Ummm, yea. I'm not even going to lie. I got out of this story and had huge writer's block until recently. This is honestly a tease and a very short chapter just so yall know that I am still continuing and interested in the story. The updates may be spaced out ( not as spaced out as this one) but the story is definitely continuing. I promise next chapter will be extra-long but enjoy this short filler chapter and wait for the juiciness to return later.

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Chapter 13: Another View

"Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you."
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars


What the hell was that?

There I was lying next to the last person I should be lying next to. I could feel the euphoric aura radiating of off Caesar and all I could do was stare at the white ceiling with my infamous emotionless expression. A part of me wanted to disappear underneath the jet black covers out of shame and embarrassment, but the powerful part – my unwavering pride – knew I had to act normal and brush the incident off as if it was no big deal. As if he was no better than the hundreds of subjects I encounter annually.

I took a piece of the thin, jet black covers and wrapped it around my body. I rose from the bed and gathered the sporadic pieces of clothing that belonged to me – not looking forward to my forthcoming walk of shame. Walk of shame indeed because the only person I should willingly sleep with now is Huey. He's intelligent, cold, and powerful – just like me. And Caesar is immature, perverted, and sadistically goofy. We're simply not on the same level anymore and the past is the past. Yet, in my moment of weakness, I seem to find comfort in him through meaningless sex. In conclusion, yes. To say a walk of shame is on the way would be accurate.

"Why are you covering yourself up," Caesar asked with a mischievous grin. "It's not like I haven't seen it before." He got up from the bed in all of his glory – the man has a lack of modesty – and opened the black case on his night stand. There was a single cigar and lighter in the black case. That's all it was. But to him it seemed like a prized possession with a light shining down on it from the Heavens itself. He lit the cigar and took a deep drag.

With a roll of my eyes, I ignored him and started to put on my clothes. The faster I seemed to try and put them on, the more stumbling and fidgeting occurred. Those couple of minutes seemed like forever and it didn't help that Caesar's voice decided to make itself known.

A trail of smoke became visible as he exhaled that cigar. He smirked contently as he continued, "Yea, that's that good shit. What a perfect way to celebrate a fuck like that. I've been saving this bad boy just for this moment." He began staring triumphantly at me and waited for my response.

I don't know what angered me more; the smug look on his face at his sight of me out of my usual character, or the fact that Caesar knew this would eventually happen and saved a cigar for the occasion.

My nostrils flared in aggravation and I glared at him with as much intensity and malice as I could muster. "Remember what the fuck I said. Don't tell any about this and don't think this is going to be a regular thing because…it's not." I huffed furiously as I did the skinny jeans dance to put on my pants. "This is never going to happen again." I said finally.

"Mhm," he said in a tone as if he didn't take my statement seriously, then shrugged his shoulders and took another drag of the cigar. "Guess you just can't handle all of this," he said gesturing towards himself as if he was someone extraordinary.

My arms folded across my chest and I continued to glare at him "Whatever." I turned around to leave but paused and looked back, "Remember. Don't. Tell. Anyone." I said with a strong, terse emphasis on each word.

I was about to continue to walk away, but was stopped by the surprisingly gentle voice of Caesar, "Wait…" He trailed off.

I sighed deeply, knowing that I shouldn't have done this because of the inevitable misunderstandings and unfinished business between Caesar and I that would arise. That it was only a matter of time before he becomes too attached like so many other foolish men do, knowing I could survive perfectly well without their existence.

"Yes?" I asked hurriedly.

He cleared his throat, "On the real, though. All jokes aside…What's wrong?"

My harsh countenance softened and my eyes looked everywhere but Caesar. Discomfort ran through my veins and for a second I let my guard down. I only said a second because before I knew it, my tough disposition returned and I rolled my eyes at his impulsive sincere concern.

When he was met with silence, he continued obviously figured out what was bothering me. "So the ice queen caught some deep feelings for Huey," he stated humorlessly.

For another split second, my usual superior expression faltered and was replaced with one full of shock but then I regained my original look and pretended what he said didn't just phase me. "Hmph. I don't catch feelings. It's not in my nature," I said nonchalantly then turned around and walked out of the room in a coolly manner.

Walking down the hall, I lost myself to my thoughts which was the last thing I wanted to do. I needed something to do, something to get my mind off of Huey with his sudden change in character and Caesar and I's 'what the hell was I thinking' fuck. Then out of nowhere, an idea popped into my head.

If Huey didn't blow me off because of this new 'project' he's invested his everything into, then I would've never slept with Caesar. The million dollar question is: What is Huey Freeman working on?

That's what I'm about to find out. I thought to myself undoubtedly. Before the end of my stay, I will know what's keeping him from being himself. Prove to him that he can confide into me about anything no matter the situation. I'm not any girl and should be treated with the respect I deserve. Hell, maybe I could give him some pointers. All I know is that when his guard is down, that brief moment, I'm going to search through his office and this time I will find something. Slowly, but surely, a plan formed into my head and I smirked in approval.

I give it two days – max – before I can figure out what all the secrecy is about.


We were on our way to the next person on our list, Monte Cortez, but my mind was elsewhere. It was away from this entire situation, away from Don Dubois, and even away from Jazmine,

It was on my career.

