A rose once grew where all could see, sheltered beside a garden wall, And as the days passed swiftly by, it spread its branches, straight and tall... One day, a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide The rose bent gently toward its warmth then passed beyond to the other side Now, you who deeply feel its loss, be comforted – the rose blooms there- its beauty even greater now
- A.L. Frink
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I knew the moment I laid eyes on her I had to have her. My body hummed with energy, my muscles tightened with tension, and my cock grew thick with anticipation of hitting the bottom of her stroke after stroke.
"Beyoncé," Rih's deep voice said my name with inquisition. She must've seen that my attention was elsewhere, that something or rather someone had caught my eye long enough to distract me from her. I laughed a little to myself, Rih was always making sure we stuck to any plan we came up with, so going off script right now had her attention fully on me.
I ran a hand through my thick honey hair and then down my face. It had been months since my last adventure outside of anything that didn't include knives, death, or blood being spilled across a concrete floor.
"Rihanna," I said her name with the same tone, my eyes meeting her dark ones. Her thick eyebrows shot up, and a smooth smirk spread across her arrogant face.
Rih was a attractive fucker with her dark hair and green eyes, but there was more to her than her good looks. Her body was built for the kill, her mind sharp as a nail, and her dominant nature always in full effect.
Then there was me. Being a killer wasn't by choice. When your parents' owed money to someone and payment was late, something was taken in return. Something or someone. That someone was me. Boss took me and made me into exactly what he saw fit. A murderer is what I became. I dealt with the death and blood that loomed around me the only way I knew how. I relished in it. And if your name ended up on my list, you were good as dead. After all, I had a vengeance−a thirsty need for blood that couldn't be quenched no matter how many times I slaughtered those that took from me. Then things changed. I changed. Sometimes you were just the pawn in the middle of a war bigger than you ever suspected.
Secrets of the past were exposed, sides were taken, and it was then that I realized loyalty was not given freely but earned. Especially when it was your family at risk.
A menacing growl escaped Rih's mouth, pulling me from my own fucked up thoughts. My eyes immediately met the cold stare in hers. She knew I wasn't fucking around tonight, no matter what the fuck she had to say about it. When I went back to the seedy hotel room I was currently occupying, I wasn't going back alone.
"She's too pretty, too−" Rihanna paused for a moment as I turned my attention back to the girl in front of us. "Too goody to shoes, if you know what I mean."
