Imani loves the thrill of danger but not the consequences that come with it. She ends herself in trouble with Devante, A dealer on the run. The two embark on a bonnie and clyde journey as their forbidden love affair grows and their betrayal hides in...
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Chapter Two "Haunted"
"Get out of my house, K-ci. I'm not playing with you." a sweet voice shouted
Furniture moved to the corner of the house, Glass broken on the wood floors, Pictures out the frame, Blood dragged across the walls. Mimi glided down the hallway with a caliber in one hand and the other pushing doors open making sure nobody's in the rooms. Her breaths slow and heavy as she made sure no one was behind her back. The man's presence resembling a serial killer in a horror movie haunting behind its victim. K-ci hid along the walls with a grim smile crept on his face watching her scared shitless trying to find him. Mimi sharply turned the corner and fired a warning shot missing K-ci by an inch. He hopped onto her and pinned her hands over her head as she kicked and tried to push him off of her.
"Let me go, You crazy motherfucker!" Mimi yelled. "I'm sick of playing these games with you."
"What's the matter? You done letting me throw you around?" he joked.
K-ci tossed the gun from her hand into a corner and released his grip on her. As she stood up, he was now holding her at gunpoint. Mimi threw her hands in the air surrendering her position before looking over at the arm chair two inches away from her eyes. She observed the living room before sprinting to the chair and hopping off of it landing onto his back. Mimi used her elbows and knock the gun out his hands and kicked his ribs before landed on her knees and picking up her gun from the corner. The breeze from the broken window blew through her silk press as she moved a strand from her mouth and stood over him with the gun.
"Who's got the power now?" She questioned as she held her hand out for him to slide his gun over to her.
He let out a laugh as Jojo stood behind Mimi holding a gun directly at the back of her head. Still holding the gun in her hand, She swiftly turned around letting the gun sit center in the middle of her forehead.
"Looks like you got yourself doubled." Jojo taunted.
K-ci held his gun aimed at her spinal cord while she stood still with her gun pointed to Jojo's heart. Sweat dripped down her caramel skin as she observed the two and hoped one of them would give in and let her free. As the tension grew, Devante entered the room with nothing but a fur coat, Denim jeans, and a pair of Timbs. He slid over to Mimi and took a whiff of her sweet perfume while smoothly removing the gun from her hand and placing it into his holster.
"Baby girl, When's the last time we danced this tango?" Devante whispered into her ears as he messed with her hair.
"Fuck you and your boys." Mimi spat as she slowly got down on her knees and held her hands at head position.
"Why you gotta do my boys like that?" Devante worried "Fuck me, Yes but my boys, No."
He tilted her chin up and took a glance into her eyes, Oh how he loved her hazel eyes and her glass skin. Even though he couldn't mix work and pleasure together, He loved teasing her and making her hot and heaved. Her face stuck at his crouch area as she sighed and watched him play with her head and pulled her face to it.
"This is all you're nothing but good for." Devante chuckled "Sucking dick and playing boss man like I didn't have you face down ass up not too long ago."
"Woah! We ain't need to hear allat." Jojo interrupted as he pushed at the back of Devante's knee with his foot.
"Back to point, We got business to talk since you wanna run your mouth." He stated as he grabbed on of her arms and dragged her out the house, Tossing her onto the concrete.
"Get up."
Mimi pushed herself off the sidewalk and dusted the debris off her shoulders before Devante pushed her head into the car like an officer and slamming the door behind her. She grinded her teeth as she stared out the window and watch her house leave out her sight.
Imani sat in her room doodling in her notebook as she glued her eyes to the TV, news reporters were disclosing the recent crimes around her city involving a violent gang. She was interested in the faces behind the crime, Imani thought she could do it without getting caught but she was only nineteen. What nineteen year old is out in the streets beating people with a tire iron and shoving people in their own graves? Not her to be specific. It reminded her of all of the true crime shows she watched with her adoptive mom, Always some girl went missing and it's a middle aged weirdo behind the crime. Imani thought to herself how weird that would be if she was to have her face plaster on a missing person's poster. Would anybody care? Probably not.
She turned off her TV and grabbed her coat and shoes. Imani hoped the wind would take her somewhere from the house. She tucked her house key in her boot and quietly closed the doors behind her. Imani grabbed her bike off the house and hopped on it driving down the streets and out to the city. She caught eyes with a black van on her right as she stopped for the red light. She tried to take a peek inside but was caught by slim man watching her every move from the passenger side. As they drove off, She sat at the light confused on what she just saw. Did she just witness a kidnapping or something? The girl wasn't sure and tried to follow behind the van to their destination. Cutting sharp corners and switching lanes, Imani sat on their tail and watched as a group of three men struggled to care a woman inside a building. The woman kicked and screamed for help while they gripped onto her skin and pulled at her every which of way.
One of the men, Punched the woman in her mouth and tossed her ass inside while looking to make sure nobody seen them. Imani stood there in fear as they point towards her direction and marched their way over to where she was hiding.
"Where you come from and who sent you here?" one asked.
Imani just shrugged and watched as they got in her face and grabbed a hold of her too. They ripped the jacket off of her and kicked her in her stomach causing her to fall to the ground. The lethal kick to her head turned her mind white and left her to lay on the ground as they dashed from her body and entered the building.
Muffled voices surrounded her head as she slowly blinked her eyes and listened to her ears regain its hearing and she regained her conscious. Imani met eyes with a brown skinned male staring into her soul with light eyes and his hands holding her shoulders down. Trying to make a run for it, They screamed at her and put a cloth over her mouth.
"Whatever you saw out there, Never happened. You hit your head too hard and we happened to see you on the ground and bought you to safety." light eyes convinced as he shot her a small smile.
"But I saw you! You tried to take me out." Imani gagged as the cloth was pushed a little too far down her throat.
"She's seen too much." another whispered.
a breathing mask was placed over her mouth and nose while her eyes largened with the sight of the mask covering her face. Imani kicked and screamed as loud as she could before it came to a stop letting the gas fill her body up, leaving her to lay their unconscious again. She felt as if her soul was leaving her body, Laying stiff and unoccupied. The man with light eyes stood over her cooing as her charm bracelet slid off her wrist and into his hands.
