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Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909
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231 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sun Aug 16, 2009 11:48 am
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i'm over my grandma's house right now so i'm going to add
sorry it's been so long= computer troubles
sorry it's been so long= computer troubles
232 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sun Aug 16, 2009 11:52 am
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Chapter S I X
Never been afraid to say
what's on my mind at, any given time of day
‘Cause I'm a renegade.
-Eminem & Jay-Z
“What the fuck were you dumb ass niggas thinking? I mean do ya’ll understand English? Huh! Answer me Got-dammit!” Zion raged as she cut the power off on her Flat Screen TV and catapulted the remote across the living room, shattering it to pieces. “Please don’t all ya’ll mathafuckas speak at the same damn time.” The three men that sat before her were speechless- hell speechless would have to be an understatement. Although Zion told them to speak up, they knew that if any one of them opened their mouths, they would be dead in a blink of an eye.
Zion paced back and forth inside the wide space as the bun that sat on her head bounced slightly. “I pay you fucks to clean up and you can’t even do that shit right. Do ya’ll know what the fuck ‘clean’ means? Do I have to send you dumb bastards back to elementary school, no, back to Pre-K? My niece is two and she knows what clean means.”
The men nodded their yes.
“Yes what? Ya’ll want me to send ya’ll asses back to Pre-K?”
They then nodded their heads no.
“Well why don’t one of you give me a definition of clean then.”
Slim, the tall dark skinned man raised his hand. “Tidy, spotless.” He answered hesitantly.
“Now I’m really going to have to kill ya’ll. You knew what the shit meant, but you still left THE FUCKING BODIES AT THE SCENE!”
Cassidy and Melissa lay on separate ends of the love seat in Zion’s home, chuckling to themselves. When Zee went off on anyone, especially those who called themselves ‘tough guys’, they had to have front row seats. The shit was just that hilarious to them.
“I’ma tell ya’ll simple niggas this and you better listen good ‘cause I’m only saying it once.” She pointed her manicured fingers at them. “If one cop shows up at my door- you’re all dead. I don’t care if they are knocking on my door accidentally. Now get the fuck out my house.”
The men scrambled to their feet and out of the door. Cassidy clapped her hands and Melissa joined in as they laughed harder.
“You are the meanest bitch EVER.” Mel exaggerated.
“You could win an Oscar for that performance baby.”
“Ya’ll bitches are laughing and shit and we could get caught. You dumb ass whores.”
“No! You and Donna will get caught. There’s no we in ya’ll.” Melissa defended.
“Whatever. You two can get the hell out too.”
Cassidy rolled her eyes at her younger sister, “Are you going to tell Quentin?”
“No, for what? I don’t owe that nigga an explanation.”
“So you’re going to act like nothing happened?”
Zion sighed, “I mean, does it fucking matter?”
“Yes, it does matter because you like dude.”
Zion’s eyes bucked as she stared at Melissa, “Are you serious? I don’t like him- he’s cute, but that’s it.”
Her sisters were not having that.
“Zee you are a horrible liar. Just admit it to your big sister.”
“Cass shut up. I do not like him damn. Are you deaf or just plain stupid?”
“Both.”
Before Zion could elaborate on how stupid both of her sisters were being, her cell phone vibrated on the coffee table. She picked it up and her heart damned near jumped from her chest. Every time they called, she felt like a little girl again. Cassidy saw Zion’s frightened face and automatically knew that it was their parents.
“You better answer it.”
“Nope.” Zion denied the phone call and tossed the phone onto the black leather sofa. Not even seconds later, her front door was being pushed opened by no one other than her father himself- Marco Amoretti.
Melissa and Cassidy sat up aright on the couch and tried not to gaze into Marco’s eyes. Zion stood immobile, her feet planted firmly on the carpet.
“So you think that it’s cool to have police and crime scene mathafuckas inside my establishment AND THEN you ignore my fucking call when I try to reach you Zion?” Marco’s veins were bulging out of his neck, arms, and forehead. He looked over to the sofa and pointed his fingers to his other daughters. “Get ya’ll shit and bounce right now.” The girls left without a word, not looking up once. Marco slammed the door and Zion began to panic because she didn’t know what was in store for her at that moment. Her father was one crazy ass dude and her mother was not there to protect her at any costs. “Sit the fuck down Zion.”
