The Darkest Obsession

Chapter 7

Brisha

'' Did you really had to go and take a picture of her?'' Olivers blue eyes shining through his almost blood eyes, fear ran through him like a child. '' Would you prefer me print a picture in her white silk Pajamas and put it everywhere?'' I said like a smart old man whose grey hair was standing up in excitement for a kid in Sofia the first top. I rolled my eyes and tried to breath in Oliver's judgmental eyes.   

''Imagine, she finds out her Ex- Teacher is her fucking stalker?'' I shook my head, knowing damn well her mind craved this fucked up mind game I was playing. ''Imagine... she would be so glad.'' I smirked as he quickly began slamming that goddamn laptop. '' Imagine when she finds out, I stabbed each of your finger to the bloody keyboard.'' Oliver gave me a death stare and then slammed his index finger on ''F'' letter, bastard. 

... 

My black mask with black feather, made my green eyes scarier than they were supposed to be, I could feel my lips having to wife the gold glitter that fell. All men with eyes on girls whose body they were not in control of. The Ravens and The Sinners all in one place, where all rich fuckers bid on a 10-year-old. SICK. I could see all shades of eyes look at me as I walked across the room. Either they rumbled with gold teeth or shit their pants worked. 

My eyes caught a very interesting three men look around, but their intent wasn't to look at the 19-year-old girl whose tits were open. The girl looked at me like dead woman and I noticed that man noticed her to. On the other side was Kamel Patel, and Indian father of Claus, staring right into a young lady who passed by me. My men were guarded around here and if the one exit was now occupied by men dressed like security guards. Smart, until soon a voice whispered through the earpiece, '' Brisha, we have some interesting well-dressed men in front of us. '' I heard Oliver whisper. '' Yes, there black outfits screaming money falls on me but even the man's whose tattoos filled his skin with ink has an odd look to his persona.'' Trying to tilt my head only to see brownish cheeks hang, looking at my green eyes that seemed more dead than a mouse. 

''Yes, our men have heard of other soldiers as they put it, are standing by.''  rolled my eyes knowing to night the Haunters and the Hunters join in a very ceremonial funeral for very small dogs. '' Any direct threats? '' 

'' No, the haunters are nearby.'' Oliver spoke the obvious while I looked at a tall African American man whose eyes were dark as my soul, with eyes of a soldier. He smirked with his Italian blood swooping his eyes, turning into the ear of the brother whose dimples shined more than his wink at me. Brothers with different personalities, seem to pick at each other, very predictable. I am sure, their voices even sounded the same. The young leaned into, a more matured guy whose built matched mine, his tattoos running on the cross of his middle finger, how religious we all were. 

The man's pale, grey tinted hair scrolling his black hair, hid face well sharp waiting to kill with his light brown eyes and a smirk that raised a toast from a far from the table of marbled grey and gold. His eyes slanted, disgust wrinkled in his cheek bone, eyes looking angry as a beautiful blonde little girl got dragged away, screaming for her mother like if it was a movie.

We as humans are bone into a world that values no humanity and yet Lichelle still hates me, instead of despising the world she lives in. I was approaching the table, that held my associates in the cause but instead Christmas came early. ''Brisha...'' Indian sang around his throat and a old age cough about to spur, his 60-year-old ass that couldn't retire and a wife withe same attitude, unaware where her husband spends the money. My dear one at home will realize I would rather burn this fucking place down then watch a lady who eyes the fuck out of me.