Page 13 of Grand Master

KIDNAPPED BY THE DEVIL

The room had the same vibe as the bathroom, gothic and dark.

With the exception of it feeling like sin and money had sex in here and never cleaned up.

Clouds of smoke made it appear cloudy, my throat burned as I looked up at the high ceiling.

There was a massive chandelier that hung low, again it had no nice crystals.

Owls sat on it and appeared to look fake until a couple of them blinked back at me. They’re real…

The walls were draped in black silk curtains; I could make out some of the faces through the dimly lit lights.

Mainly men, several of them and they were all big and tatted wearing all black.

They sat at different round tables with guns and stacks of money.

I eyed one man that had a deep scar from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his chin.

He licked his thumb before flipping through a stack of money faster.

Another clicked a gold-plated lighter over and over like he was waiting for something violent to happen.

He winked at me, chuckled then gave his attention back to what looked like a platter full of drugs.

I eyed the plate; it was a mountain of cocaine.

I swallowed down hard and ignored the urge to go over there and dip my entire face in and inhale. I’m no feen, I don’t need it.

A few of the men eyed me, while the others continued at whatever they were doing at their tables.

I didn’t like Tone but desperately looked around for him in the huge room.

At least I was a bit familiar with the asshole other than all of these new dangerous faces.

It felt like I needed guidance. I didn’t know where to turn or walk to.

I took four steps forward and stopped when I saw a woman laid out on a black table like she was part of the furniture.

She was naked, her dark skin gleamed from the candles that sat on either side of each foot and on both side of her shoulders.

Her nipples were hard against the cool air inside of the room while the rest of her body was covered in fruit, strawberries, slices of mango, and grapes trailed down the curve of her stomach like jewelry.

The woman’s eyes were open; she stared at the ceiling with her lips parted. One of the men reached over, picked up a piece of pineapple off her thigh. After he popped it in his mouth, he continued to count the stack of money like it was normal.

My stomach twisted again, I wanted to back up and run but couldn’t. Will Grand force my big ass to lay naked? I got enough body to place all type of food on top of…

“You’re late, little owl. I’m disappointed, I wanted to have a good evening with you.” His deep raspy voice boomed through the room.

I felt my eyes grow wide; I looked frantically all over and didn’t see him. Maybe I wasn’t ready to see the man that had all of these hood looking men counting up stacks of money with a naked woman lying on the table with fruit all over her body.

“Keep walking straight.” His voice boomed again.

The room continued to hum with life, as I stood still. It was something about how deep and raspy his voice was that made me instantly pray to God and hope for some sort of deliverance.

“Mira, you’re in a lot of trouble. My directions weren’t followed. This could have been a great evening for you and me. You ruined it, now walk before I have someone force you to.” He continued to speak from a distance that didn’t seem far away.

“Where the fuck am I walking to!” I yelled.

My fear quickly got replaced with irritation and anger. He chuckled; next I heard a clicking sound.

“That language makes you appear ugly.” He chuckled some more, voice echoing off the walls.

“Well, I guess that’s a good thing.” I spoke loud enough for him to hear.

“I don’t want to look good to you in no shape or form.” I mumbled making eye contact with the man that took another piece of fruit off the woman’s body.

I picked up my feet and walked straight like I was told. The man with the scar going down his face kept his eyes on me until I walked past him. I was sure he was still watching me as he puffed on his blunt with no care in the world.

My eyes finally found Grand, he sat on an all-gold throne in the far corner.

His long leg was stretched out, the other bent at the knee.

His elbow rested lazily on the armrest. A white owl with pitch black eyes sat on his broad shoulder as his finger toyed with a gold Cuban chain that rested against his throat.

He wore a black silk shirt that was open at the collar, his tattooed chest peeked out flexing slightly every time he breathed.

My goodness. His pants matched his shirt; I looked down at his feet and took in the black socks he had on.

He stared at me so hard; his black eyes didn’t blink once.

