Pretty Hustle

6

My hero ♥

Whiskey POV.

I woke up and I was in a hot steaming relaxing bath. I was no longer offended by the stench of piss vomit and blood. Instead I was pleased with the smell of warm vanilla. I opened my eyes to see I was in an elegant all white bathroom I looked around and saw a man sitting on the toilet seat. He was playing with thumbs making them go in circles as he stared at them. I moved making a whooshing sound causing him to snap his head to me. Then our eyes met, he was so handsome he had smooth caramel skin light brown eyes and long black hair braided back. his lips were just the right size, for everything and is muscles were perfect for him not to big nor small.

"Im so sorry." his eyes pleaded, then everything rushed back and I immediately got angry. I rushed up and grabbed a towel and stepped out the shower and ran to the nearest room. I guess it was his room because there was coat thrown carelessly on the bed. I searched the drawers and closets and I pulled out boxers and a sweat suite. Then I scattered the room for a weapon.... under the bed, there was a shoe box. Bingo! now I gotta get out of here.

I held the gun with the safety off, I silently walked through the halls with my back on the wall. I reached what seems to be the living room and I looked a little bit to the left and saw a door, before I could make it I felt the gun be pulled from my hand and a body pressed against my back. Instant reflex I began to swing, I turned around and gave my all until I over powered and slammed on the wall. His eyes still pleaded but were stern at the same time.

"chill out ma, I know what you been through but I came to help you. Right now you in Trinidad. if you calm down and let me explain real quick the quicker I can get you back to the states." I nodded slowly and he released my arms.

I followed him to the living room and we sat across from him. He looked so familiar and so sexy, even though I didn't trust him I was drawn to him.

"The house you broke into a month ago was my brother's, He bragged about some chick he had in the basement n planned on having pay to run a train on you. I wasn't engaged in that conversation in fact it made me sick, but when he showed a pic I remembered you, everything about you. your smile your beautiful eyes and the way you made my heart skip a beat the first time I saw you." He looked dead in my eyes while he spoke every word, he had such truthful eyes. "I cursed out and said if he touched you ill fucking kill him, then I went down and I got you and brought you here, cleaned you up and what not. I got u an actual outfit if you dont want to stay in my clothes." He smiled and made me blush and smile as well... he was the guy at the bodega I met a while back. "Whiskey right?"

"Yeah" we got up and he led me to another room that was more feminine, there was juicy sweat suit and uggs on the bed, on the side were lotion, deodorant and underwear and bra. "How you know my size?" I said lifting the clothes up...

"psychic" he chuckled "Nah I just looked at the clothes you had on. I immediately felt embarrassed thinking about my old clothes how they must of looked and smelled. "you wanna call someone?" Heaven!

"yea, my home girl she probably going crazy looking for me"

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Heaven POV.

My face was warm from all the tears when I heard Whiskey voice ok, and that she was coming home. I walked back into the room where Low n Blaze was, they was playing 2k. I walked in with my hand over my mouth and my eyes red from the tears I dried really quick. Blaze jumped up and walked over to me grabbing my hand away from mouth with his eyes full of concern.

"Yo you igh b?"

"Whiskey ok n she on her way home" I said in one breath, Blaze quickly embraced me in a hug and the side of my face rested on his hard chest. I could sense Low giving out rays of tension so I left before I started some shit.

~~Later at home~~

I was in a deep nap when I got home and waited for Whiskey, it felt like a five year old waiting for Christmas.

buzzzzz!

My doorbell rang causing me to jump up and whipe the drool from the corner of my mouth. I spoke into the intercom to make sure I know who coming up, and It was my girl. My stomach and heart was doing backflips, I loved this girl like she was my wife lol.

When the elevator rose up and she picked up the gate I ran and hugged her.

"I told you imma b igh." she said.

"Shut up bitch" I replied with tears coming down. im getting tired of fucking crying shit.

"I've heard so much about you" this fine ass nigga said extending his hand to me, I shook it. "We'll I gotta get going, oh and Whiskey take my number in case I gotta rescue you again." she smirked and gave a wink before returning in the elevator and leaving... And this niggah still aint give his name... what he think this is a mystery love story.

Then I got a text that blew my mind.

unknown: Yall some fake ass bitches but its igh, I got yall hoes.... start counting cus yall days are numberd bitch!

I looked at Whiskey who was looking at me, I showed her the text and just like I knew she was she blew up. like it aint like the person here to beat they ass. Even though I was heated up inside I kept my calm.. but I was mad, because is one thing I do not take well is threats. And I never did, so ever this is better watch it because if I find them before they find me... Somebody getting cooked, literally.