Down For All

Down For All -8

Previous chapter has been re-done, I advise you to re-read. I know I haven't updated in forever, but you gotta know how school is.

D o w n For A l l -8

Cheyanne texted away on her brand new iPhone 5c. She might've been a 'hoe' but she certainly wasn't no broke hoe. At the young age of 13, Cheyanne learned that her body was her prize poessesion. It was the answer to all her desires and needs.

Cheyanne ran her hands through her light chestnut brown hair, thinking about what her next move would be. She wasn't no dumb chick, playing the role of the 'hoe' came naturally to her, she always did want to have her cake and eat it too. She knew exactly how smart and skilled her enemies would be when the day came to eliminate them all.

Her heels clicked against the stone cold pavement as she walked, bobbing her head to Rihanna's 'Pour It Up'. She checked her surroundings before knocking on the cold steel door of the mansion.

"279/4)3." Cheyanne whispered though the door before the man she'd been waiting to see all week answered her.

"Hey Smokes." She smiled stepping into his home, looking around the large living space. "Where's wifey ?" Cheyanne asked, making herself comfortable on the plush white sofa.

"April, what are you doing here ?"

Cheyanne raised her eyebrow, she wondered how he knew her government name.

"You finally figured it out didn't you ? You was always too smart for your own damn good."

Smokey laughed lightly. "It doesn't take a genius to find out. Government name: April Somers. Your not 18 are you ? Your not who you claim to be either. Real age: 23. Funny how easily you can pass for an 18 year old. Occupation: Ex federal agent. Snake for the Feds now, right ? You offered to go undercover ? For a price too. But what happens if the target finds out what your trying to do....hm-"

Cheyanne walked over to him, shaking her head, touching his face with the palm of her hand. A tear leaving her fiery bright eyes. "You just couldn't leave it alone." She said injecting the sharp pocket knife inside him, just above his waist. "It didn't have to be like this..."

Smokey's eyes grew wide, all he could think of was how he hadn't seen it coming. How he had came to the door unarmed. How easily she'd caught him slipping.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, taking the blood soaked blade out of his stomach watching his body drop to the floor.

"Just so I know your dead." Cheyanne smirked, placing her heel on his technical cervix. She smiled at the sound that filled the air when her heel crushed his neck.

Though it wasn't a part of the plan to kill, Cheyanne just couldn't take what would happen to her if anyone found out about her true identity.

Cheyanne bit her lip trying to ignore the pain that came when she darted the syringe into her arm, attempting to get the crack she'd smoked two days earlier out of her system after drinking several glasses of cranberry juice.

Cheyanne proceeded to walk around her empty apartment, making her way to the back room that only she visited.

The long list of enemies she needed to get rid of laid on her desk. She ticked Smokey's name off of her list.

"1 down, many more to go."

Cheyanne reached into the drawer under her desk, pulling out all the information she had recorded for the police, everything they needed to know and everything she needed to take them all down.

Tae folded her arms across her large chest, leaning against the door of Quadir's bedroom. No one knew she was here. This was just her independent investigation time. She might not have been with Quadir but she sure as hell didn't want him fucking no one else.

The soft moans coming from the bedroom interrupted her thoughts. She knew exactly what was going on. But with who ?

Her green eyes turned dark with anger as she threw open the bedroom door.

They still hadn't noticed her. Tae watched their bodies move together for a little while, her anger turning into hate for the bitch that was riding him.

Ever since Tiara had fucked her up, Tae had become a stronger fighter and woman. No one could stop her now. She was a mad black bitch who was about to go on a killing spree.

Funny how she thought she'd be cool with Tiara now.

Tae wrapped her fist around Tiara's bright blond hair, dragging her down the stairs before throwing her outside.

"What the-"

Tae ignored the large crowd of people that had began to form. Breaking off the heel of her Michael kors boot, she lunged at her.

"So you and Quadir doing this now ? Is this a regular thing or what ?"

"Bitch haven't you learnt ? Or you don't remember the last time I fucked you up ?"

Tae tried to ignore her, staring at the back of her broken heel. "No way is this sharp enough."

Parnell laid back in his White Audi. So all this time Tiara was fucking him over ? No way was he gonna defend her now. The only reason he was here was to observe Tae.

Tae removed the pink box cutter from her pocket. "Here's something to remember me by." Tae whispered gently lifting Tiara's head up with her finger. "Every time you look in the mirror, every time you go to sleep, eat, drink, buss a shit, read, I want you to remember this day..." She said as she carved her initials onto the side of Tiara's face, ignoring her screams.

"Yo what the fuck is this shit ?"

Tae turned around swiftly at the sound of Quadir's voice.

He laughed, his eyes emotionless as he stared at her. "Now what the fuck you doing here anyway ? We ain't together, never gonna be. What I do ain't your business girl. I'm gonna do me whether you like it or not while you do you."

Tae cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment, the man she had loved for so long stood in front of her with nothing but hate. During the times they'd been together, she was sure he liked her too.

Somehow Tae felt helpless, as if she couldn't speak. The tears threatening to escape any minute. Although all he was saying was the harsh reality.

Tae turned away from him limping in the opposite direction of where she was meant to be going because of her broken heel, the box cutter leaving her hands. No more of this 'hard persona' or 'bad ass attitude'. She was just going to live the rest of her life the way she saw things, like the adorable little girl she once was.

"Excuse me ma, you don't look aight...I was wondering if I could give you a lift."

Tae stared at the gorgeous man that stood before her embracing his beautiful smell. His light caramel skin seemed to glisten in the sunlight. He was around 5'11, dark grey eyes and smooth pink lips. His muscular body type complimented his broad shoulders. The diamond in his ear shining. Something about him just made her feel so....safe.

The old Tae would've given him a smart remark but the new Tae didn't mind.

"I don't normally take lifts from strangers but in this case, why not ?"

"Where's the rest of it ? April you better not be fucking with me."

Cheyanne giggled, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Damn Bobby you must really think I'm stupid. I'm not gonna let you fuck me over. I gave you the first page, you'll get the rest of the info when you pay your end of the deal, when you give me what I want."

"And what is it you want ?"

"I want my spot on the squad back."