Claydel Vail Jenner is a 36 year old Kittitian woman who has lost her family in a tragic accident.
Coping with her lost she finds her self Fallen victim at the hands of her late husband's Mistress
and his work partner. Clay fled to the city of At...
There is one place that I can go for answers. One person that's linked to all this in some way.
I have a feeling Xavier slip this into my doll. Why? I don't know, but some how I have to find out.
I am not to much of a fool to not know what kinda heat I am carrying in my pocket.
It runs my blood cold just thinking about it. How the fuck did Xavier get his hands on this any way?
What I do know for sure is that Kain, Isabel and Myar ran in the same circle with Xavier and the only link to that circle is in this place.
Shit, I've told my self that I would never set foot back here again, but I do not seem to have much of a choice.
Nodding my head at some familiar faces, the guys daps me up as I casually stroll through the trap door.
The air thick with weed and sex as always. Half naked girls lounging around, some grinding on the thugs in the dark corners almost completely engulfed in smoke.
" Wad up C? Tank walks up to me, dapsing me up and pulling me into a tight hug. Our hands still holding crush between our chest. " long time no see. How u been?"
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"Am good man." Tank release me from the hug and I flash him a genuine smile. Tank is the kinda guy
that always have ur back. You roll right with him, he roll right with you.
" where ur brother at? A need to halla at him for a bit." Slapping him playfully across his shoulder.
" Man he at the back some where dealing with some shit." Tank nod his head to the big black door behind him, then shrugs." You know how that shit goes."
"Yea." nodding my head in confirmation.
" Arite man, good to see you again." Daps Tank up for the last time before making my way to the back.
Walking down the dark hall way, the door at the end flew open. A tall bulky guy steps backwards out of the door dragging a body by the legs.
I step to the side as they pass me by. The body was badly beaten and bloody. light groans gurgles in his throat while his limp hands sways with the pull of his body.
Blood streaks along the floor almost matching perfectly with the black streak pattern in the off white and black tile.
This Is the kind of shit I use to see every day staying here, so this is nothing to me. Can't say I miss it though.
Chances are that poor unfortunate sap had it coming to him. ok, well look on the bright side he is still alive right?
"So what dat nice up standing gentle man did to earn such a sweet beating?" Stepping over the blood stains on the floor, walking into the dark room. one light in the middle of the room showing dead center.
