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  We laid back and watched movies until lunchtime. I brought her up a deluxe chicken Caesar salad and breadsticks that I texted Digi to tell Club to make ahead of time. Hour after hour her light was shining brighter and the sadness slowly fading away. I tried to keep her mood up by choosing comedies and occasionally poking her side making her squeal. She’d lace our fingers together and would kiss my hand, she loved the role reversal. Trying to “romance” me instead of the other way around.

  Around 2 pm she turns around after spooning since the last movie. "I wish this were all a dream, a nightmare I could just wake up from. The only saving grace is I have you around, thank you for trying to cheer me up." She kisses my cheek and I muss her hair. "No problem, kiddo."

  UNKNOWN PAST

  LYRIC

  He's trying his best, he really is, and for that I am thankful. But there's a fire burning within me that wants to know who would do this and why.

  I assume it's trashy ass Malibu barbie after our last altercation and her threat to "finish this" but she's not bright enough. She must be working with someone or there's someone else who wants my place gone.

  Was it because I now owned it? Or was Dave planning to sell the place and retire? Did I get in the way of someone’s plans of buying it?

  My gut says Johnny has something to do with this. He's been absent since the initial attack and subsequent threat to hurt me. Word is he's been handling business with a new client, moving literal truckloads of crystal meth and ecstasy through the Badlands to California.

  Supposedly his new client is filthy rich legally by owning a top firm and owning a multi-million-dollar mansion high on the hills. Why he was dealing with the likes of a scumbag toad like Johnny beats me.

  Rumor has it that Johnny's supplier wanted to sell the buyer some of their lesser quality products for the same amount and Johnny went to pick up the cheap stuff. Which means he wasn't here when my place burned down, but I wouldn't put it past him to pay someone to do it.

  I hope to find out what happened soon. I know Digi felt well enough to pull the camera footage from the security company's main drive. I hope somehow...someway we find out who did this.

  UNKNOWN POV

  "Johnny, I'm short a goddamn kilo of meth, what gives? You skimming off the top again? The only reason you aren't dead by my hands yet is I need this shipment to the Davila Cartel tomorrow. You need to lay off the drugs you fucking nitwit before you get us all killed trying to short the Cartel. Now go get me another fucking kilo!"

  The sharply dressed man slammed his hands down on his desk and Johnny jumped up quickly to produce that kilo somehow before tomorrow morning when the Davila family pulled up to his boss’s two-story, six-bedroom, four bathroom hacienda style ranch home.

  Or one of his homes, he kept a place in New Mexico, Arizona, along the drug trafficking trails to keep an eye out, but his HQ was California, L.A. to be exact.

  Almost 30 years ago he took on his dad's thriving legitimate business...but it wasn't enough. He was money-hungry, trying to live above his means, impress the high-end escorts or sluts he strutted around town with, show them the lavish lifestyle then fuck their brains out. He wasn't ready to settle down, he loved the fast-paced life of $1200 an ounce Ossetra caviar, wild parties on sports cruiser yachts, French Chateau Petrus Pomerol bordeauxs, and gratuitous sex.

  His father was adamantly against his wild and carefree behavior, living the privileged life on his dime. His father worked hard to build his business and his brand to afford the lifestyle he was in; his son was hanging on his coattails.

  So, to punish him his father put a stipulation in his will that when he passed the money would go to his first grandchild and not his son. If there was no grandchild, the money would be donated anonymously to charity.

  When he found out his dad's intentions, he was livid. He wanted to kill him but without an heir that would cause him to lose the money. He stewed in his hatred for his dad.

  Desperate, he fathered a child with a girl he met during a drug run from Torréon, Mexico through Chihuahua, through New Mexico on the way to a warehouse distribution center in Las Vegas.

  She was an easy lay, but he promised her the world to convince her to have sex without protection. He figured she was living in this dead-end town and him being a rich guy from L.A. he would spin the perfect fairytale in her mind, and it worked. He even went so far as to take her to L.A. so he could play the family man card to his dad and get his approval, thinking his son was finally settling down.

  A façade he used in hopes of collecting that money after the child passed on, that was the only loophole to get the money.

  His child had to die to collect his father's millions...that was 29 years ago...

  Good thing for him, they never left Van Hollen, New Mexico.

  JOHNNY

  "Get on the phone with Manuel and get me that kilo!" Johnny screams at his minions as he paces while pulling his hair. He couldn't afford another mistake; his drug habit would surely be his demise if he didn't get it together. He went to the back of the warehouse to his makeshift office.

  Stressed, he pulls out a small square mirror and takes a glass vial from inside his jacket pocket, tapping the white powder out in a line. He cuts it with a razor turning it into a finer powder before rolling up a dollar bill and snorting the hallucinogen all at once, closing his nostrils so none of it escapes when he exhales.

  He groans as he waits for the euphoria to start. He slacks back in his chair and zones out until his door opens.

  "So, this is what you fucking do in this whole drug operation. You're just a lackey."

