the phone.
"Man, I don't know Cairo. Last time I was over there, they were on your desk." Dewey said on the other line.
"Well, they're not here!" I screeched as I was shuffling through the various papers on my desk. Each time I came across a paper that wasn't the one I was looking for it made my blood boil.
"I don't know what to tell you, then..." Dewey said, trailing off.
"First, my fucking car is set on fire. Then, I can't find that important fucking paper...When I get to these fuckers they'll wish they never crossed my line." I grumbled loudly.
"Look Cairo, we need to stay on track. You don't need to get upset about stupid shit like that."
My eyes squinted. "Stupid?...You think that shit is stupid?!" I barked loudly over the phone.
Dewey was silent for a while until he coughed and began to recover from his error. "What I meant is that Jazmine is still missing. Having a fit in your office about a car you can easily replace and a paper you can't find isn't out there searching for her. If Dubois finds her, you gonna be in deep shit."
"We," I corrected. "No, we will be in deep shit Dewey. We came in this together and we'll leave it together if that comes to happen. That's why you my main nigga because we have a bond like that...Or am I mistaken?"
"No." He said lowly.
"I can't hear you!" I said impatiently.
"No." He said a little louder.
I smirked. "Good. Now tell me what you and the boys came up with so far."
Dewey seemed to be going through some papers. The sound of numerous papers slapping together came through the phone. "According to the note, it looks like the next person on our list is Xavier. Recently, he moved to a new location but we were able to find out where he is."
"Where is he at now?"
"He's in downtown Wood Crest. Not too far from where you are, actually, maybe a couple of blocks away. At a club named the Pilot Lounge near the new Chinese buffet."
I nodded my head. "I know where that is."
"Well, we shouldn't waste any more time so what time do you want us to meet up there?"
I put a hand to my chin, thinking for a while until I finally came up with an appropriate answer. "An hour."
"Alright. See you then." Dewey's voice said before I ended the call.
I sat in my chair brooding about how everything has been going lately. Thinking about Jazmine. Thinking about Don Dubois. Thinking about where my future stands in the mob business. Suddenly something on the television caught my ear. "21 year-old Jazme Dubois." My ears perked up and I looked at the TV, turning up the volume and giving it my undivided attention.
There was a middle-aged woman at the reporter's desk talking about my fiancée. "Jazmine Dubois, daughter of the notorious Thomas Dubois, has turned up missing. She hasn't been heard from in the past week. Here's Kelly with a word from the mother of the missing woman."
The screen went to the outside of the Dubois manor and Mrs. Dubois talking into the microphone. "We just want our daughter back. Please, anybody, if you have any information report it to the police immediately. It's so hard on us. She's our only child and w-we-w" She couldn't finish the rest of her sentence and the camera went back to Kelly.
"As you can see, the Dubois family is torn up over the disappearance of their beloved daughter, Jazmine Dubois. Back to you Tami."
The screen turned back to the woman from earlier. "Again, if you have any information about Jazmine Dubois's whereabouts, contact the police." The screen then switched to a picture of Jazmine. It was a picture of her on the night of our engagement. Her long strawberry blonde hair was straightened and flowing down her back with a beautiful gown accenting her petite figure. Her smile was beaming brightly. She looked breath-taking. Perfect. Full of joy and as if she was on top of the world. The picture seemed so happy and uplifting. The picture was misleading.
I tightened my fist and squeezed them until they turned white. Without hearing another word, I turned off the TV-sick of what I was seeing. It made me nauseous knowing that my angel was in the hands of filthy, corrupt men. She's mine and no one else's. I'm supposed to be her husband. I'm supposed to whisk her off of her feet and take her away. Not them.
Low growling erupted from my mouth and I threw my glass desk lamp against the wall, shattering it into a million pieces, not really caring about the mess I just made. I arose from my desk chair and changed from my bed clothes into business clothes then went to eat a small breakfast, not succeeding because my mind prevented me from concentrating on my food. All I did was stare at the food and think about Jazmine until my phone rang. It was Dewey and I answered it.
"What?" I asked curtly.
"Cairo, where you at?! We waiting for you." He said hurriedly.
Oh shit! I cursed mentally. All this thinking was making me lose track of time. I threw away my untouched food before I gave a curt reply.
"I'm on my way."
I could feel my body awakening upon unfamiliar material and my hand went to touch my head that was throbbing in pain. When I winced, I was able to feel the dried up tear streaks on my cheeks from earlier. It felt like I was in a chair. Comfortable yet sturdy. I opened my eyes to meet maroon ones and jumped up in surprise, yelping a little.
This didn't faze him one bit. His eyes focused on mine and I stared back at them.
Suddenly as if I remembered what happened, I covered myself and started to tightly hug the rest of my body as if the embrace was shielding me away from all evil in the world.
The hallway.
Getting snatched and taken in a dark, cold room.
Being groped and played with.
His revolting lips taking mine.
Him stripping me away from my clothes.
Him about to take away my purity.
Riley coming in to get him off.
Then blackness.
Now I'm here. It all replayed in my head and I tried to shake it out. My hands gripped the sides of my head. My eyes moistened again and I became petrified.
"What happened?" His voice asked, breaking me from my train of thought. It was startling. It wasn't cold like it usually was. It was monotone, but it wasn't harsh. Something I wasn't used to.
I gulped and shook my head before talking. "H-He tried to..." I trailed off as I couldn't finish the statement. For a while it was silent as I was trying to erase the horrid event from my head, but with no success.
"To what?" He pressed urgently.
I gripped the sides of my head again. "He tried to rape me!" I yelled, breaking down inside.
