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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Loud bangs ruptured through the villa, causing sharp ripples to echo through its luxurious halls. The floor vibrated as the walls trembled under the force of Amir and Brutus's fists colliding with each other. Each punch sliced through the air like a whip cracking, the intensity breaking the sound's natural rhythm. Brutus, heavy-handed and precise, delivered razor-sharp blows that left Amir's nose bleeding. Crimson drops stained the pristine white tiles beneath their feet.
Unfazed by the blood dripping from his face, Amir lunged forward, ramming Brutus into the wall with such force it quivered again. A groan escaped Brutus, but instead of anger, a broad, taunting smile spread across his face as his back pressed against the solid surface.
"Pussy!" Brutus spat, his voice dripping with mockery.
Amir's hand lashed out like a whip, slapping Brutus across the mouth. "The fuck! Nigga, I ain't no pussy — you're the pussy!"
Brutus snarled, wiping the corner of his mouth. "I'm not a pussy, Amir, and you know that! I can't believe I'm even entertaining your ugly ass right now. I should really beat the fuck out of you!"
"Bitch, ain't nobody wanna talk to you anyway!" Amir shouted with a fury laced beneath his words as he added fuel to the fire by saying, "Yet, here you are, in my house."
"Nigga, this ain't even your house! You're renting it!" Brutus yelled as his voice reverberated off the hollow walls and flowed downstairs causing the visitors to perk their ears up listening to the conversation between the two.
Amir smirked. "And so what? While I'm renting it, it's temporarily mine. Now what?"
"Nigga, shut up!" Brutus shot back, pacing as his temper flared.
"Why the hell are you following me anyway? I left to get away from your crazy ass, and here you are, stalking me and Delicious on vacation," Amir bellowed at him as a vein began to form at the intersection of his chest and neck. Angered and irritated was a understatement, Amir wanted Brutus out of here. His perfection vacation that he prearranged so going array. The storm, Brutus, the random people in his house, and Delicious's tantrum all made him want to spaz. Amir's right eyes began to twitch from the rage he was currently experiencing. Amir just wanted to lay down and be in Delicious's arm in this moment.
Seeing Brutus standing before him ignited a surge of anger in him. His chest began to heave as he exhaled and inhaled sharply while locking eyes with him. The tension in the hallway was very dark and heavy. Broken walls and shattered China littered the floor, painting the scene like the aftermath of a violent crime. Blood splattered across the walls and tiles, while jagged holes and fractured glass bore testament to the ferocity of the struggle that had unfolded. Brutus covered his mouth when he saw Amir's reaction and wanted to express a jolly laugh but could not longer contain himself.
Brutus's laughter was sharp, almost bitter. "Stalk you? You must be out your rabbit-ass mind. Last I checked, I'm in uniform, carrying dignitaries from the Red-Haired Tribe. You think I landed this plane just to see your sorry ass? Be for real."