  He chuckles as he recognizes that shrill tone, "I don't think I'll take flak from a dejected club whore. What are you doing here, Trixie? You can't get any more inside information, I don't need you anymore."

  She's decked out in her sluttiest outfit, a black pleather skirt and a neon pink tube top with a fuzzy coat and thigh-high boots.

  She approaches licking her lips before she's in front of him. She uses her knee to nudge his legs apart before she sinks down to her knees, she pushes the tube top down to reveal her oversized breasts. He licks his lips at the sight of her monumental globes, the skin stretched so tautly you could see the veins.

  "You'll always need me. Come on Johnny...I need a fix. I'll give you anything you want. I can see you eyeing my breasts, do you want to touch them?" She pushes his legs further apart and by now the high had hit and he was sporting a raging boner.

  He sighs, squirming in his chair, his dick pressing painfully against his suit pants. Looking down at her and contemplating.

  After a few seconds, he grunts, "Don't use your teeth like before and this time...swallow everything and I mean it." He hands her the remainder of his vial and there was a gleam in her eye as she licks her lips.

  "No problem, just promise to fuck me after? It's not fair if only you get off..."

  "Why is that my problem? Why don't you get your precious Cupid to fuck you?"

  She growls and sneers as he chuckles, "Oh yeah, that's right, he's got that pretty little thing to get him off now. She has some soft looking lips too, almost had them wrapped around my dick. I bet they feel magical. You know what they say about new pussy..." He trails off knowing he pissed her off.

  "That bitch isn't his, I am! I'm going to get rid of her and have him all to myself. Besides, he'll never have better than me, isn't that right?"

  He didn't answer, didn't want to hurt her feelings at how subpar she was, besides why waste a blowjob when the option was there. He just grunts and watches her work.

  She unzips his pants and his boner pops out with the tip red and throbbing, he hisses as the air hits the sensitive area. She slides her tongue over the head before her lips envelop him.

  The drugs coursing through his body only heightened his sensitivity which made her mediocre work decent. "Oh yeah baby, that's it...be the dirty whore that you are."

  ON CAMERA

  CUPID

  Digi
points at the vantage points, "So, there were six cameras installed, one in the office and five surrounding the bar area. I got into the security company's mainframe and got the footage around the time the fire took place and... I also found the footage before you were attacked and what happened to Dave prior. Honestly Lyric, that footage is pretty..."

  "Play it."

  I saw pain cross her face, "Sweetheart, I don't think it's a good idea." I try to convince her but she's as stubborn as I am as she glares at me. She wanted answers.

  I sigh and signal for Digi and he starts the recording of her attack on the screen.

  I felt like a thermometer in boiling water. I hit a new level of pissed off as I watch that bastard Johnny stalk and prey after her with his sorry ass associates helping intimidate her. She ducks behind the bar in fear after he hits her, then she hurls a bottle at him to keep him a safe distance. He deflects it and it seemed to make him madder.

  The worst part is the audio, I heard every disgusting thing that the bastard said.

  He threatened to rape her and now I wanted to spill his blood as far and as painfully as possible. He sparked a demon I haven't seen in a very long time and he was thirsty to be fed. The darkness wanted slivers of Johnny's soul.

  I watched as she tried to run, and he pulled her viciously by her hair before hitting her again.

  I feel another rage driven blackout coming and it didn't bode well for Johnny last time.

  And then there it was, the moment that caused me to lose it, he forced her to her knees, and she started uncontrollably bawling. He started fiddling with his belt and zipper then Club and Knox burst in.

  I look over and her lip is quivering as she

  watches herself, reliving the incident. I hear the punches being thrown and things breaking, hopefully from their bodies being thrown against them but I couldn't get that image of her out of my mind. I walk away but not before slamming my fist into the nearest wall. I want to hurt him bad, torture his very soul before he dies a painful death. I walk out into the backyard; I can’t deal with this right now.

  LYRIC

  I didn't want him to see me like that, so vulnerable and helpless. He storms out but before he does, he punches the wall by the kitchen, I yelp as he storms out so furious. I know he was so upset, and he felt angry that he wasn't there to help.

  My mouth wide open to see the damage he caused, the hole was massive and deep. Cheetah whispers to Jackal and they both nod.

  "Lyric, sweetie, you should go after him, only you can calm him down." I am still unsure of what to expect as I follow him out back.

  CUPID

  I don't even know what to say or do to calm this rage boiling inside me. I leaned against the fence on the opposite side of the house, looking out to the mountains, gripping the wooden fence posts tightly, my hand was on fire. I hadn't even surveyed the damage.

  I hear the familiar sound of the back door. I felt the lump in my throat, I couldn't turn around. I knew who it was.

  Her tiny silhouette was next to me and I shook my head in anger. "I should have been there! To protect you! He could have, he wanted to...hurt you! I..."

  Her hand wraps around my injured hand's arm. She turns me to face her, her eyes welled with tears. I rub her cheek with my thumb and as her eyes close to relish in my touch, the tears fell.

  It hurt her to see me so angry, but I was after revenge, for her and my mother.