I didn't know what to do with myself. All of this is too much and I don't know how much more of it I could take. These people are ruthless, heartless, they have no soul. Too much negative energy surrounded them and it was sucking the life out of me, sucking my spirit, sucking my positivity. Destroying me slowly and taking away my peace of mind. I needed to get out of here. If some sort of miracle could come and rescue me from this living nightmare, no words or actions would be able to express my absolute gratitude. I looked up above me and closed my eyes, mumbling a quick prayer before coming back to reality.
The boss looked at me warily before asking me questions again. "Tell me everything."
My eyes widened and I could tell he sensed my uneasiness. He cleared his throat and re-worded his sentence. "Tell me what's comfortable with you."
I locked gaze with the floor and started to tell the story after taking a deep breath. "It was after you left me in the hallway...I was trying to find my way back to the living room when-when... he grabbed me. He took me into a room and... He almost raped me until your brother came in and stopped him."
I could feel his gaze intensify on me. "Who is he?"
"The guard." I said quietly. "The guard that used to follow me around." I added for clarification.
"Are you hurt?" He asked.
"No...I just have a headache." I said.
He opened a compartment to his desk and took out a bottle of pills then set it on his desk. He went back under his desk and grabbed a short water bottle that was nice and cold. He took out a pill from its container and grabbed the drink then handed it to me. "Here, take this." He said.
I mumbled a short "thank you" before taking it. I swallowed the pill and drank the water to ease it smoothly down, feeling the pill sliding down my throat. It was chilly and I could feel goose bumps rise on my skin. I held myself tightly and shivered as chills were running throughout my body. I could feel someone near me, which made me jump in fear still not recovered from earlier. Still jittery and unsure about every sudden movement. What I saw next surprised me and my eyes widened.
The boss was standing in front of me handing his suit jacket to me, leaving him only in his dress shirt and suit pants. It was startling and I froze for a moment.
"Take it." His gruff voice said, bringing me back to reality.
I averted my gaze from him and put it on; secretly loving the warmth I felt when it touched my skin. Of course I didn't allow him to see my appreciation with this so I just looked aloof and didn't pay him any attention.
It came back to my mind out of nowhere.
I could hear pieces of conversation between the guard and Riley before I passed out. One name stood out in particular. Cairo, and what Riley wanted to do to him.
"You don't even think Cairo should still be alive now but your brother is taking his sweet time."
"You don't even think Cairo should still be alive now but your brother is taking his sweet time."
"You don't even think Cairo should still be alive now but your brother is taking his sweet time."
Just the thought of someone wanting Cairo dead makes me sick. It makes my heart drop. What does Cairo have anything to do with this? Cairo isn't affiliated with any of this stuff...he promised me. But no one would want to kill someone over nothing, right? Unless they suffer from a case of coveting...But... What if he lied to me? What if he's in this illegal business after all? What if he's the reason why I'm here and not my father that I've blamed so heedlessly...I don't understand why he would lie to me. We're supposed to trust each other...Love each other, trust each other. Love each other, trust each other. Love each other, trust each other….That's what's supposed to happen...So why would he lie to me?
My eyes glared harshly.
"How do you know Cairo? What do you want with him" I asked coldly.
My mean-spirited tone obviously surprised him but he regained his composure. "That's none of your business."
I stood up and slammed my fists on his desk, then yelled at him with all the anger, sadness, and despair I accumulated over these last days. "It is my business when you're trying to kill my fiancée! It is my business if he's the reason why I'm here. Now, I'm not asking. You're going to tell me why and how you're affiliated with Cairo, damn it!" After letting that entire rant out, I was panting deep breaths and glaring at him fiercely.
What he returned was unusual yet still undermining. He smirked and looked at me in amusement.
"What the hell are you smirking about?!" I screeched, throwing my hands in the air out of frustration.
"I find it amusing how you think Cairo is such an innocent and kind person that does no wrong." He said without losing his smirk.
"It's because he is! Cairo is a good man on the way to becoming someone very successful. He's doesn't associate with...your kind" I said, adding disgust in my tone when I came to mention them.
"You really believe that?" He shook his head and smirked again.
"Yes!" I exclaimed.
"Well, you're a lot more idiotic than I thought you were if you don't know about what your husband-to-be really does for a living." He replies nonchalantly.
I gasped, appalled by his rude comment. "I'm not an idiot! You think I should thank you for kidnapping me and locking me up then bad mouth my fiancée?! You're the one who's the idiot."
"Hm." He started. "Let me tell you something about Cairo. He's a psychotic mobster who's marrying you only so he can take over when your father dies. Did you ever wonder why he and your father are so close when your father is so hard to trust people?"
One.
"Did you ever wonder how your father met Cairo? Everyone knows that he introduced the two of you."
Two.
"What about this...Isn't your dad a lawyer? Cairo wants to be a lawyer? I don't think they're really working on cases for their love of public justice."
Three.
"SHUT UP!" I interrupted him and could feel him soaking in the satisfaction of successfully getting to me. All of these notions he were placing into my mind made my head hurt. Theory after theory after theory. It was confusing...But it was sadly making sense. My heart was refusing to take any of this seriously but my logic was. I didn't know what to believe anymore. Was I just-
"You're too blinded by love to see Cairo for the monster he really is." Huey said, returning to his cold voice I've come to know.
"No, no!" I screamed, holding myself tightly again. "You're wrong" I whispered.
"I'm wrong? Let's see how wrong I am." He said as he was reaching for…
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You thought you were going to find out what Huey was reaching for, but you'll find out in the next chapter :D Preview will be up for the next chapter tomorrow on my Tumblr.
Until then :)
