Page 122 of Deuce

“F… fu… fuck you?—”

Before he could finish the word, I unloaded my clip into his face. The scene before me looked like a massacre. Blood and carnage were everywhere. The clean-up crew had alot to take care of, but I’d make sure they were heavily compensated.

I took one last look at the mess before heading back outside with my family. As I stepped outside, two large trucks were backing in. The clean-up crew had arrived to take the bodies.After briefly speaking with the head nigga in charge, I made my way other to Salima.

She sat on the bed of one of SUVs with a blanket around her. When she saw me, she jumped down and ran into my arms. Hot tears stained my shirt as her cries filled my ears.

“I got you,” I said, kissing her temple. “I’ve always got you.”

I jumpedas the door opened. Sitting up on the old mattress, I waited to see who was coming. In stepped Mirron with a bag from Waffle House. I hadn’t eaten since I’d been here. Every time they brought me something, I went into defense mode the minute my hands were free.

Mirron tossed the food on the bed and pulled the key from his pocket.

“Are you gonna act like you have some sense today?” he asked, peering down at me. “I know you have to be hungry.”

“You don’t give a fuck if I’m hungry.”

He chuckled. “I do. I need you to keep your strength up. I know you don’t think I’m willingly gonna give you up, do you? You’re the boyfriend is gonna show up here with the family in tow. That’s my perfect opportunity to get rid of them all. Then you and I are gonna have a little fun.”

He traced my jaw with his hand. I jerked away, but that only made him grab me by my throat and force me to look at him.

“You’ll learn to love it here,” he said, leaning into me. “I see you’re the type of lil’ bitch I’ll have to break down.”

I was about to spit in his face again until he placed the barrel of a gun under my chin.

“Swallow it.”

Reluctantly, I swallowed the spit in my mouth.

“Good girl.”

I almost gagged when he kissed the corner of my mouth.

“You have the prettiest lips,” he declared, tracing my bottom one as he groped himself. “You suck a mean dick, don’t you?”

My eyes watered and my lips trembled as I heard his pants unzip. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see anything he was trying to show me.

His grip on my throat tightened. “Open your fucking eyes.”

Frantically, I shook my head. A hard slap across my face forced my eyes opened. I found him stroking himself. If he put that shit anywhere near my mouth, I was biting that muthafucka off. Thankfully, I was saved when one of the other men poked his head in the door, holding up what I knew was a burner phone.

“You have a call,” he said, eyeing us suspiciously.

“Be right there.” Mirron turned back to me as he released me and fixed his clothes. “We’ll finished this later. Eat up.”

He left the room, and my appetite went with him. My stomach was cramping so bad, but after seeing that, I couldn’t eat a thing. Where the fuck was Deuce?

The sound of my bedroom door opening woke me from the nightmare I’d been having for a week straight. I looked up to see my mama walking in with a tray of food. When I was rescued, allI wanted to do was come home. Not to my place. Not to Deuce’s. Home. I just wanted my mama.

I wanted her to hold me and kiss my seemingly never-ending tears as she reassured me that everything was going to be okay.

“Are you hungry, baby?” she asked softly.

I shook my head.

“You need to eat, Salima. Come on, sit up.”

Reluctantly, I sat up in bed. She placed the tray over my lap and grabbed my hands for a quick prayer. When she was done, she proceeded to feed me, just as she had done when I was a little girl.

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