She nodded her head and obeyed. Marco paced the floor, as she was just a few minutes before he had entered her home.
“I specifically explained to you, your sisters, and brothers that I don’t give a fuck what you do. You can kill everybody on this damn Earth if you wanted to, as long as it doesn’t trace back to this family. I told your ass to ACT like you have fucking sense when you are inside one of our businesses. When you are outside of our shit- I don’t care, but when police and such are bombarding in my shit- then there’s a problem. I want to understand why you can’t follow basic fucking rules. Do I need to break the shit down in simpler terms for your ass?”
Zion wanted to laugh because she was so much like Marco that it was ridiculous. She could’ve sworn that she had told her ‘clean-up crew’ the exact same thing.
She then shook her head no. “I understand the rules clearly dad.”
“Obviously not. My club looks like some shit off of CSI: Miami or something. They have to close my shit down to make it seem like they are doing their jobs and that’s fucking with my money. I have to pay them crooked ass cops when I’m not making the money that I usually give to them. You know I don’t play about my money Zee.”
“I know daddy-”
“I really don’t want to hear that shit.” Marco sighed, his furrowed eyebrows drawing stress lines on his forehead. “Don’t let this shit happen again Zion.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before pulling her arms up into a hug. His huge frame swallowed her smaller one.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, yeah. I love you.”
“I love you too."
"And your mother said you better bring your ass by to come see her.”
Zion chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully, “I’ll stop by later today.
“And I handled those dumb asses who didn’t clean up correctly for you. I’ll lend you some of my men until we find you some more.”
“Thanks.”
*******
End of Chapter Six!
Bumps & Ups are welcomed
Comments are appreciated
233 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sun Aug 16, 2009 12:23 pm
pureSEDUCTION
He shoulda hit her.
But maybe I'm being a little overdramatic
But maybe I'm being a little overdramatic
234 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sun Aug 16, 2009 12:25 pm
golden07
Admin
Lol...Still love this add
I'm bout to reread it
I'm bout to reread it
235 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sun Aug 16, 2009 1:42 pm
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LOL
i wanted to have him hit her
but that would be a little over the top. =)
Glad you like it that much Janae
i wanted to have him hit her
but that would be a little over the top. =)
Glad you like it that much Janae
236 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sun Aug 16, 2009 5:18 pm
enviousj
I love it! Zion is so raw...I love her attitude
237 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sun Aug 16, 2009 5:33 pm
yesimHER*
I THOUGHT IT WAS A NEW ADD 
you make me so sad. lol jk.
yes, her dad hitting her would be boarder line over the edge lol
i think i commented this on pr board?
well it was great to see her and her dad interact.
we've been hearing about her dad but was never really introduced to him and BOY are they alike
he CANT be upset with her. shes JUST LIKE HIM!!!
you make me so sad. lol jk. yes, her dad hitting her would be boarder line over the edge lol
i think i commented this on pr board?
well it was great to see her and her dad interact.
we've been hearing about her dad but was never really introduced to him and BOY are they alike
he CANT be upset with her. shes JUST LIKE HIM!!!
238 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sun Aug 16, 2009 5:34 pm
yesimHER*
which is weird becuase they arent even blood related. humph.
241 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:36 pm
heatRAE!
SO LIK ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP THIS STORY GOING??????
242 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Tue Oct 06, 2009 9:11 pm
pureSEDUCTION
Read it PRMB. That's what I do.
243 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:00 pm
heatRAE!
I THINK THEY CLOSED THAT BOARD DOWN OR SOMETHING.....WHEN I TRIED TO GET ON THERE IT DIDNT WORK
244 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:16 am
golden07
Admin
they surely did...dang man. thats jacked up.
