You think I'm so in love?

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Francesca "Freezy" Tulip

Awakening with the hardest fucking hangover. I mean head pounding and throbbing. I cannot even remember what I did last night or even how I needed up in some random blue room that looks nothing like Carlos' house.

Wait blue room?

I searched around the small blue room for a trace of Carlos' or even Kish. Nothing found. I made my way towards the window trying to get a peek of outside but failed due to the wood hammered down over the window.

What the fuck? What type of sick shit is this? Why the hell am I here? How the hell did I even get here? I need answers.

So I make a run for the door, the light brown placed exactly across from the window. Twisting the knob to open the door but failed once again. You can't lock a door from outside.

So I look at the lock and instantly sigh. The knob had been replaced and the lock was on the outside. Smart motherfucker I tell you.

But who was up to this sick shit.

I looked down at what I had been wearing and I sported a white tank that has blood stains coming from my lower abdomen. Instantly getting worried I followed the stains, lifting my shirt and seeing the blood gush from below my belly button.

Gasping for air as I panicked. Someone cut my flesh opened and tried to stitch me together like a fucking doll? How do I not remember this!

I could die in this house and nobody would know. Judging from the sounds outside I was in the middle of the forest or woods.

Kish Flex

Another day in the good white neighborhood spying on Los' girlfriend. Usually she goes from her morning runs and then down to Billy's Bar Club. I guess she was taking a break since I didn't hear a peep from her house this morning.

which is weird because she's a firm beloved in keeping up with her grade A body. I mean damn Francesca's body is sick. She has the perfect tits that aren't perky but big and her creamy chocolate skin that just would melt in anybody's mouth. She looks fucking yummy.

I'm a girl and I like girls. I'd definitely hit up Francesca if she wasn't dating my boss. It's too quite in her house. Once I made up a good lie to why I would be knocking on their door, I made my way to their front house.

Knocking continuously on their front door. Los had been serving fiendz around the way and Fran was all alone in the house, so I think.

Unless she dipped out on me without me knowing. I put a chip in her phone with a tracker on I guess it's time to put that to use.

You're target is five hours away.

A familiar voice as Siri spoke telling me I was three hours away from Fran. And it says she isn't at TDC. I quickly run back to my All black tinted Range Rover calling Los.

"What you need Kish?" He spoke sternly.

"We have a problem. Fran isn't picking up her phone.. Actually it's been disconnected." I speak furiously into the phone.

"Where they young one at!" He questioned.

"In the woods somewhere. I cannot put a point on it directly because it's the woods but that's where the signal shuts off."

"I'm on my way. I'm bringing spooky with us to the trap. Meet us their in 5." Los hung up and I did as told. We're about to find Fran.

Francesca "Freezy" Tulip

A masked gentlemen opened up my room door dragging me down wooden steps and into a basement where the only light dimmed above a chair.

The chair had another female victim tied to it with tape covering her mouth. Instantly giving me goosebumps. The man rushed me into a wooden wall causing my vision to blur.

"Sit down!" He screamed but his voice was not deep enough to be intimidating but I did as told and sat down. Bringing my legs up to my chest and locking my arms around them.

As I watched the unmasked man toss a sharp knife around in his hands. He eyed the woman and with confidence sliced her throat. Leaving her to bleed from ear to ear.

The graphic scene made me cry out for help. "Please somebody help me!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. If I die today at least I tried.

The man glanced at me before wiping his blade and raised his mask from the bottom but stopped only showing his mouth. Which showed a lovely smile.

"I'm not going to kill you. I want to teach you a lesson." He smiled and lowered his mask.

I tried getting a good look at him but the mask covered everything but his green eyes. His perfect green eyes. The ones I remembered looking at all my life as a younger girl.

The reason why I pushed guys out of my life. Those green eyes, the ones I share to this day but cover up with contacts. The green eyes my father passed down to me.

Those green eyes.