Attached

Unraveling

                                          Onyx
As I unlock my front door I see the rim of his Cartier glasses through the cut of the peep hole. His alluring stature and chocolate brown hair washes over his defined eyebrows leaving nothing but beating through my chest as I turn the knob. He takes a step back to adjust his neck so that his tall figure could fit through the entrance but I can't help but notice the crease through his half unbuttoned blouse peaking his chiseled chest hair after a long day of being the CEO of Catch Enterprise. I snap back into reality once my name glides off of his tongue like ice on a wooden table, "Onyx, its a pleasure to meet with you tonight", he says as his gaze matches mine. "I can't help but notice that you always find a way to sneak up on me and interrupt my 'me' time, Trevor" I say to him as my eyes roll so hard that I feel a curl brush over my iris. Trevor locks his attention on my thick curls, running his hands through his straight hair he lets out a laugh. "You know you love my company" he says with a cool expression. Right in the heat of the moment I feel a loud thump of a car door slamming so hard the Mercedez coupe gyrates in a circular motion. "Ay boss! Sorry to bother you but we got some trouble on our hands", Ghuts says with a grim look on his face. I notice a grey pistol flashing under Trevor's jacket, leaving a tingling sensation between my legs knowing how dangerous this man is. CEO during the day and drug lord during the nighttime, I know I have no business associating myself with Trevor given that I am a senior in college graduating with a bachelors in education. I quickly snap my dark brown eyes toward Ghuts, narrowing my gaze and being aware that this interruption will take away from my time with Trevor. Trouble excites him and so does pissing me off but before he dashes toward his security, I snatch him by his collar and planted a soft kiss against his lips, our teeth clashing for a sudden moment as I remind him who he belongs to before he sneaks off into the night doing God knows what.

    I remain vigilant as I slip behind the door frame, removing myself from clear eyesight just in case the 'trouble' has followed him here. Astonished, Trevor takes a sharp breath and takes me in for one last moment before I shut my front door and smile from ear to ear knowing that his trance is due to the passionate lip lock we just had. I giggle at the leftover remnants of my brown fenty lip liner smudged above his top lip and I wink at him one last time as he hops onto his right leg to make his way to his navy blue mercedes. The door is now shut and we are no longer in the same world. I can feel the seperation between him and I, I grab my throat because suddenly it feels discomforting to swallow once I remember the important news that I forgot to address to him. Reign, his ex-wife of three years and now mother of two children that are not his has found my contact information. A tall breathtaking olive skinned woman with jet black shoulder length hair and teal blue eyes that stare deeper than the ocean. We have never crossed paths, but she hated my existence ever since she heard about Trevor and I and word around the streets says that she'd do anything to get her clammy hands around my throat, allegedly. Her racist remarks about my appearance exposes her envy toward me which saddens me because I would have never thought another beautiful woman would hate me because of a man. Suddenly, I see glass spraying across my living room floor and I dash toward the kitchen for cover. I slip the pocket knife that Trevor left in my white Toyota Corolla under my buttocks so that the intruder won't notice I am armed. The blade of the knife cuts my left butt cheek and I wince as I throw my head back, my curls tickling the corner of the kitchen counter. Too much is happening at once and I regain my focus so that I can see past tonight. I remain sitting underneath the counter but realize that time is of the essence and I must fight or something like that. I jump up and throw the dagger toward my target and miss like an absolute idiot, obviously I am making idiotic impulsive mistakes due to the amount of stress I am under. The intruder is dressed in dark purple sweats with a black ski mask covering his face. "Get the hell out of my crib, Nigga!" my mouth is parted and my jaw elongated as I add emphasis to the 'ah' in the n word. The intruder rushes into my kitchen and as panic rushes over me, they slip over the loose glass scattered on the wooden tiles. As they fall backwards, I stumble over to the pocket knife beside them and grab it releasing the dagger so that it flips out of its socket. The purple hoodie adjusts itself and reveals long jet black hair and suddenly she is no longer a 'him'.

                                                                                           Trevor

As my security and personal driver, I would have expected Ghuts to be more discreet with the dramatic entrance he displayed at Onyxs' crib. He's speeding down the highway and I keep my glare sharp, his brow twitching as anxiety creeps into his expression. "Ay boss, I apologize about my performance earlier.. It's just-" he does not finish his sentence as I interrupt him, "What is this trouble that you intrusively speak of on this Saturday afternoon?" My tone piercing through the AC ventilated air causing the LED strip lights aligned under the interior dashboard to flicker two times. He takes a hesitated breath and suddenly my knuckles are white from how hard I'm clenching them. No one interrupts my time with my precious rosa and unfortunately my best friend, security, and personal driver for 17 years is at the recieving end of my frustration. "Jacks n nem' is on the go again, been fucking with our bread flow so I thought you'd wanna be in the loop" he says while flipping his attention over to his left mirror to switch lanes. "You gotta be fucking kidding me", I slam my right hand down on the dashboard, aggravated with the information I just recieved. "I am going to kill that mother fucker!" I say with a loose chuckle, revealing my dimple and as the corner of my mouth moves in an upward motion. The man has never intimidated me, nor has any of my past rivals but I always find it irritating when someone tries to fuck with my money. I cock my pistol as we prepare to hop out of the vehicle, as we enter the lot driving into Jacks warehouse I notice a strange feeling in my stomach signaling that my rosa, Onyx, is the one in trouble. Men are often told that we do not have intuition because that is only a girl thing but I will be damned if my gut ever steers me in the wrong direction because it is always right. I second guess my priorities because although I love her she is not my woman so I shove that monarch butterfly in my stomach down to my ass as my crew and I scurry into the warehouse.

As we step foot inside, naked women who reeked of hard liquor, sweat, and some variation of cheap bath and body works perfume or whatever the ladies of this generation are obsessed with seeps into my nostrils. They flare in disgust as I stealthily make my way toward Jacks as his back is facing toward me. His neck fat gyrates and adjusts slightly as he notices my presence, my old childhood friend who also had an affair with Reign, my ex wife, lets out a mucus infected laugh. I cock my head to the side until I feel the bones crack in my neck, furious I question him, "You been fucking with dope that's not yours?" I question him with a sharp tone, "Says who? You my best man why would I ever touch anything of yours-" I interrupt him too with a aggravated snare, "You ain't been my friend since the day I met you" my pitch heightens and suddenly the room goes dark. I have always held more power than him and stood taller than not only his height but his ego as well so he resents me for it. He takes a step back and stumbles over the groove in the silver cement, embarrassed he picks himself up and replies with a sour retort, "Bitches been taking all my molly so I thought I would borrow some of yours", listening to this bullshit reminds me of how I need to fire half of my crew and invest into a better one because there is no way in the fiery pits of hell am I okay with Jack-ass out of all mother fuckers to have access to my drugs. Before he says another word, I shoot him. His body falls lifeless to the ground and I stare right through him with a numb expression. I have had a few visits from the Grim Reaper or whatever the kids call him a few times in my life as a drug lord. The only reason why I let Jack-ass live this long is due to him once being my most trusted friend but he's shown his ass to me too many times now so I had to lay him down. I nudge his body to the left revealing some extra bread poking out of his back pocket. I dont need or want his filthy greens so I set a mental reminder to burn the money down with his empire. The rest of his crew are clever for attempting to flee the scene but my crew beats them to it and now there lays 8 dead men in my new abandoned traphouse.