After being abandoned by her father, Delicious Franks turned to the streets for protection. Selling her body and doing drugs brought her temporary comfort and warmth. Delicious found herself being pimped out and selling her body off to men. Without...
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Brutus quickly walked into the house not caring for the guests behind him and followed Amir. He can't believe that Amir would dodge him out and go on vacation during a time like this? Walking at a quick and sharp pace, Brutus quickly found himself right behind Amir. Amir could hear Brutus's big ass fucking footsteps and groaned. This niggas feet were too damn big and he knew Brutus was behind him because the ground became wobbly. Amir turned to look at Brutus with a vexed look on his face as he crossed his arms around his chest.
"Fuck do you want Brutus," Amir said impatiently as he looked at Brutus. There was a silly smile on his face as he looked at Amir than he licked his lips and blushed before saying, " How is Delicious?"
"What?" Amir questioned as he arched his neck back with a confused expression on his face. Brutus decided to repeat himself and say, "How is Delicious doing?"
"I am not responding to your comment Brutus. Please go to the other side of the villa and stay there. I only opened up the villa for you to stay due to the storm!"
"You know what this is about, Amir," Brutus said, his voice clipped, harsh. He stepped forward, forcing Amir to meet his gaze. "This isn't just about shelter from the storm, and you know it. Delicious is promised to me just as much as she belongs to you!"
Amir's jaw tightened, the line of his lips pressed into a thin, defiant line. His eyes, dark and sharp, met Brutus's. "Careful, Brutus. You're pushing your luck. Delicious doesn't belong to you and you know it! Delicious barely even knows better yet likes you, so don't push it!"
"Push it?" Brutus scoffed, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. "You act as if you have any claim over her. You don't. But I do. I've been patient-"
Amir cut him off growling sharply, " You barely know Delicious Brutus! You just met her like less than a fucking week ago and you are staking claim as if she belongs to you!"
"Delicious belongs to me just as much as she belongs to you! You promised and know is the time for you to repay it! Delicious is my wife and will be mother to my future children just as much as she will bare your children," Brutus boomed as a vein popped out of his neck.
The name hung in the air between them like a lightning strike. Delicious. The mere mention of her sent a jolt of fury through Amir's veins, and he took a step closer to Brutus, eyes hardening. Amir was so angry that he almost passed out from his fury. Just hearing Brutus call her his wife and the mother of his children made him sick. For so long, Amir dreamt of having Delicious to himself and he was not going to share her with Brutus. He would rather kill Brutus than allow for him to touch her.
Brutus on the other hand was angry that Amir was not accepting him. They were brothers but yet Amir treated him like he was a stranger. Children or not, Amir made that blood oath and he had no choice but too abide by it. Regardless of who Amir married, Brutus would marry her as well that was the promise.
