𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞//𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐝

chapter three

I quickly started to quietly crawl back up the steps. He walked far enough in the middle of the living room where i could see him and then he stopped.

"Aww whattt??" He whined. "We gotta kill that nigga today??? Shit dawg, being a hitman don't be too fun after a while"

I clammed my hands over my mouth. I could've sworn my heart stopped for a second. He has to KILL SOMEONE???!! Am i hearing this shit correctly???

He smacked his teeth. "Naw but you lowkey new to this shit. When you've went through 8 bodies in a month that shit don't be exciting no more"

"And i know Michael be wanting a fucking break. That nigga a whole mafia boss, he's literally the don dada" he went on.

"Mafi—" i gasped and covered my mouth again. I saw jah starting to turn his head a little. I ran up the last bit of steps and back to the room. I just the door behind me.

I gotta get outta here, even if it's through his fucking window. I started to gather the sheets from the bed and tie them to the end of the bed post. I tried to work as quick as possible before—

"Up already?" I heard someone say from behind me.

I jumped and turned to see Michael standing with a plate of pancakes, eggs, bacon ,potatoes and a rose on the side. He also was holding a tall glass of orange juice and had a blunt in his mouth.

He smiled and sat the food down on the small table nearby.  And started to walk up to me. I quickly picked up my heels that were sitting near the bed and through it at him.

"OWWW WHAT THE FUCK" he yelled and held his arm.

"You're a fucking mafia leader???" I slowly backed away from him.

"I was gonna discuss this over breakfast or sum at lease but damn" he scolded.

"You probably poisoned that shit" i sneered.

He smacked his teeth and walked all the way up to me. "Stop playing"

"Get the fuck away from me or im calling the police" i threatened him.

He chuckled and hit his blunt. Then he blew the smoke in my face.

"You really think i care about the police?" He grinned. "Little do the good ole citizens know half these damn police secretly work for ME"

I breathed heavily and looked around me.

"Where am i?" I asked trying to stay calm but you could visibly see my hands shake.

"My house duhh" he giggled.

"Ok but, where?" I questioned him. "Am i close to home"

He hit his blunt again. "brazil"

"I beg your pardon??" i lifted an eyebrow.

"You heard me" he looked at me.

"But—i live in fucking Philadelphia. That is no where near brazil. You dragged me out of my country without my consent?? And on top of that I don't even fucking know you" i went off.

"Take me back home, NOW" i demanded.

"Sit down and eat breakfast" he responded.

"I wanna go back home" i argued.

"It's been several hours. You haven't ate yet today" he completely ignored me. "I made you your favorite"

"My favorite?!!" I looked at the plate. Surprisingly it was my favorite breakfast meal, which creeped me out. How would he even know this shit??