Page 14 of Grand Master

I looked up weakly at Grand, then planted my eyes back to the ground in defeat.

No one called me out on my drug use because I thought that no one knew.

It started when I was sixteen, not because I wanted to be reckless or cool, but because grief had a way of pulling you into places you swore, you’d never go.

I was tired of going from home to home, every home I went to I had to either fight because other girls my age was mean or fight because someone tried to assault me or violate my body.

I needed my mom; I missed her terribly. I felt unwanted, unloved, and lost. Cocaine found me and made things better.

Before it found me, I was looking for ways to quiet the ache inside of me that screamed louder than my thoughts.

A girl at one of the many foster homes I relocated to offered it to me like a bandage.

“It’ll help.” She said it like she knew what it meant to live with a hollowed-out chest. The first time I sniffed a line of it, it felt like I could finally breathe again after drowning.

It wasn’t the type of high that made a person giggle or act wild, for me it was clarity.

It made everything slow down, since everything always moved so fast in my world.

I didn’t become the type to use every day because I wasn’t chasing a high, I was chasing a pause button.

I could go months without it, so I felt I didn’t have a problem.

I kept my jobs, paid my rent and even laughed with people like shit was good.

But when my depression came, and I found myself lost in darkness I’d go right back to it.

“Turn the fuck around!” His deep voice roared sharply.

I jumped hard, snapped out of my thoughts.

My body moved before I could argue or think.

My violin slipped slightly from my trembling grip as I turned slowly.

I laid eyes on Darius, and my world began to spin.

He was held up between two of Grand men like a broken doll.

His arms were limp; lips were split with blood crusted at the corners of his mouth.

Both of his eyes were swollen nearly shut as he looked at me with a pitiful look.

“I-I’m sooo s-s-soorrry, M-Mirrraaa!” He sobbed out before his legs tried to give out.

The men held him up and he winced out in pain. Seeing him in the state that he was in was heart breaking. His threads of clothing barely hung onto his body.

My goodness…

“Darius.” I stated his name softly and in disbelief.

His handsome face was distorted, swollen and bruised. I struggled to stand; I needed to get to him. I sat my violin down and got to my feet.

“Don’t.” Grand gritted out. His eyes dared me to move.

I froze swallowing down the painful lump that fought its way up my throat. My eyes stayed on Grand, he stood and moved deliberately towards me. His black silk shirt clung to his chest as his gold chain swayed as he approached me.

“You still love him?” He asked calmly.

I couldn’t answer, my throat burned as he stepped closer.

“You cried over him at the club when you played the violin, the night that I took you.” He bit into his bottom lip and sneered down at my short frame.

“H-he’s my everything.” I uttered out helplessly.

“Hmm.” Grand raised his thick brows.

“Then why the drugs?” he asked.

“That’s none of your fucking business.” I spat.

“You are my business?—”

“You don’t know me! I’m not shit to you! How can you judge me, when you kidnapped me in a fucking alley! You judge me for doing drugs! When you sell them!” I said the words so harshly, spit flew out of my mouth.

“Hmm.” He grunted out.

“That’s interesting…perhaps we don’t know each other well.” Realization shone in his eyes; in seconds it got replaced with darkness.

Suddenly, the front of my dress was pulled, and I was lifted off of my feet. Grand held me up by my dress, I felt cool air hit my bare ass, my legs dangled in the air. The scream that I wanted to release didn’t come out, I peed on myself as a river of tears left my swollen eyes.

“There it goes little owl, that fear that turns me the fuck on. I think you’re getting it now.

So, when I put you back down to your feet, you’ll do very well not to curse and talk reckless, yeah?

” He licked his lips then ran his callous free hand up my leg to my thigh smearing my piss all over his hand.

I held my breath when his hand got dangerously close to my pussy.

Right now, he had access to parts of me that I didn’t let any man except for Darius touch.

He pressed his body into me; I gasped, feeling his hardness poking into me like a sword.

I shook my head, my thoughts quaked with resistance, but my body heated up from his touch.

“Mira, Mira…” he whispered lowly.

The steady throb between my legs came from his hand trailing dangerously close. Right in front of everyone, he had no shame. My breath hitched soon as his fingers parted my pussy lips. He rubbed my clit as I sucked in air, his air, he was intoxicating, toxic in every sense.

