The Real Boss

Chapter 23

YASMINE'S POV

All the fucked up things I've done in my life, maybe this is the karma. Will I ever escape? Sometimes I don't even want to be saved, I wouldn't look at anything or anyone the same, who can I trust? Why hasn't anyone tried to save me? Why did Marcus do me like this? I know the way a bitch living was wack, but you don't get a bitch back like that.

I feel like giving up, I held my breathe until I felt like I was taking my last breathe only to black out and wake up to see people standing over me laughing. That wasn't even 1 percent of the torture I've been through, One time, one of the Rock the wrestler, cock diesel looking helpers had been fucking with me so I gladly gathered all the saliva I could, and hulked it into his face.

"You stupid bitch!!" he yelled in rage, smacking me on the side of my face, I'd been smacked so many times since being here that sometimes I didn't even feel it.

"I got something for you!" he grinned. I continued looking down until I heard something unzip, I looked up and seen him fondling with his jeans.

"No...no.." I whimpered backing up, thinking this nigga is not about to rape me!

" Don't bitch up on me now!" he laughed roughly grabbing me by my neck with his penis exposed before I could protest liquid was splashed into my mouth causing me to cough. This nigga was pissing all over my face, mouth, and body.

"Giving golden showers!" he laughed while others chanted him on and some pretended they didn't see.

I broke away from his grip and crawled into ball protecting my already pissy body, while he drenched my back. The smell was unbearable and I felt like my skin was burning after a couple hours. All I could do was cry, I was officially broken and degraded.

Now I just lay here in ripped up piss stained clothes waiting to be put out of my misery, I prayed to the man everyone believed was upstairs that one of the securities would feel bad for me and put a gun to my head and end it all. My back started getting uncomfortable , so lifted myself against the pole and stared at nothing, I started feeling someone's constant stare on me, I diverted my eyes to the left and came into eye contact with the monster himself, not Marcelo but Marcus.

The hatred I had for him couldn't be explained, yes I had a lot of anger and hatred for Marcelo but the difference between them was Marcelo never had a relationship with me or gave me the illusion that we were cool, Marcelo can't be loyal or serve someone he didn't know to protect, honestly. What Marcus had done was unthinkable, you don't pursue a relationship with someone and a couple days later have them tortured, if I make it out of here alive I'll personally kill him myself.

"What the fuck are you looking at ?" I asked lowly, he was staring at me but his eyes were really shifty. The coward wouldn't respond so I continued. "If you are one tenth of a man you'll take that gun out of your waist and put me out of my misery." I pleaded. He got up and stomped towards me and grabbed me by my shoulders. "Shut the fuck up before I kill you with my bare hands!" he screamed, then whispered "Baby I'm so sorry I'll fix this." he said then tossed me down and sat down typing on his phone.

"You're sick!" I screamed crying, confused

------ DJ sat in his house alone thinking about all the problems he had, before he could think about making any other moves in the drug world he had to get Yasmine, another one of the reasons he needed to get her was because he would be able to get at Marcelo and put an end to him for various reasons. He knew other plugs that could supply him with work, but most of them were risky, messy, or the quality wasn't worth shit to him. He didn't have a problem with getting women a couple days out the week he was banging someone new, but he knew the way him and Cashmire ended was messy and disrespectful to what they had once shared but he felt like he was slowly giving up on her and repairing what they had.

"You want me to put on Bootsy Coolins - I rather be with you, while sit in here and cry?" Stoney clowned breaking DJ's train of thought.

"Ay, fuck you!"

"I'd rather fuck with you, cause I like the way you scream my nameI know you like this dick,cause you enjoy the pleasure and pain." Stoney sung in a high pitched voice.

"Nigga that's Eazy-E!"

"I know, I ain't know the words to the old shit." They both laughed at the silliness until DJ's phone went off, he checked it and it was the text he had been waiting on.

"Strap on your big boy draws, cause it's time!" DJ announced already making phone calls.

---- Cashmire and Marcelo sat in the backseat of the truck with smiles that couldn't be erased.

"You really are something else." Marcelo kissed her hand.

"Did we really do it?" Cashmire asked feeling surreal.

"Yes, we did."

"Congrats dog and Miss Lady!" Rocky said from the front seat.

"Thanks Rocky." They said in unison

"I have a surprise for you, I have to show you something."

"Ok, where is it?"

"We're going to it."

-- I know this Is short but its just for a little in sight because this book will be ending soon so ITS ABOUT TO GO DOWN ON TH NEXT CHAPTER