He's That Thug

♥ Chapter Fourteen ♥

As I walked down the block, I noticed someone walking behind me. Whoever it was walked at a interesting rate. Not to far but not too close either.

I looked back to at that it was a male. I couldn't see who because of the hood covering his face. I could see his smirk though. I picked up my pace, note feeling scared.

"Where you headed, ma?"

I froze. No. Anyone but him.

"None of your business, dick."

He laughed and stepped up to me, his breath fanning my neck. "You grew balls since we last interacted. Tell me, how are you? I heard about daddy dearest."

"Do not mention my father." I spun around to face him, my eyes narrowed. "Go away."

"Aww. I was actually hoping for a round two..." Hood goers graced my neck and he smirked. "The first time was just so...forceful."

I shoved him away from me. "You raped me."

"Please," Vincent scoffed, "you loved it."

My hand went to slap him, but he caught it without even blinking. I tried to pull away, but the back of his hand striking my face stopped me.

"Don't."

"Nigga, I don't like you. The only way you could even get Me in bed is if you raped me."

"That shouldn't be a problem."

I closed my eyes tightly to stop the tears from falling. "Anthony is going to kill you when he finds you."

"What, are you serious? Stupid bitch. I own Anthony. He works for me. If o told him to kill you, he'd do it."

"No he wouldn't." I knew he was lying. He knew it too. Anthony wouldn't--couldn't--kill me. Because he likes me.

"He would if I threatened everyone he loves. He would if he found his mother raped on the floor of her bedroom with his father ducktaped and tied to a chair, forced to watch." My eyes  widened. "He would if he found his adorable little sister hanging from the ceiling fan, a rope tied around her neck, eyes open and starting down at him blankly."

I felt sick to my stomach.

"I'm pretty sure he'd kill you then."

I pulled away from him. Vincent took put his glock and aimed it st my head.

"Stop it!" I yelled, trying to back away.

He shrugged. "You wanna know somethin sweetheart? My daddy's dead too. I shot him in the head twise. Then I put the gun in my mother's hand and made her shoot herself in the head. Looked like she killed him then herself."

"Why?"

"Cuz' I'm in the business. Dad was gonna rat on me to the cops. He knew about the sales, the people I killed, he knew everything cuz I head a rat in my team. Since my moms saw me kill him, I hadda end her to. She was just collateral damage."

I shook me head. " Da Fuck is wrong with you, nigga? You shot your dad in cold blood like that? And your moms...how you live with your dusty flusty lookin ass self?"

He glared at me. "Don't be so quick to judge me, little slut. I heard you killed your mama too."

I picked up a rock and through it at him, narrowly missing his head. "I didnt kill my mother!" I screamed.

He aimed the gun and fired. I fell to the floor, gasping.

"What the hell?!"

"I missed on purpose. Do not think for a second that I won't strangle you or put a bullet in between those pretty eyes of yours."

He walked up to me. "But I wont."

I glared up at him. All the anger came rushing back full force. He killed his parents with no regrets. Just...boom...dead. He threatens Anthony's family...his little sister. He threatens me.

"Why not?"

I was curious.

"Because Anthony will be doing it for me."

I shook my head, eyes wide. "No. Please dont do this. Ill do anything you want. He'll do it. To save his whole family? He'll do it. I'll do anything."

Vincent smiled. "Anything?"

I nodded.

"Good. Your gonna be mine. My girl. You stand by my side. Whatever I need help with, you do. I'm tryna get this guy, Consence. Big time dealer. He's got a crazy girlfriend, but likes himself some side pussy. He's protected. Bodyguards, hit men, that type of shit. You help me get close enough to kill him, and I might just not kill your boyfriend's family."

I shook my head. "You mean like a groupie bitch? Oh hell no. Roxanne is nobodys bitch."

He smirked. "Youll do it, or Ill send my best guy to slaughter his whole family."

I let the tears fall. He meant it. "Fine."

Vincent nodded. "Good girl."

"What do I have to do?"

"Be a 'girlfriend'. You'll be the good little girlfriend who kiss me and loves me, blah, blah. When it comes to my business, you do what I ask. No questions. You do what you gotta do, no matter what."

I nodded. "Okay."

"And at home? You Fuck me like there's no tomorrow."