Dark Paradise(completed story!)

Cruel intentions, Dirty evidence

"Honey, a man named Michael is at the door for you," the slim figure woman with ginger hair said urgently. "He's black, she whispered." Honey, should we call the police? I think he wants to sell you his drugs," she said, alerting him.

"Honey, not every black man is a drug dealer, now quit with the rudeness and invite him inside" Steven Russell demanded, shaking his head at his prejudiced wife. He walked to the front room where a tall dark skinned man stood, wearing a suit and tie with his dreaded hair in a low ponytail. He looked clean and healthy. How did his wife think this man was a drug dealer?

Wait, I know this guy, Steven thought.

"Hey, you're Michael Ceaser! One of the greatest soccer players alive!" He shouted excitedly. "Honey look!"

His wife came back with a tray of tea and muffins. "Oh my, you're that Jamaican guy, are you related to Bob Marley?" The wife asked curiously.

"Sharon! That's just ignorant!, every Jamaican you see isn't related to Bob Marley!" Steven shouted. "besides, Caesar is American," he confirmed.

'Oh, my! I'm dearly sorry sir" she said sincerely. "I'll just leave you two alone to chat," she said nervously. "Also honey, the drawer to the left" she whispered in his ear, referring to his shotgun.

He sighed out of annoyance.

"Please excuse my wife's ignorance, she was raised in the south" he informed, trying to find an excuse for his wife's racist behavior. "So, what can I help you with?" He asked politely, looking up at Ceaser.

"I need you to tell me everything you know about Manuel Salvatore Lorenzo," Caesar demanded, getting to the point.

"I,I,I, what do you mean?"Steven asked nervously.

"I don't have time for games or excuses just answer my damn question!" Caesar shouted, gripping him by his collar.

Too bad that shotgun is fake, Steven thought.

"Please don't hurt me" he pleaded as Caesar lifted him up and threw him on the ground roughly.

"Talk now!" He hollered, gripping Steven's collar tighter.

" I don't know anything" Steven lied, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Caesar squeezed his wrist tightly, causing Steven to scream in pain. "If you don't answer me, I'll have to break your wrist doctor" Caesar warned as he squeezed harder, no homo.

"Ahh! Alright, alright, alright, I'll tell you everything you need to know!" Steven yelled, wailing in pain, giving in easily.

Caesar sat him down on his couch and waited.

"Go on"

Steven took a deep breath "his wife was a patient of mine" he revealed" Jazmine DuBois"

He went on,

"She was admitted by her husband who claimed she was abusing him and herself," he took another deep breath. "I believed him at first because I heard about her suicidal attempts, and her husband was pretty upset about it" he explained.

Upset? psst! Caesar thought as he nodded his head for Steven to continue.

"But when I met Jazmine DuBois, she was broken and afraid and confused. Her husband wanted her to get better, so he paid me to fix her"

"What do you mean fix her?" Caesar asked, folding his arms.

Steven burst into tears as he confessed about what he did to Jazmine. Caesar's eyes were full of shock and anger built inside his body.