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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The door to Amir's room creaked open, and the sound of heavy, measured footsteps broke the sterile stillness. Amir's eyes darted to the intruder, narrowing with unbridled fury as Brutus stepped inside. The man's imposing figure filled the doorway, his usual stoic mask firmly in place. There was a anger and a rage in Amir's eyes that danced as he looked at Brutus. Of course, he did not believe the nurse. Delicious was here! He could smell her on him! Now the real question was where was she. Since Brutus placed him here he had to bring Delicious. There was no way Delicious would leave him here alone. Unless Brutus took her away or she ran away?
Amir turned his head sharply, glaring at Brutus with a rage that practically crackled in the air. His nostrils flared, and his fists clenched at his sides. Delicious. The closer Brutus walked the more of her scent he could inhale—the faint, unmistakable scent of her perfume.
"Brutus," Amir growled, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Where the fuck is she?"
Brutus froze at the foot of the bed, his expression unreadable, but Amir wasn't fooled. He saw it—the tension in the man's shoulders, the slight clench of his jaw. Something was wrong. Brutus's face was blank, his expression giving nothing away. Brutus could feel Amir's rage and anger spread through the room like butter. He knew Amir was angry and was gonna grill his ass. His heart was in his ass walking here. De'mon took Delicious! He was not in the mood either. He had a whole night planned for Delicious and yet De'mon came and took her. Brutus searched high and low and could not find her. Amir was not the only one in emotional distress.
"Where's Delicious?" Amir pressed, his voice rising. "Don't give me that bullshit the nurse tried to feed me. I know she was here! Now tell me! Where is she?"
Brutus met Amir's burning gaze, the silence between them suffocating. Amir pushed himself upright, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as pain flared in his ribs, but he didn't care. His anger drowned out everything else.
"Answer me!" he shouted.
Brutus exhaled slowly as he closed his eyelids, the weight of the situation dragging his shoulders down. "She's gone."
Amir froze, the words slamming into him like a physical blow. "What the hell do you mean, gone?" His voice cracked, raw with desperation. "Where is she? Where is my wife?"
A tear slipped down Amir's cheek, unbidden and unchecked, as his mind raced. Gone. Dead. Missing. The words swirled in his head, each iteration worse than the last. A look of betrayal twisted his features. She was his to protect, to love, and now she was gone. It was not Amir's fault that he was poisoned but the fact that Brutus made a reckless mistake this big just made Amir furious.
Brutus's head dipped, shame casting a shadow over his face. He looked worn—his eyes sunken, dark circles marring his skin as if he hadn't slept in days. There was a exhausted and sad look on his face as he faced Amir. Amir was too emotional to even give Brutus a glance. Amir honestly was about to lose his mind.