  She gently takes my injured hand, "Come on, we need to treat it before it gets infected." I look to see my knuckles scratched up and bloody. She rubbed the area under it to calm me.

  I look at her, "I'm sorry."

  She just shakes her head. "Nothing to be sorry for. Come on, caveman, let me bandage you up. Nurse Lyric is on duty." She gets a chuckle out of me this time. She’s one sexy ass nurse and I can’t wait to reverse the role and play her doctor, her sexy naked doctor. She pulls me back into the house and while she tends to me, I review the fire footage only.

  "Hey rewind that back, that person looks familiar."

  UNKNOWN POV

  "So, you're telling me that sexy little tart is..."

  Johnny nods, "Yeah, just recently, too. Actually, I'm not sure it's official but the bastard is protecting her because she's staying at their clubhouse. Dillon confirmed that when he met her there about the bar."

  "I wish you would have told me that before I strolled into that bar. I could have taken her then and he would have gladly given up his life for hers."

  Johnny steps forward towards his desk and sits down. "I don't think it would have been that easy especially with me involved and... once he finds out who you are."

  The man swirls his scotch on the rocks and grins. "He didn't figure it out before and it'll be too late by the time he figures it out now. Get that shipment to Tomasa and ensure the freight from Oaxaca then we can take a trip back to Van Hollen to...tie up some loose ends."

  SEDUCTION

  LYRIC

  I groan loudly to relay my growing frustration, "I know you're trying Cheetah, but I'm just not that great a shot. I'll never be as good as you."

  I hold the gun down to my side and look at him, defeated.

  "I'm not asking you to be me, honey, nobody can be me, I just want you comfortable shooting a gun. If push comes to shove, I want you to pull that trigger confidently. You're doing better than when we started, you didn't hit one can the first day, now you're averaging 7 out of 10 cans so back to it, Trigger. Maybe we'll get you nicknamed after all." He chuckles causing me to. I know his intentions are pure and so I take a deep breath, aim, and shoot at the ten cans perched on the fence.

  *ping* *ping* *ping*

  Three in a row, I never did three in a row before! I jumped up and down, but he just pointed towards the rest of the cans getting me to focus.

  *ping* *ping* *miss*

  Dammit! My shoulders slump and he tsks.

  "Don't worry about what you miss, keep going. If someone were shooting at you, they wouldn't stop because they missed."

  I inhale and knock off the last four and that earned me a high five.

  "See there, nine out of ten, your best one yet. Tomorrow, we’ll try moving targets." He takes the gun to clean and pats me on the back.

  Of course, Cheetah was the natural choice to teach me to shoot. He had been taught to shoot at the age of 12 and by 14 he was competing in contests beating men three times his age.

  I rebelled at first but after Cupid saw the tape and how helpless I was, he wasn't taking no for an answer, he even threatened to put me on sexual punishment, can you believe that?! I was a spoiled princess; I'll be damned if he takes his dick from me!

  Actually...that gives me an idea.

  Huh...tonight is going to be quite fun.

  CUPID

  I spent the last hour in our makeshift gym in the garage opposite where we park our bikes, while I heard the gunshots of Lyric learning to be comfortable shooting, I needed to have some peace of mind if I can’t be there to help her. I spent the last 15 minutes hitting the heavy bag wishing it were Johnny's body as I pummeled where his head would be, I only wanted fatal blows. Thinking back and the blaring heavy metal music only intensified the brutality of each blow until I was exhausted. I sat, caught my breath, and hydrated, it was late, and I was soaked head to toe. I'm fairly sure dinner was almost ready.

  "Yo, Cupid, dinner's done!"

  "Alright Knox, I'm coming."

  I walk in and head up to take a quick shower. I sigh as I peel off my sweat-drenched tank top. I toss it and my shorts in the hamper.

  The heated water felt so good on my throbbing aching muscles I could've stayed in there forever. Reluctantly, I step out and wrap a towel around my waist, air drying my upper half. I stand in front of the mirror and take some time to trim my beard, don't get me wrong I love my beard and she does too, I just like to keep it neat and clean.

  Besides, I don't want it to irritate her sensitive skin when I'm feasting on her sweetness. Satisfied, I pull my hair up
in a man bun and I flick off the light, open the door, and stop in my tracks.

  Fuck meeee...my little vixen is not playing fair.

  There my little kitten lies, in my bed, wearing nothing but a tiny black silk slip and robe.

  Two thoughts cross my mind at that very moment:

  One, did she pack that or buy it for me?

  And two, I think I can hold up this towel with just my dick

  .

  A growl slipped my lips as she sat up, her arms locked straight, which accentuated her breasts, they practically spilled out the smooth thin material. She brushes her finger across her mouth biting lightly.

  "Hi." Her voice sultry and filled with want. She motioned towards the dresser, she brought up dinner, hopefully not wearing that little number in front of everyone.

  I raise my brow and she sighs, "No, I didn't wear this downstairs. It's only for you." She pulls her gown up a bit while sitting with her legs underneath her.