Well we definately need to continue on with the great stories
Well we definately need to continue on with the great stories
245 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sat Nov 14, 2009 5:20 pm
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Hello LADIES!!!!
i've been gone for a minute now i'm back!
yes i'm going to continue the story
my computer is finally fixed and working
i've been gone for a minute now i'm back!
yes i'm going to continue the story
my computer is finally fixed and working
246 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sat Nov 14, 2009 6:06 pm
golden07
Admin
ITS ABOUT TIME
YAY!!!!
ADD ADD ADD ADD
YAY!!!!
ADD ADD ADD ADD
247 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sat Nov 14, 2009 6:22 pm
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LOL
i know right!
I'ma try to post an add in a minute
i know right!
I'ma try to post an add in a minute
248 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sat Nov 14, 2009 6:39 pm
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Chapter S E V E N
The sun beamed through Quentin’s open blinds and he groaned, trying to shield the bright light with his forearm, which did no justice at all. As soon as he opened his eyes to slits, his head began to throb dramatically. He slid from the sofa down to the carpeted floor, he could hardly get his body to move. Once he positioned himself upright, he placed his hands on his head and began to rub his temples.
When he felt his headache dying down a tad bit, his loud ass doorbell began to ring and banging followed. Quentin wanted to yell out for them to go away, but he couldn’t even complete that task.
“Can you open up this damn door- I know you’re in there!”
The sweet sound brought a smile and also confusion to his face. His drunken body wobbled a bit as he finally stood to his feet and made his way towards the door. He pulled the door open after unlocking the few locks and bolts. There she was- right in his face, looking as good as she did the night he first seen her. Hell, she looked even better.
“Have you been drinking?” Zion scrunched her nose up and pushed past Quentin, invading his personal space- his home.
“I’ve been drinking.”
“I know dumbass. Sit down before you hurt yourself.” She advised, watching him stumble over his own feet. He complied, slouching down into his black leather sofa, causing it to squeak. Zion picked up the few empty bottles of Crown Royal, Hennessy, and Jack Daniels and shook her head in disgust. He was really tripping off that unfaithful bitch, she thought as she maneuvered through his living room to the kitchen to discard the empty containers. Once she returned, she noticed the foul smell that lingered throughout. Zion was surprised that she didn’t notice upon entering his home.
“Quentin, darling, can you explain to me why it smells like shit in here?”
Quentin gave a long and hard pause before his eyes began to burn due to the fighting tears. Zion couldn’t help but to notice how weak Quentin really was and she now wondered why she was so attracted to him.
“She’s dead.”
“Who is dead?”
“Lauren, she died at the club a couple of days ago.”
Zion watched closely as tears profusely fell from his eyes. This would usually be the time where a normal person would feel some form of regret for what they’ve done, but as you can infer, Zion not so, err, normal. She dramatically rolled her eyes because honestly, she could care less.
“Quentin, honey,” She said in that same ‘almost’ caring tone, “When was the last time you showered?”
He shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Where is your bedroom?”
“Straight back.”
Zion marched back into his bedroom and made her way into the bathroom that was connected. She sat on the edge of the tub and turned the knob for hot water on before doing the same with the cold water. Once finding a nice temperature, she poured some of his axe body gel into the water, forming bubbles. She knew he would most likely hate the bubbles, but a dirty ass can never complain, or so she thought.
“Quentin!” She yelled over the running water, causing Que to jump up from the couch immediately. He shuffled around the coffee table and walked swiftly towards his bedroom. Que noticed Zion in the bathroom, so he followed.
“What’s this for?”
“You’re about to get clean.”
“I’m not taking a bath with bubbles.”
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m not.”
Zion stood to her feet quickly and pointed her finger onto his forehead- she hated when people told her no.
“You will get your funky ass in this tub or I will toss you in there myself. I have no problem with doing so, do you comprehend?”
He stared at her for a couple of seconds, trying to see if he could discover any signs of playfulness in her eyes. He couldn’t.
“Okay, okay, I’ll get in.”
“That’s what I thought. Now strip.” Zion ordered, turning off the faucets. Quentin stood there dumbfounded; he didn’t know what to do.
“Huh?”
