Vernon.
Luscious: When did you get back?
Vernon: A little over a week ago.
My phone beeps signaling an incoming message.
Hakeem: I know you acting mad but you ain't.
Me: What would you know?
Hakeem: Imma roll around by my dad.
Me: Don't come. He's in a meeting.
Hakeem: I'm already on my way.
A knock on the door stops Luscious and Vernon's chat. Hakeem walks in and freezes up.
Vernon: I see you haven't grown.
Hakeem: Its been a couple of months.
Me: Hakeem, you need to leave.
Luscious: You are no longer a part of this family so leave.
Hakeem: If that's how it is then OK, but Tishé got something coming for her.
I scoff and push him through the door but he pulls me along.
Hakeem: You want to tell me what's going on in there?
Me: Can you just go?
Hakeem: You are going to get in that car and act happy.
He mumbles as he pressed a silver 9mm pistol to my stomach. I nod and quickly walk to his black on black lambo and hopped in, he hops in next.
Hakeem: Text Luscious and tell him you taking me to your house.
Me: My house? For what nigga? Don't you have a girlfriend?
Hakeem: We broke up so we, referring to you and I, can have quality time together.
He says and put his hand on my thigh, I push it off and glare at him.
Hakeem: How do you know Vernon?
Me: I played around Empire, learnt a couple of names and faces.
Hakeem: Do you know what happened that he went away for a bit?
Me: I'm not a foreign immigrant and you are not Loki so stop trynna investigate.
He pulled out the gun and aimed it at me. I tried to open the door but it was on child lock, is this nigga fareals?
Hakeem: When we get to my place all that's come off.
Me: I ain't taking off shit!
He slaps me and I hit the window.
Hakeem: Let's try that again. When we get to my place, you are taking off everything.
Me: Y-yes sir.
I dare not move my head off the window in fear of his next move.
He puts his hand on my thigh, his body heat seeping through my leggings. I look at him and back at his hand, then I looked outside and realized that we've made it to his place.
Hakeem: Get out.
Me: I don't wanna.
Hakeem: And I wanna give you a repeat of a couple of seconds ago.
Me: I'll kill you first.
I seethe and bare my teeth at him, he laughed, got out, opened my door and dragged me out my hair. I screamed, struggled and squirmed but it was no use, I fell limp and closed my eyes. We traveled through the elevator and into his apartment.
Hakeem: And this is where you put on some sexy music and strip for me.
He says proudly and dropped me on the ground. Slouched on the chair and ready for my show he is, but I ain't doing nada.
Hakeem: Little girl!
Me: Big boy!
He pistol whips me and I glare at him.
Me: And to think we were becoming friends.
Hakeem: I run Lyon Dynasty, do you think boss and employee could ever be friends?
Me: It was worth a shot.
Hakeem grins and looks at the pistol.
Hakeem: Are you willing to test my limits?
Me: I'm willing to kick your ass if it means I get to go home.
Hakeem: Well in that case.
He began kicking me and punching me.
Me: ABUSE, RAPE, MURDER, HELP!
I felt myself being dragged into the direction of his bedroom. What is he going to do? I better get back to screaming.
Me: SOMEBODY HELP!
Hakeem: Shut up!
He pistol whipped me again. He kept on dragging me, where is he taking me, and what is he planning to do?
