ᴀssᴇʀᴛɪᴏɴ (On Hold)

Chapter 17

Viridian didn't open the door until she left the next day.

The babe had spent the whole night thinking. Tristan was bluffing...right? She grew up with the nigga and she knew him in and out. In fact, aside from the twins, she knew him best. She knew he could be crazy after all he beat up some boys when he was just eight years old because they were teasing Danica and playing with the hem of her princess dress. In his words then, they were going to naked her and Nica was crying.

Also, if Tristan said he wanted to do something or wanted something done in a particular way, nothing on earth could change his mind and he could be hot-blooded and cold-blooded at the same time.

Luckily for him, Viridian was a white-blooded individual, that is, a docile person whose nature was to avoid trouble or violence. She was the water to his fire and she helped reduce the embers of his anger.

The twins were air, going well with Tristan who was fire as they all complimented each other's personalities. When air meets fire, it becomes dangerous just like the twins and Tristan put together.

Meanwhile, Danica was earth. For example, air breathes into earth which in turn brings life to earth and it protects the earth against harsh rays. When the wind is strong and things are being carried away by its fierceness, the earth remains unshakable proving it can withstand the tempest just like how Danica could stand in between the twins unfazed while others feared them.

Viridian ignored Tristan who just sighed and watched her as she left his house.

On her way home, she called her best friend. "Dan, are you at the shop already?"

"No," her best friend sniffled and Viridian frowned.

"Dan? What's wrong, why are you crying?"

"I broke up with the twins." Danica wailed.

"What, why? Are you doubt–?"

"NO! Leon cheated on me. He got a bitch pregnant and Keon is supporting him," Danica was crying loudly now. Viridian was surprised but she knew they couldn't talk about it while she was walking on the road but she was ready to kill a bitch for ruining her friend's happiness.

She heard Danica slurp down something before she continued crying. "What are you doing?" Viridian was confused.

"Eating ice cream," Danica mumbled. "I'm on my way. Don't finish it, let's eat it together so we can cry and insult them together."

"Okaaay," Danica sounded like a baby before she hung up the call.

Viridian hissed and walked faster, thinking of ways to kill the twins, Leon especially.

As she cornered a quiet street, she didn't notice the van approaching her or the men that jumped out of the van.

She was so lost in her thoughts about Tristan and now dead Mike, Danica, and the twins when the men reached her from behind and used something to block her air pathway.

"Mmmfh!" Her scream came out muffled before she breathed the chloroform struggling for a few minutes before blacking out.

Shit was the last thing that came to her mind.

When she woke up, her hands and feet were tied, and was sitting on the floor with her back to the wall. The room was quite dark and the walls cold especially the one her back rested on. She was only putting on a tiny singlet and high waist truffle skirt so it only made the coldness on the wall seep faster into her body.

She groaned as she squinted her eyes trying to shake away the migraine.

"Boss, she's awake," she heard someone say.

A deep chuckle reached her ears and she saw someone's finger raise her chin.

"Black's woman."

Viridian was confused. She was still trying to come to terms with where she was and this man was calling her Tristan's woman.

That was when she realized she was in a torture room with about three to four men as they all stood at ease strapped with heavy ammunition. She looked up at the man in front of her who was smiling wickedly at her, this brown nigga looked like he just won a trophy or some'ing.

"What is your name, beautiful?"

"Aminat," Viridian lied through her teeth and the man laughed.

"You have just proven to me that I can not trust you. Viridian, do you know why you're here?"

"Firstly, I don't even know who the fuck you are or what you want, you can't expect me to wanna win your trust, and secondly, am I here because you think I'm Tristan's woman?" She said the last part more to herself.

"I think? Young lady, are you telling me you don't know you belong to him?"

"I'm not his woman but what did he do?" She asked instead. Tristan was still her friend regardless of whatever the dipshit told these people and because Tristan was a tech guy, she wondered if he must have messed with the wrong set of people.

Before he could answer, her phone rang inside her bag. Someone plucked it out and passed it to the man in front of her. With his right hand, the man pressed the cold end of a gun against her forehead as he used his left hand to pick up the call and put it on speaker.

"Vee..." The voice she was angry at but was happy to hear at the moment spoke. This same voice was what put her in her present predicament and if she survived, he was in for a long ride.

"Don't call me, I'm with Mike," she said immediately and of course, Tristan knew that was a lie because she knew he killed the nigga.

"That's a lie V, where are you?"

"You and I both know how much I want Mike, you have no choice in this." She spoke again, voice shaky as the cold metal pressed harder against her forehead.

"What the fuck are you saying, you know damn well that I ki–"

"Your necklace, I'm going to keep it," she rushed her words not waiting for him to finish talking, hoping he got the clue and she continued speaking silently begging the holy trinity and the seven archangels to help her. "Tristan, You need help, you and I know I been taken long ago so forget me and don't look for me."

Tristan kept quiet before he breathed out loudly. "Fine, fuck you." Then the call ended.

"Trouble in paradise?" The man arched an eyebrow.

"Did he tell you that we're together? I'm just his friend so please make your findings." She pleaded and the man tilted his head in confusion.

"Is it the other one? Did you take the wrong person?" The man asked the people behind him.

"No boss, she's the one. You just heard her rejecting his love, this bitch trynna confuse you." One of them replied.

"Please don't kill me, I'm not the person you want." She begged.

"Oh, don't worry. I won't kill you." The man removed the gun from her head and stood upright, an evil glint in his eyes as he twirled the gun in his hand before he spoke striking double fear into her heart.

"I'll sell you to a whorehouse, let him see his precious goods on display in the market."