“I said strip nigga. You can’t bathe with clothes on.”
“I’m not really, uh, comfortable with other females seeing me naked.”
“Well you are going to have to get over that phobia. Now come on…I promise I won’t laugh.”
He sighed, damn, peer pressure is a bitch, ain’t it?
Quentin removed his t-shirt and then the wife beater that was underneath.
“Can you turn around please?”
“No, I want to see.”
“Zion…for real.”
“Okay,” She turned her back towards him as he peeled out of the rest of his clothing. Quentin quickly stepped into the tub and sat down.
“I’m done now.”
Zion turned her body back around, “You cheated.”
He smirked, “Whatever.”
“Well can I wash you?”
“Are you always this aggressive?”
“Always.” She assured him before grabbing a face towel and lathering it up with soap.
Chapter E I G H T
“You did what? Are you crazy! I thought that you didn’t even like dude.”
“Can you keep your voice d-?”
“What did you do now Zion,” Gabrielle, the mother of the six children asked as she stepped into the kitchen with her granddaughter, Carmen cradled in her arms.
“I didn’t do anything ma,”
“Yes she di-“
“Melissa shut your fucking mouth, damn.”
“Damn,” the one-year-old baby repeated, giggling to her self. Gabrielle slapped her small hands and Carmen shot her a death glare.
“Don’t be staring at me like that little girl. Wait until your daddy gets here.”
“Curse at me one more time and I’m going to hop over this damn countertop.” Melissa threatened.
“I’m not worried about. You can never keep your mouth shut.”
“Ma, Zion went over that dude Quentin’s house today and look what little present he gave her.” Melissa told, pointing her finger towards the love marks that were scattered all around her older sister’s neck- the one’s she was trying to hide. “It looks nice on her, doesn’t it? She even let him cop a feel of that na-na.”
“Bitch!” Zion reached over and back-handed Melissa with all the strength in her body, causing Melissa to almost loose her balance on the barstool. Melissa jumped off of the chair and walked around to the other side of the counter towards her opponent. Zion stood to her feet, ready for whatever.
“I know ya’ll better get out my damn kitchen with that foolishness.”
Before anyone could throw the first punch, Marco entered the room along with Emanuel behind him.
“I know ya’ll wasn’t about to throw down without me being in here.” Manny joked as he grabbed his daughter from his mother’s arms, kissing her lightly.
“Ya’ll better sit ya’ll asses down somewhere. And what the hell is on your neck Zion?”
“Nothing,” She sighed, “I’m about to go.”
“No you’re not, who have you been letting suck on your neck Zee?” Emanuel questioned, “Because I know it wasn’t Christian who did that shit.” He joked.
“No one important,” Zion looked back over to Melissa, begging her silently to keep her mouth closed this time, but she knew it was a useless gesture. Melissa was ALWAYS about revenge.
“Quentin,”
Zion groaned and placed her head on the table. She did not want to hear what was next.
“Are you talking about that nigga who sister you beat up and the girlfriend you killed?”
“Yup,” Melissa spoke before Zion said anything- not that she was going to speak anyways.
“Mel shut up,” Their father said, “Zee why are you messing with him?”
“She’s messing with who, Quentin?” Donna stepped into the family conversation after hearing part of the banter.
“Damn, you knew about it too?”
“Can ya’ll just stay out of my damn business?” Zion’s voice was muffled, but everyone heard her clearly.
“Who the fuck you think you talking too?” Everyone inside the kitchen asked with much attitude inside his or her voices. She honestly couldn’t believe that her family was scolding her for allowing a dude that she liked suck on her neck- Hold up, did she just say that she liked him?
Catching feelings for Quentin was not in her agenda and damn sure wasn't something that she wanted.
But she couldn't help it.
****
HOPE YOU ENJOY
249 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:45 pm
golden07
Admin
OMG
this was long overdue
Im ready for the next add...
lol...Add Soon
this was long overdue
Im ready for the next add...
lol...Add Soon
250 Re: Assassin: First of Trilogy .+111909 Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:56 pm
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girl yes it was long overdue
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