I don't think anyone, besides Dewey, knows how much I worked for the position I'm in now. Originally, my uncle was not going to allow me to take over this business. Instead, he saw another man around my age that was just as talented, if not more, and always looked down on me for not being as good as this other nigga. He thought the sun shone out of his ass. Nothing he did could be wrong.

Nothing Freeman did was ever wrong.

"Cairo…"

Something - more like someone - was calling me out, and it was annoying the fuck out of me. Breaking me out of my internal trance, disrupting my important thoughts.

"Cairo, man. Snap out of it."

My eyes quickly glared towards the source of it. Dewey. The only nigga that could get away with words like that and still live to see another day. "What," I spat coldly.

He let out a heavy sigh, "Look, Cairo. I know this is a fucked up position you're in but you've got to stay focused. You've seriously been slipping and … well." He trailed off with uncertainty. The words were on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be said but pausing a moment before speaking the truth. Needing a nudge of my unruly impatience to break through.

"Say it," I hissed in a cold voice.

"You're letting all this shit get to your head," He said hesitantly. "You've changed man. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells when I'm around you. We're more of colleagues now than best niggas. I miss the old Cairo. I miss how you used to be man."

Deep down I knew he was right but I wasn't going to let him have that satisfaction. Knowing that shit was turning bad around me. I was running things now. I couldn't show weakness, no matter who it was. "The old Cairo wasn't good enough. You of all people know that. I worked my ass off to get this power. I'm not letting it go anywhere."

"And it won't," He reassured firmly. "You have everything Cairo. Everything. The money, the power, a fiancé. You're about to be the biggest mobster in the world when Don Dubois croaks. Your life is set nigga."

I closed my eyes and opened them in frustration. "And I got comfortable with that Dewey, I thought I was invincible. Maybe let my guard down a few times. And started to be the old Cairo again. Well, look where that shit got me!" I bellowed and was met with silence so I continued. "Jazmine is somewhere being tortured by these sick fucks. Don Dubois wants my head served to him on a platter. Only God knows what type of shit I have to in order to get back on his good side. And my uncle... I'm not going to repeat the shit he said"

"Freeman" Dewey stated knowingly and I nodded my head slowly.

"Nigga, Huey is somewhere mourning his grandfather. Your uncle doesn't know what he's talking about if he still thinks Freeman got the best of you...All I'm saying is that you need to straighten up man. Or you're really going to lose what you worked so hard for. And it won't be Freeman's fault this time. It will be yours."

His words went in one ear and out the other as I looked out the window and the car stopped at the destination. It was time to get business. I had to stay focus and do things according to how Don Dubois handles things. I came too far to go back.

For myself.

For my uncle.


I woke up in an unusual setting. It was familiar, but not what I was used to waking up in. The couch was soft and plush, deceiving the uncomfortable-looking exterior. My head lifted only for me to feel a slight shrill pain in my neck. The result of sleeping on it the wrong way.

In the middle of absorbing my surroundings, my eyes widened and a short gasp escaped my lips. I looked over and saw the boss looking down at papers on his desk in stern concentration.

Thank God, wherever you are.

I was back and she was gone. I hate her so much. More than anything else in this world. She's the devil in an angels' costume. I didn't understand. She hasn't come out in years. The last time she came out so powerfully like that was before before before … that accident…before my parents sought help. It was the worst but last time I saw her, but now she's come back and – and I let her.

It's my entire fault. If only I was a stronger person. If only I could handle tragedies in a sane manner. But the truth is, I can't. How ironic is that? The daughter of the most powerful mob boss – the almighty lion, king of the jungle - is as weak as a lamb.

Slowly, I raised from my laid out position on the couch as not to agitate the sensitive area in my neck. I felt his eyes on me and I couldn't look him in the eyes as the tears silently rolled down my cheeks.

I just didn't care anymore.

This was my amazing twisted grace. For so long I was blind to this world of crime and psychopaths that surrounded me, so dangerously close and dear to me, but he made me see what was right in front of my face all along. He kept my eyes opened with pins and forced me to watch my living nightmare.

I was going to marry a monster. My father knew I would marry a monster. If this is the man my father wants me to marry, then what type of person is my father?

My eyes shut tight in rage. Fiery, pitiful rage. Jaw tightened, teeth clenched, Forehead vein popped out. It was mostly sadness that took over previously, but it's starting to lose its extreme power struggle with rage.

I grabbed the lamp that was on the night stand and threw it to the ground, in an emotional tantrum-like manner.

I ignored the boss's protests and threw the couch cushion across the room, which hit one of the frames on the wall and made it come crashing down. A mix of glass shattering, my angry screams, and angry protests from the boss pierced the air. Whatever my fingers could get their hands on found it flying through the air meeting its untimely doom.

It wasn't until rough, warm hands grabbed me – more like pinned me down against the wall - and dark maroon eyes glared at me. That's when my breakdown ceased.

"Calm the hell down," His angry voice rang through tight lips. His grip on my arms tightened with every word he said.

"T-Thank you," I mumbled looking him in the eyes weakly. Tears were still falling without shame as I looked him in his eyes. His grip loosened and my arms held onto him.

A flicker of confusion ran through his eyes as he looked at me in astonishment. He was really in shock when the arms that were formerly bound slowly embraced him. I could feel his body stiffen at the unexpected endearing touch. My tear-streaked face rested against his firm chest.

"Thank you for letting me see."


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