He circled my clit with his calloused thumb, then smoothly inserted two fingers inside of me.

“Look at you, saying he’s your everything…you’re not fighting for him. Your wet as fuck and it ain’t just the piss that leaked up out of you.” He grunted as he slid his fingers in and out of my center. He stopped at my mound then gave it a light tap before pulling his hand away.

Grand licked my essence off his fingers, my mouth fell open in shock at his open boldness and arrogancy.

“In due time, I’ll have it. You’ll give it to me willingly.” He chuckled.

“Tell me what I want to hear and know.” He said lowly but firm enough to let me know that he meant business.

“I’ll watch my mouth.” I shuttered, chilled to my bones, yet turned on, hot, and flustered.

“I know you will.” He winked.

He lowered me down to my feet then fixed my dress. Grand eyes traveled from my breasts down to my fucked-up feet with a blank look.

“Tell me, how does it feel saying that a man like the one behind you is your everything. Do you know that saying a person is your everything means with them you feel whole? That the person is the core of your happiness, peace, and stability? They come before anyone or anything else, even yourself at times. Saying that to me means you’re saying that this half of a man is your destiny. ” He chuckled out in disbelief.

“Darius was there for me?—”

“I don’t give a fuck. I’m your destiny!” His voice boomed for all to hear.

“Come drop him in her piss, he’s got some confessions to make before I do what needs to be done.” He stepped back and motioned for me to move out of the way. I watched him roll his silk sleeves up, old burnt marks mixed with new decorated his arm along with his tattoos.

“Please, I’ll do whatever?—”

“I know your dumb ass will. You’ll sacrifice, degrade and do whatever it takes to save his life.

It won’t work because you are already mine.

I don’t mind you hating me either. Eventually the hate will turn into understanding, understanding will then turn into admiration…

next infatuation then so on.” He chuckled.

Oh, he’s full of himself!

“I won’t repeat myself again. Step next to me and face him as he tastes your piss.

He’s got some confessions to make; this will force you to digest the words you just said about him being your everything.

It’ll be the first and last time you attempt to embarrass me in front of my men. ” He scoffed out.

I swallowed down, felt my shoulders drop in defeat.

Like a child in trouble, I bowed my head and stepped to the side of him.

His cologne caressed my nose as I took shallow breaths.

His men moved quick, they dropped Darius like a bag of trash.

The side of his face landed right in my pee; he groaned out in pain.

He didn’t try to lift his head and move it from resting in piss, the look he gave seemed like the cold fluid comforted him in a sick way.

“Talk, Darius.”

I jumped suddenly hearing Grand’s voice so close to me. His voice held the kind of power that made you want to cower away.

“M-Mira…I love you so much?—”

“Confessions! Speak your confessions, fuck the love.” Grand spat.

“I never was faithful to you.” Darius spoke clearer and I wished his words came out strained and unclear.

I wished he hadn’t said that and the word never made my insides feel tight. I thought he couldn’t hurt me beyond his confession days ago about having a baby on the way.

“I—I had you paying rent when you never had to.” He mumbled out.

“What does that mean.” I uttered out, already feeling on edge.

“Tylaniah and I was in an open marriage when I met you?—”

“Marriage?!” My voice elevated as I stepped forward by one inch.

“She owns the building we live in; the money you pay for rent goes to a trust fund for our kids.” He coughed violently.

Our kids…

Suddenly I started to feel dizzy, his confession got worse by the second the more he talked. I was lost for words, what was left of my broken heart turned into tiny shards.

“I told Grand everything that he needs to know about you because Tylaniah is my everything?—”

I choked off of his words, I quickly blinked away my tears. He could have fucking lied in this moment instead of making me feel so stupid for claiming him as my everything in front of Grand as a kind and caring attempt to save his fucking life.

“We have three kids and twins on the way. I love my wife and promise that you, her, and me could be a happy family once I sorted more stuff out.” He sighed weakly.

Darius’s eyes rolled to the back of his head; he readjusted himself in the puddle of piss mixed with some of his dried blood.

He opened his swollen eyes and eyed me sadly.