When Rose encounters Mafia leader Luka Pierre, her life spirals. From sex, love, drugs, guns, racists. Follow along as Rose struggles to find her way into her new foreign family. Chocolate & The Sinner.
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I fucked up and I fucked up bad. I assume it was due to the fact that I was actually physically fucked up.
I woke up in my apartment.
How did I get back here?
I was sprawled out on the carpet, stretching my arms and back. In my living room, as my brothers hung half on, half off the couch lifelessly.
My head was pounding like a bitch. As much as I tried, I could not piece it together the rest of last night. I recall drinking when I first arrived, my brothers dancing with some girls, seeing a man, another man approaching me as we smoked.
Anything before or after that was a blur, and still, I feel as if I am missing some pieces to the puzzle.
In the back of my mind, I wondered if I had sex with someone. Was I safe? Was it the man? I began to flood my mind with questions when Rashad began stretching out of his sleep.
He groaned as the headache seemingly overpowered him.
"Fucking hell." He mumbled, grasping a hold of his head.
His eyes met mine and he frowned.
"The fuck happened last night?" He questioned.
"Wish I could tell you." I frowned, I don't think I had ever been that fucked in my life.
"Maybe Rakeem will know something when he wakes." He shrugs.
He gets up, walking past me to the washroom.
"Oh, my fuck." Rakeem's uncomfortable groans fill my ears.
Turning towards him, I let out a low chuckle. He definitely did not remember anything either. The fact that none of us had any memory of the events that occurred last night concerned me.
What did we do? Was it illegal? Did we even do anything at all? Where are our cars? Who took us home?
Rashad made his way back out of the washroom, his eyes were low and his hair messy. Rakeem looked just as fucked, and if I was not their sister for twenty-two years I would not be able to identify who is who.
"We have to figure out how we got home." He sighs.
I could tell he was frustrated. But I understood because I was equally as frustrated.
Why could I not remember anything? Did I really push myself that much over my limit?
"For one let's check the garage for our cars, if not maybe we Uber'd back and left our cars at the club," I tell them.
"Good idea. You check, I'll stay my ass right here." Rakeem says turning over, I could see the longing for a deep slumber in his eyes.
Me too Keem, me too.
Rashad picks up a pillow, colliding it with Rakeem's head.
