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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"That," Brutus said grimly as he clenched his jaw, watching Anun's golden aura disappear into the crowd, "is trouble. And the last thing we need is him sniffing around you."
The weight of Brutus's words crashed down on Delicious like a ton of bricks but she quickly regrouped. There was a message hidden in Brutus's words almost as if he was giving her a warning.
Delicious crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, irritation bubbling back to the surface. "Sniffing around me? Please! He ain't gonna find anything," She tilted her head, mocking Anun's earlier intensity. "Prince what's-his-name again?" she asked, raising her fingers to make exaggerated air quotations.
"Anun," Brutus replied darkly, his jaw tightening.
"Yeah, that pussy nigga so weird! Just glowing and staring and shit. Like he some kind of goddamn lighthouse! I swear it was like he was staring into my soul!" Delicious snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. She waved her hand dismissively, her irritation flaring into a full-blown rant. "And then he had the nerve to get messy at the end, like—boy, you don't even know me!"
Brutus snorted, trying to stifle a laugh, but Delicious wasn't done. She turned her head sharply, glancing in the direction Anun had gone. The faint golden glow of his footsteps still lingered on the floor, each step fading slowly into the air, leaving a surreal and eerie trail behind him. The once vibrant, golden-lit nightclub now felt dim and lifeless in his absence, as if his presence had pulled the light itself from the room. A strange look flickered in her eyes as she watched his slender back exit the club.
Delicious shook her head, her lips curling in frustration. "See? What kind of glow in the dark ass mess is that? Ugh! This man need to sign up to be street lamp because he brighten the place up," She huffed, crossing her arms tighter, but her eyes lingered on the fading glow for just a moment longer.
Brutus leaned closer, his expression softening as he looked at her. "You handled him well Delicious," he said quietly. "Most people wouldn't dare stand up to someone like him. I'm shocked you didn't pee in your pants and fall to your knees and worship!"
