Javaughn's POV
2:00 am
The loud uproar caused everyone in the club to scatter and scream. I walked over to the VIP room and slowly turned the knob.
"Maldito bastardo." Perry said inhaling the last of his cigar as he got up. I looked at the two dead men lying on the floor infront of him.
He walked up to me and put his hand around my shoulder.
"In life, you should always play fair son, when I'm gone I expect you to uphold my these same standards." He said which reminded me of
" You're a big man now Javaughn." Uncle Perry said handing me the flask.
"Mommy will skin mi." I said shaking my head.
He laughed heartily.
"Well, if you don't tell her she won't know." He said and pushed it towards my mouth.
Like it was juice I took three big gulps. His eyes widened. The liquid felt like boiling acid running down my throat.
"JESUS CHRIST!!!! A POISON DIS??" I shouted raspily, coughing in between.
The group of men laughed.
" Alright, take it is easy, you know Vaugh you're like the son I've never had." He said getting serious.
"Yea, you always a tell me Uncle Perry." I said
"When my time is up, everything that I have will belong to you." He said
Uncle Perry was a very rich man. I wanted to be just like him when I grew up. The flashy cars, the entourage of security guards and women fawning over his every step.
"You cya dead." I said and he slightly chuckled and muttered something in his native language.
"Come and let me take you home, this is for you." He said handing me a fat wad of cash.
"Uncle Per-" I started.
He always insisted on giving me money even though in no way or form was my family lacking it.
"Buy something nice for yourself." He said and started walking.
" Mr Walkerrrrr. " One of the females said slurring her voice, I recognized her as a stripper, she rubbed her bare body against clothes, insinuating the obvious....sex. I looked at Perry and he shook his head smiling.
"Go on, have fun." He said
Jazariah's POV
1:00 pm
My eyes turned open and an instant headache began. I groaned and got up looking for the nearest painkiller I could find to soothe my hang over. After taking the Ibuprofen nestled in the cupboard, I sat at the kitchen counter and waited for its effects to kick in.
Other than the shots fired that led to the evacuation of the entire club my memory was fogged. I did not remember most of lastnight but knowing Jermaine, who recorded every ounce of his life for "the memories", pictures were available. The blaring sound emitted from my phone took the pulsating pain in my head one notch higher. I picked it up and realized it was an alarm. Reading it's given name, I sighed and slumped in the chair.
Therapy.
In other circumstances I would've been, half way to the office by now, but the more I recalled the last encounter I had with Mr Spencer the more I dreaded going back. Slowly but surely, I got ready and headed in the direction of the office.
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Dangerous Addiction
RomanceI have had my fair share of love, not the type you see in cartoons and movies instead being used, abused and manipulated just because I stood up for my basic human rights. How one could loose every bit of sense they had when infatuated with an indi...
