Tough Love

Chapter 3~Star

Without a second thought I looked into his drunken tired eyes and pulled the trigger four times. I went into my old room and grabbed the fifty-thousand dollars I had stashed then got back into the car with Tiwan. "You really hated that nigga huh?" He said while turning the key in the ignition starting the car. "I didn't hate him, I just wanted him gone. Plus you know what he did to us Ty." I told Tiwan as I started to have a flashback.
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Joseph, Tiwan and I sat at a small round brown wooden dining room table. We all were eating McDonalds. "Daddy where did Tiwan come from? I didn't see him as a little baby." I asked curiously. I was only four and was curious about everything. Why was mom always in the hospital? Why was daddy always sleeping on the couch mumbling stuff? "Don't worry about that, just know that he is your new brother.", he said while stuffing his face with a Big Mac and fries. "You never tell me anything." I said while grabbing a French fry. Just when I was about to eat it he slapped me on the side of my face making me lose balance and falling on the floor. "You will respect me and the things I do. I run this around here!",he yelled at me. That was the first time he ever put his hands on me and it certainly wasn't the last.
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Tiwan opened the passenger side door for me snapping me out of my flashback. We were at the airport where my private jet was. Twenty of my loyal henchmen dressed in suit and ties were waiting for me to get on. I knew everyone that was on my team and I didn't want them to dress like dirty street boys, but like gentlemen. Tiwan grabbed my Gucci suitcase for me out the trunk as I greated my henchmen then got on the jet. The jet had a sound proof private room in the back so I went in there and Tiwan followed me. He gave me my Gucci bag and I went into the bathroom to take a hot relaxing shower. The hot water felt so good running down my back and washing off Joseph's blood. Killing is something I do for amusement. It's funny to see bad people that hurt others yell out in pain and beg for you to stop hurting them. Don't think I'm cold hearted though. All my life people treated me like shit except for Ty, mom, and my henchmen.
I got out the shower and wiped the fog off the mirror then looked at myself. I had light brown eyes with green around the pupils. I have long curly black hair that stops in the middle of my back and smooth acorn brown skin. I'm not too thick or too small for my slim size, but I do have hips and a small waist. People look at me as if I'm a sex toy. Never have I gave anyone a chance to play in my cherry. They'd die by my own two hands before I let them rape me so that's out of the question. Growing up and trying to stay a virgin isn't easy. I'm not waiting on anyone, I'm busy trying to get this money. I put on my black leather joggers and a white crop top that exposed my whole back and flat stomach. I put my hair up in a ponytail on top of my head and gave my lips some cherry Chapstick. I put on some POLO socks and my all white Timberlands then left out of the bathroom to find Tiwan sitting on the edge of the king sized bed. He had his head down making it noticeable that something was wrong. "What's wrong Ty?" I asked with concern and sat on the left side of him. "We're going back to the place where my family might be. Do you think I'll find them?", he asked while turning his head looking at me in my eyes. "I'm sure you will. If not, then we'll keep searching. I promise I'll keep looking for them with all the power in my body."
The jet finally stopped after an hour went by. As soon as we all stopped we loaded up in black Yukon trucks that had dark tented windows like the superstars ride in. I was hungry as hell so we went to my favorite fast food restaurant, Steak and Shake. I ordered my usual, chicken fingers with fries and a birthday cake milkshake. Tiwan wasn't hungry so he just ordered a M&M milkshake. As we left the restaurant I told Tiwan he was crazy for not ordering food, but I felt like something wasn't right. It felt like someone has been following us since we left the Miami airport. I knew my prediction was right because I caught a man on the phone in a rundown white BMW eyeing me and the crew down. I knew I wasn't crazy because this nigga started following us as we pulled out the parking lot. "Men. We have a stalker following behind us in that white car. Take him out and bring him to my play room.", I called six of my men who was in another car to stop the stalker. The rest of my men went to the warehouse with me.
The warehouse is where I take people and interrogated them. It's also where I have my men grow my weed and pack it into pounds. It has three floors and on each floor there are steel doors with passwords you have to pass through first in order to go anywhere. Only my men and I know the passwords. On the first floor when your first walk in, it's the lobby that looks just like a fancy hotel with a receptionist desk. At the end of the lobby there is a fine mahogany elevator that leads to the three floors: the basement, the lobby, and the grow room. The basement is where I torture and interrogate people and it's also where I keep some of my pets. It is like an ballroom but without the fancy chandeliers and with white marble floors and vintage styled wallpaper. The grow room is where I basically grow my weed products.
"How did you know if he was following us and if it's just not you being paranoid?", Tiwan asked me with concern. "I know when something isn't right and that nigga back there ain't right. Something fishy is up and I'm going to find out what it is." , I told him then looked out the window. I was just about to drift off into a flashback until my phone started ringing. "We got him, he's at the playroom.", Anthony, my loyal henchman told me then I hung up.