His face was carved sharp, high cheekbones, jaw tight, beard lined perfectly.

My heart climbed to my throat when he curled his top and bottom lip showcasing his perfect row of white teeth with two golden caps on each side top and bottom.

I suddenly realized that I wasn’t just scared of him but something worse …

drawn. He didn’t say a word; he pointed his finger to the left of him and my eyes followed.

My violin sat right next to him leaning against his throne.

He wanted me to perform; I couldn’t wrap my mind around why the hell he wanted to hear me play a damn violin. What was his sick fetish with it?

I stepped forward, my legs felt like jelly with each step.

I locked eyes with the owl, and I could have sworn it squinted its eyes at me in accusation.

His owl looked at me like it dared me to try anything that was out of line.

I used to think owls was so cute up until being kidnapped and forced to be in the same room with dozens of them.

“Play.” He spoke, sending chills up and down my spine.

“I just want to go home?—”

“This is your home. I won’t ask you again to fuckin play.” He gritted out.

I inhaled sharply; I hated the way his cologne found its way into my senses. His smell alone was addicting; it was a grown man smell that made a woman want to just live in his skin and inhale him all day.

“I don’t?—”

He snapped his fingers, my stomach tightened. I hurriedly went to pick up the violin but was stopped by his rough hands yanking my wrist back. Although he pulled me away, I still gripped the violin in my hands, not wanting to let it go.

“Too late, fuck playing. You don’t want to ease my nerves since yours is bad. I guess that’s fair, your brain must be foggy. Maybe you need motivation.” He smirked sinisterly.

“A little inspiration to remind you why you shouldn’t make me wait, a lesson that will help you get with the program that’s intended to help save your already fucked up life. Perhaps after this you’ll start acting how you’re destined to act.” He chuckled dryly.

He made a clicking sound with his tongue, the white owl on his shoulders flew past me so fast that I panicked. I lost my balance and fell on my ass. Seconds later, I heard the sound of a man crying and begging from behind me.

“You see, I don’t like to repeat myself. I know that you’re smart, life just got the best of you. I can imagine how moody you are since it’s been well over seventy-four hours—” He squinted his eyes and stopped talking as he held his hand up and motioned for whoever behind me to stop.

“I wonder if your mom would be proud of you.” He raised his thick brows.

My heart rate sped up as emotions slammed into me like a Mac truck.

“Wonder what she thinks about you in her afterlife. You can’t even think straight to do the right thing.” He shook his head and had the nerve to look like he was disappointed.

He’s trying to manipulate me and toy with my mental…

“You don’t know shit!” I yelled balling my fist.

“Oh, but I do…little owlette.” His smile reached his eyes.

His black orbs sliced through me as if he could see right through my soul. Grand stood to his feet then slowly walked in circles around me like I was his prey.

“You’re beautiful, yet stupid because of the drugs.

In the morning, you have so much energy, so much life…

then when you clock out from your first job, you become what I assume depressed, in desperate need of a pick me upper.

You deny yourself days at a time from sniffing up poison.

But when you think about your mother and how much you’re struggling to make ends meet, you go right back into the trap that was destined to make women and men like you fail…

Drugs.” He spat out in disgust then stopped right in front of me.

How dare he judge me when he’s providing drugs to people out on the streets and making a big profit off of it!

I refused to look up at him, refused to accept the truth in his words. Tears clouded my vision; I watched each tear drop of mine land on the marble floor beneath me.

“H-how do you know?” I stammered over my words.

“Turn around.” He ordered out then took a seat with a pleased look on his face.

I trembled in fear as I listened to the person behind me whimper out in pain.

I didn’t want to turn around, I was still stuck on him mentioning my mom, the drugs that I thought nobody knew about.

Shame mixed with fear and guilt got the best of me.

My heart ached as I thought about how badly I craved a quick line of cocaine right now just to escape my current cruel reality.

I knew the substance alone would make me feel unstoppable.

It would give me the extra boost that I desperately needed right now.