Page 138 of Love's Most Wanted
“Come here.” Anastazia waved for her to come on, trying to get down from her man since Asif had thrown her over his shoulder and was carrying her off. “Let me get her ass again—Ah!” She screeched because Asif had bit her ass.
“You did enough, crazy ass girl,” he stated as his brothers laughed while she caressed her butt cheek.
Daisy ran toward the couple in hopes of getting Anastazia, but when Asif made an about face, that scared her enough to halt her moves. His imposing height and build, plus the scowl on his face was enough to give a person nightmares.
“You hit this one and you gon’ be a muthafuckin’ hashtag by the end of the week, love. Don’t play with me when it come to mine,” he spat before swaggering back inside and leaving Daisy speechless.
“Sif, be careful! She shoot and fight!” Unique shouted to his brother.
“You can’t be fighting like that with my baby in you, love. And she don’ put a scratch on that perfect ass face,” Asif grumbled just before we heard Anastazia murmur something like she was apologizing, kissing, and then the front door closing.
“I really don’t want you now. You ain’t undefeated no more.” Unique shrugged as he stared at Daisy, and everyone outside laughed, even me.
I noticed her eyes was shut now and looked painful.
With her tail tucked between her legs, she spit out another glob of blood before getting back into her car, reversing at a high ass speed, and driving off.
“How the fuck she even know we was here?” Lequay quizzed irritably.
“Somebody’s social media, I’m sure.” Unique looked at all of us ladies accusingly. We of course played dumb, but he was right. We’d been drinking—some of us—and posting like crazy.
“She kneed that bitch in the pussy. I’m gon’ have to use that one.” Scotland broke through the silence, and everyone cackled as we went back into the cabin.
“Shit, me too. Next time one of them hos get smart with me, I’m gon’ grip her muthafuckin’ shoulders and send my knee up into her got damn uterus.” Unique did the move to an imaginary woman.
That caused everyone to erupt into laughter as we took residence up on the couch in the living room of the cabin.
Another day of these crazy people keeping my mind off the bad shit.
“What you been doing to him?”I asked Asif as I followed him down into the dungeon of his warehouse.
“You gon’ see,” he replied, walking down a long hall before we ventured into another fucking room.
“Nigga, I ain’t trying to get lost in this bitch. Shit is like a fucking haunted house,” I said, nodding my head up to Free who was doing some task Asif had him fucking with off to the side.
AJ came into view, and I saw he was strung up over a large oval bucket of some type of liquid.
“How you doing, cuz?” Asif asked, leaning on the edge of the table in here that Free was working on the other end of.
“Man, get me down!” AJ cried out, dressed in some Gucci track suit and sweating bullets.
“Aight.” Asif said and lowered him until his foot hit the liquid. I quickly learned it was acid or some shit, as it burned and sizzled on his foot, causing AJ to scream out like a bitch.
Asif and Free laughed a little bit, and once I could process what just happened, so did I.
AJ’s maimed foot was basically no longer as Asif brought him back up. He cried, eyes wide as he looked for his foot.
“Nique, talk to this crazy nigga, man!” He pleaded with me.
“No can do. Gave yo’ ugly ass chance after fucking chance, and you thought shit was a game.” I shook my head. “You fucked up dropping that bullshit ass interview ’bout my wife.”
As AJ tried to explain himself, Asif said, “I got whatever you want.” He gestured to the table beside him full of torture tools.
“Nigga, you got a bow and arrow? Who got time for that shit?”
“It’s a silent shot.” Asif picked it up, aimed it AJ, who began shaking his head and pleading, before Asif let off the arrow. It pierced AJ’s thigh, causing him to howl like a muthafucka. “The weapon is silent, not the target. I left the good organs and spots for you.” He handed it to me.
“Nah, I’m good. I ain’t no fucking Viking,” I said, making Free chuckle.
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