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...
A/N: I have not been on Wattpad for a while and I just learned that they removed the private message button. Which is crazy because the only way to contact a individual is through comments or posting a message on their board. That is Ludacris!
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"I know, but what about Delicious?"
"But you're not answering me! What about her? What about Delicious?"
"Delicious isn't listening to us anymore. We have to take care of her."
"Delicious is our wife!"
"And what about Brutus?"
"He's listening too much. We have to get rid of him!"
"We can't kill him. He's too strong!"
"Then we'd have to shoot him ten times and burn the body after!"
Delicious could hear the murmurs like whispers crawling into her ears. She turned her head slightly, her heart skipping a beat when her gaze locked onto Brutus, who was staring at her with an unsettling sparkle in his eyes. Seeing the blue and green eyes balls stare at her made her shiver. Why was this man in her bed? Why was she in his arms? When did he come? And why is he so close to her? All the questions rammed her head as she stared at him which a uncomfortable gaze. Fear clawed at her throat as she opened her mouth to scream, but Brutus was faster. He clamped a hand over her mouth, his grip firm yet not painful, and shook her face gently. Her head jerked as his hand gripped her mouth forcing her to not speak.
"Shh," he murmured, his voice low but commanding.
Delicious grunted against his palm, her muffled sounds of protest tapering off as the background chatter grew louder, the voices more distinct.
"Listen to me, Jose! I said be quiet!"
"I refuse to stay silent, Amir! You need to hear me—Brutus is no good!"
"Shut up!"
"Do you know how long we've fought for this!"
The sharp crash of items hitting the floor echoed in her ears, making her flinch. She frowned, her breathing quickening as Brutus leaned closer. Brutus could feel her breath touching his skin as she began to exhale rapidly.
"He's having an episode," Brutus whispered. "Don't mind him. He is triggered by something and his body can't handle himself at the moment. He's fighting himself. Fighting for control against the thing that lays waste in his body begging to take over!"
Delicious felt her heart hammering against her ribcage, her unease doubling with every word. A solid tear fell from her right eyes and onto Brutus's hand. A broken look was displayed as Delicious stopped fighting in Brutus's arms and relaxed. The tension in her muscles were released as she surrendered. Clenching her jaw, Delicious felt the effects of each word Brutus spoke rip at her heart.
