After Parisa and I got out of the shower we laid down cuddling for a while. She told me how she felt when she saw me kissing the girl and I explained to her it was just a kiss and I didn't feel anything.
Her soft cheek is pressed against my chest while tracing some of my tattoos, "what does this one mean," she asks pointing to the angel tattoo with October 22, 2020, underneath it.
Softly rubbing her back I tell her, "my ex-wife, Hazel's biological mom was a few months pregnant. She got upset with me and went to get an abortion as revenge," she sits up and looks at me, "I'm sorry," she says.
"It's okay. Nothing I can do now, she made me get the tattoo. A dead baby is a dead baby not my concern anymore," I lean up kissing her cheek and she lays back down on my chest.
"What about that one," she points to a skull.
"Something of yours Imma bash in if you don't follow through with this plan," I say jokingly.
She laughs nervously.
"What does the tattoo on your back represent," I ask before kissing the top of her head. Her hair smells so fucking good. "Um... I got it when I was 17. I was in a friend group and they all jumped me," she answers continuing to trace my tattoo-covered chest.
"What's their names? I'll make them regret what the fuck they did," I respond.
She tells me the names and continues, "but they're not worth the bullet or stress."
"Who says I'll use a gun," I'll get them later on.
I love everything about this girl.
The small tattoos.
Her beautiful thick hair.
The chocolate brown eyes.
Her curves.
The things she's insecure about; are those beautiful stress marks that design her body like no other.
"Knock! Knock! Are you decent brother," Adam opens the door not caring about if I want him in here or not.
Thank god both Parisa and I are clothed... which isn't the case when we're in bed most of the time. "Adam I didn't tell you to come in my room," I bitch as he flops his nasty ass on my bed.
Parisa sits up in bed and so do I, "Ooo is this the fine piece of meat that was giving you that gawk gawk 3000," he asks holding his hand out to Parisa.
She shakes his hand and laughs. He pulls her hand up and kisses it, "I'm Adam. Le frère chaud." Translation: The hot brother.
"She doesn't speak French dipshit," I get out of bed and stretch my arms in the air with a yawn. "And a piece of shit elle me baise, pas toi, donc tu n'es pas si chaud, n'est-ce pas?" I laugh. Translation: She fucks me, not you, so you're not so hot, aren't you?
"English, please! If you're going to argue do it in English," Parisa giggles crawling over to me and getting out of bed on my side.
She wraps her arms around me and presses her chin to my chest, smiling up at me. I lean down kissing her forehead, "love you beautiful," I put forward.
"What happened to I love you? It's not love you," she says with an attitude.
"I love you!" I lean down even further kissing her plumped lips.
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I kissed Hazel and said bye to my brother. His wife is coming later own. And Parisa went to talk to her dad while I prepare everything I need to prepare in the warehouse.
Walking into the warehouse I see unrecognizable faces, but I assume my brother must have hired more professional people for the job as I told him to do.
I greet everyone while walking into the building, this is not at all the type of building I told my brother to get. I have to have a new building because Parisa's dad would expect something if Parisa told him to come to my buildings.
This building doesn't have the black walls that I specifically told my brother to look for. The only thing he did to write is have the more advanced guards I told him to get. I get a text from Parisa and I am still down at the metal table in the middle of the warehouse.
PARISA'S TEXT:
"Where the hell are you we're at the building?"
My heart drops when I read the text and I look around the building before responding, but Parisa spams me with text.
PARISA'S TEXT:
"BABY LEAVE!"
"LEAVE NOW!!!"
"DEAN. LEAVE!"
Not responding to the text I walk towards the exit. The door isn't opening. Damnit! Looking at one of the guards I yell, "why the fuck is the door locked?"
My phone continues to ding with text.
Suddenly I feel someone punch the life out of me in my upper back. The guard I yelled at pushes me and I quickly get up trying to fight back. Reaching for my gun, it's not there.
I feel a horrible burning sensation in my left calf and I scream out in pain immediately dropping to my knees. Reaching back at the pain I feel liquid, so I touch it and then look at my hand.
Blood.
Feeling someone kick me in my back I fall onto my stomach. Another sharp pain ends in my other calf and I let out another agonizing scream. I stop feeling the pain in my legs- I stop feeling my legs at all.
My body falls into shock and I was turned over to lay on my back.
Punches and kicks fall on my ribs and face by multiple blows from multiple men. My nose and other parts of my body start to leak blood.
Falling in and out of consciousness I feel a new pain each time, but I hear Parisa's cries and screams that make my heart cry. I feel her warm touch and her screams for help mixed with her dad's evil laugh. He's saying something, but I can't make it out.
All I think about while slowly slipping away is Hazel and Parisa.
Parisa continues to speak to me, but my mind goes black after a while.
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