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 Three "No Angel"
Imani batted her eyelids open to Devante standing over her with his head tilted like the Joker. He crackled as she sat up and tried to pull her hands to her body. Dangling the key over her and placing his gun to her head.
"Click Click Click." Devante mimicked as he pulled the trigger of the empty gun on her temple.
She stiffened up thinking he actually took a bullet on her. Her eyes opened wide as she watched him flash that evil smile and pull on the leather cuffs trapping her wrists. Imani sat thinking how she could've avoided this had she just stayed in that house. His eyes holding a dark void, sitting low as he stood over her and pulled at her ponytail. Devante liked the ones with big eyes, He claimed they hold something special in them. His breath hot and heavy as he scanned over her body and landed on her terrified face. The look of fear in her eyes somewhat making him aroused the more he watched her struggle. The gold in her ears sparkling in the fluorescent lights, Her tight shirt clinging to her body, and her lips glossed to perfection. Devante dragged the gun from her temple to her navel and took one last good look at her before she jumped up.
"How long are you going to keep me here? I could be meeting my friend right now." Imani sassed as she kept pulling her wrists in the cuffs.
"Oh, Miss beauty got a mouth. How cute." Devante mocked as he waved his hands in the air and did a girly giggle.
"Haha funny, But seriously let me go."
Devante was taken aback by such request, He strolled over and pretended to unlock the cuffs before pushing her back onto the chair.
"It's not that simple, You got to do something for me in order to be free." Devante bargained as he took a seat on the rolling chair next to her.
"Like what? I gotta fuck you or something, Hurry it up and get it over with." She snapped as she adjusted herself in the seat.
"God no, Why would I want to put it in you?" He objected. "I was gonna say you could help me on some shit since you wanted to take a peek."
Imani sighed as she offered her wrists to him, Devante flared his nostrils as he took the keys and released her. His eyes rolled to the back of his head watching Imani feel on her wrists and notice her bracelet was removed from her. She checked her pockets, chest, and shoes before she stuck her hand out to Devante and motioned for him to give it back. He pouted as he dug in his pocket and handed the gold jewelry back to her. Imani clasped the bracelet and shined it in the light wanting his approval.
"Well what will you have me doing?" she acknowledged.
"You'll be my right hand man and keep up with the supply."
Imani gulped and looked up at Devante.
"Huh? Supply?" Imani gasped.
She thought him kidnapping her was enough but keeping up with drugs was crossing the lines. If she messed up, her head would be next to be bashed in and tossed on a stick over a bonfire. Imani pulled at her shirt collar and messed with her neck as she listened to the thoughts.
"Yes, meaning you will be in charge of the briefcases." Devante continued "This is a HUGE job, so if you fuck this up, You'll end up like homegirl over there."
He pointed to Mimi, who was laid out on a table with her head dripping in blood and bashed in. Her cheekbones now hollow without a soul left inside, The white meat poking out of her elbow as it was propped up. Her nose broken and slanted to the side. Mimi's beautiful face now a bloody mess as she laid there lifeless and unable to move.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." she lied as she scratched her head.
Devante lead her to a garage and alerted his signature mustang, Imani observed in awe as she witness him leap into the convertible and let it roar loudly. He gestured for her to hop him as he seen her standing there like some lost child. She quickly climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up as he sped into the dark streets. The sun had started to rise and the streets started to fill up with citizens in their little Hondas and Toyotas. His bright car snaked through the cars, Her ponytail blew in the breeze as she watched the scene pass by. A familiar figure stood at a corner at the red light. Her white attire gleaming in the sunlight and her crimson hair pouring down her white fur coat as her eyes laid low. Imani stared for a bit before the car sped up.
They pulled into a parking lot and sat in silence before Devante lead the lost one to the trunk and watched as she stood there awkwardly.
"Open it."
Imani placed her hand on the handle and opened it revealing two briefcases. Both printed in brown alligator but with a surprise. One had the drugs and one had none. She had to pick the right one or bye bye to her brains. Imani took a deep breath before choosing the left case.
"Great choice."
The two walked towards the abandoned building with their heads held high and the case filled with the option she chose. They were welcomed to a gang of males all sporting black pinnacle fedoras and black three piece suits. Imani wanted to burst at how ridiculous they looked but she had to keep it professional. She began to sweat as she sat the case on the table and turned the lock to their side.
"Who is this young woman you brought with you? Is this some set up"
"This is my right hand man." Devante disclosed.
"Dressed in Baby Phat and FUBU?" one directed.
"I wanna know what she looks like underneath is all." another one mewled
Imani froze in place as she just took what those men said about her and continued to go along with the deal. Observing closely, Devante opened the case. Sweat tinkled down her temples and her eyes closed as she listened to the case unbuckled. She looked with one eye open and took a sigh of relief as she seen the bricks sitting in the coffee interior. The men crowded around the case and picked the bricks up, sniffing and tasting small portions of the powder. Devante held his hand out waiting for his cut as he witnessed the uncomfortable men slowly becoming aroused with the substance. He received a grand total of thirty four thousand dollars, The red band sat pretty as he flicked through the cash and placed it in his fur lining before directing the two out into the empty lot.
