Strictly Business

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SHANNADE POV

We got home, to an opened front door. Shannon and I pulled out our loaded Glocks and headed inside, searching the house. I sign languaged Shannon that I was going to check upstairs and that she should cover me.

 I walked up to the dark room, opening the already unlocked door and pointing my pistol around. I turned the lights on. To my surprise, there was a man in there, a good looking guy actually, pointing his pistol at me. I motioned to Shannon to come up. She came and the man dropped his gun, after seeing that he's outnumbered.

I walked towards him, putting the pistol by his temple. Leading him down to the basement and Shannon tied him to a chair. I took a step back and observed him. I swear he was the finest thing ever, I closed my eyes and shook the thought away.

"Who sent you?" Shannon asked. He stays quiet.

"I'll go heat it up." I said, leaving Shannon with him.

SHANNON POV

I observed him. Just gorgeous. I kneeled down in front of him, grabbed his face so he looked up at me. For a moment, I looked into his sky blue eyes then moved his face out of my hand. As Shannade walked in with a butcher knife, heating it up with a blow torch.

"I ask again, who sent you?" He stays silent. I tore his shirt, displaying his built, tattooless torso. Shannade placed the blazing hot knife on his chest. Making him scream and yell in total agony.

"Who sent you, nigga?!?" I yelled. Shannade took the knife off and heat it more. He stays silent but little groans.

"You could make this easier for you, son. Just answer." Shannade said, with no care in her voice.

He spat on the ground, near my feet. I stood up.

"He's a tough one." I looked at Shannade, chuckling. 

We left him down there.