Beside Every King Is His Queen *SAMPLE*

Chapter 3: Present Day

                                                                               11 Years Later...

Skylar's eyes flew open as she sat up quickly. She was drenched in cold sweat as she brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face. She had yet another nightmare about her parent's murder and it was taunting her. She glanced at the clock and noticed it was 5:45am. She crawled out of bed and turned on her small side table lamp. She sat down at her desk and continued a drawing she was working on the previous day. Skylar had taken a real liking to art and she was very good at it. She had drawn the events that happened to her when she was ten, and hung them up all over her walls. She would NEVER forget the face of the man that killed her parents. Skylar was now twenty-one years old, and no longer the small innocent little girl she once was. She had matured into a beautiful young lady with a smart mind to match. Her light caramel skin had the same glow like her mothers, her eyes were a beautiful light brown color, she had small dimples, and her hair was long, black, and it was all hers. She had a perfectly round head that went with her sexy model body. She was 5'3, with nice size breast, a flat stomach, and a perfectly round ass. She looked so much like her mother who was mixed with black, white, and Indian; but she had the attitude like her father. She was a hot headed mess with no filter and she didn't care about what she says, or how she says it. Skylar concentrated hard on her drawing as the sun slightly peeked through her blinds. She didn't stop drawing until she heard a knock at her door.

"What?" Skylar said, calmly.

"Sky? I can't sleep. I had another nightmare." Kyliee said. Kyliee was now nineteen years old. The death of their parents really took a toll on her and she's been in therapy ever since she was eight years old. She tried to live a normal life, but every time she went somewhere, she was afraid that the same men that killed their parents was going to come back and get her. Kyliee was the exact opposite of her sister. She had taken a liking to writing instead of drawing. She was shy and a very big loner. She often stayed to herself unless she was talking to her sister or grandma. Kyliee had also matured into a beautiful young woman. Her skin was light with the same gorgeous glow like her sister, her eyes were hazel brown that changed colors every now and then. She had dimples and her long, black hair was always curly and in a high, messy bun. She had a slim figure with nice sized breast, a semi flat stomach, and a small but grip able ass. She resembled Skylar in more ways than one, but she always thought Skylar was prettier. She laid in Skylar's bed and threw the blankets over her.

"I had one too." Skylar said. Kyliee poked her head out from under the covers.

"Do you think it's a sign?" Kyliee asked.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's normal. Dr. Walter said that the dreams can occur anytime." Skylar said. Skylar use to see the same therapist, but she stopped when she started drawing.

"Do you miss them?" Kyliee asked.

"Of course I miss them! They were my parents too." Skylar said.

"I know...I...I'm sorry." Kyliee said. She bit her bottom lip as she laid back down. Upsetting her sister was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Is grandma up?' Sky asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't think so." Kyliee said. Skylar sat her pencils down and stood up.

"I guess I'll make breakfast. You hungry?" Sky asked her little sister.

"Yeah. I'll help." Kyliee said.

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Dacieon Torres

Dacieon had his head back as one of the strippers gave him head. He moaned as the girl went all the way down on him and back up again.

"Damn girl." He moaned. The stripper girl moaned as she tightened her mouth around his thick pole.

"Ohhh shit!" He said through gritted teeth.

"You like that daddy?" The stripper said.

"Hell yeah!" Dacieon said pushing the girls head back down. He felt his phone vibrate, but he didn't budge. He groaned as he leaned down to get it. He checked the ID and quickly dismissed the stripper.

"Aye...bounce shawty." He said. The stripper whined, but she did what she was told. He answered the phone and listened to the female automated voice person.

"You have a collect call from.....Pops.....an inmate from...." The automatic voice system said. Dacieon didn't have time to listen to that as he pressed 0 to answer the phone.

"Sup Pops?" He Said.

"What's up lil nigga? What you got going on?" Dacieon's dad asked.

"Finna go check out the traps." Dacieon said.

"Good. Aye I got something for you to handle." He said.

"What's up?" Dacieon said.

"My nigga Ray is going to bring you a grocery list. I need you to get everything on that list." He said. That was code for he wanted Dacieon to go out and kill everyone that was on that list.

"Okay I gotcha." Dacieon said.

"I know you do son. I love you and I'll call you soon." The line went dead. Twenty five year old Dacieon basically worshipped the ground his father walked on. He wanted to follow in his footsteps and become the next kingpin, and now that his father is in jail, he now has a chance to prove himself. The streets were all Dacieon knew since he was a child. His mother dropped him off with his dad and he hasn't seen her since. His dad raised him to be who he is today, a hot headed man who was all about his money. Dacieon didn't plan on spending the rest of his life in the streets. He eventually wanted to settle down, get married, and have a family. But until he found a ride or die chick to share his dreams with...he'd just be working these streets; making money and burying bodies.