Daniel Alderidge the textbook definition of the 'Good boy'. He comes from a rich high society family, follows the rules, never rebels but something changes when he realizes that he only has one year left to get the love of his life, Chanella.
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Dwaine O' Connor
I mentally accessed the folder in my brain where I had stored everything I knew about the waste of human flesh before me. It wasn't so much as I hated the guy, it just has always been on sight between us.
Our spirits never took each other. Always clashing. Destined to be on opposite sides.
I decided to start off soft, allowing him to set the pace on how ruthless the verbal lashings and outing of secrets will go.
I pulled out the theatrics by dramatically thinking of what to say. My hands formed the thinker pose, fist under chin, looking off into the distance.
"Never have I ever fucked my friends' boo."
This damn mouth and brain are never on the same page!
His eyes widened then narrowed in on me. Based off of his mortified facial expression, I regretted nothing.
I darted my eyes back and forth, quickly, between the full shot glass in front of him and his stupid face; encouraging him to drink up.
I smiled
"Who did you sleep with?" Daniel asks with an uncomfortable chuckle.
Just then the girl of the hour walks up to Daniel, snaking her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. He responded instinctually by laying one arm around her shoulders. Her ears were probably burning.
Bentley refused to take his eyes off of me as if cursing me to hell; wishing I would just spontaneously implode in the very spot that I stood.
I'm a bad bitch you can't kill me!
"Drink up! Its not fun if you don't tell the truth." I demanded.
"She is lying." He says. Bentley was now feeling uncomfortable with the energy we had created.
I guess this crack baby took things too far.
He gently pushes Selena away from him so he could have more room to concoct a way to get out of this one.
"Oh, come on Ben Ben. You know I don't make accusations without proof." I broke his eye contact to lock eyes with her. I never got her name.
Her eyes seemed to be pleading with me not to say anything else. She won't find any sympathy here. I had a one-track mind when it came to matters of revenge and I didn't give a shit about casualties.
"Dude?" Daniel seemed to be pleading for confirmation that it wasn't with who he think it is.
The vibration from my purse made me mentally check out from the conversation.
I had 2 missed calls and an 'I'm outside' text from an unknown number.
I was on high alert. Why wouldn't he use his regular number if this was Marcus?
Who else knew where I was?
The logical response would be to call Marcus and ensure that it was him but what if he was compromised?
I looked up to find Selena already staring at me. I motioned to the exit and we made our way through the crowd.
When she was close enough to me, I whispered, "Watch your surroundings. An unknown number said they are outside, and Marcus was supposed to pick us up. I don't know who this is so be prepared to gut a bitch. Remember, jugular or heart."
The bubbly bimbo expression she wore all day was now replaced with a hard, resting bitch face.
"I got you."
In the middle of the street that was littered with cars on both side of the road, was a black BMW with dark tinted windows.
No other person was outside, which means no witnesses.
I stopped Selena when we were in the line of sight of the vehicle. I raised my phone in the air to signal that they should call me again.
I was a naturally suspicious and cautious person, always had to be because no one was there to look out for me.
Seconds later, the phone rings.
"Get in the car." Gruff voice with a tinge of an Irish accent says.
"With whom am I speaking to?" I say in my best customer service voice.
Selena was staring at me for answers.
The back door of the vehicle opens and out walks the most intimidating man I have ever laid eyes on.
He hangs up the phone and tucks it into his pocket. His long strides quickly take him the short distance between us and the car.
"I am here to collect what is mine." He says this as he blatantly takes in my barely covered flesh, a little too much emphasis on the word 'mine'.
I remained silent with a raised brow to encourage him to elaborate further.
"Marcus was supposed to make the collection, I came instead because I was in the neighborhood." I didn't find his answer to be sufficient and I was growing antsy.
"Again, and you are?" I couldn't help the amount of sass that came out with that question. It was my second time asking, I was cold and drained from too much socializing.
"Dwaine." He said as his body shifted. His head tilted slightly to the side; shoulders pushed back.
I was then very aware of how much bigger this man was than me. In Hight and muscle.
"Call Marcus, Dwaine." I demanded simply. There was clearly some information that I was missing.
I was not about to be a target by giving money that was not mine to the wrong person. I dealt with Marcus and Marcus alone. And if this turned out to be true, Marcus was going to get it for putting me in this situation.
"Excuse me." He was now visibly irritated. This only made him look scarier. He clenched his jaw as if he was stopping himself from saying something.
He chuckles humorlessly.
"Get in the fucking car! The both of you." Over his shoulder, a large man in a crisp black suit now stood, hands crossed before him, a gun clutched in hand.
"I guess we are getting in the fucking car." Selena says with a sigh.
