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Zendi's Pov awaits 😈

Amari's Point of view

You can meet someone and in one hour time; it feels as if you've known them all your life.

In this tense, I don't want to stop knowing him. He's so everything fictional. I can check off on the list of things about him.

He's a killer yet stills he makes time

He's hot

He's dominant

He rules

And I just learned he's funny too

Paris have been eating his ears off, ever since he persuade me to enter his car.He stated he will get one of his men to bring my car to my place, and am ecstatic that I agreed.

He's been cracking jokes. Who would thought Dominic Romano could pop jokes?

His laugh is something I find myself wanting to see every second.

It's much more beautiful than that death stare he walks around with.

I smiled softly at him as I turned to the side in the seat. The night was about to fall. The Kingstown city lights are turned on.

The cool breeze coming in from the window, feels so good against my skull and soft country music plays in the background. This is the life that I wanted am sure. This is the type of feeling I've been searching for since highschool. The girls and I would go places, rent apartment, stays together and travel as often as we wanted.

Life is out there to live and this is it for me.

He glances at Paris in the rearview mirror every now and then while they build conversation. They barely invite me in.

For the past half and hour I've heard more than twenty different stories.

"So do you have more cars?" She asked. For a girl, she's interested in fast cars more than any male cousins.

"Yes, I owned car places even in Paris or should I say Pari? "

She scoots to the edge of the seat and looked up at him, "Paris? Like my name?" She asked in awe.

"Just like your name."

"Can we go there?"

My eyes widen and I grinned nervously. I laughed out and he looks at me.

I cleared my throat and turned myself properly in the seat,"Sorry, just a little bit- Paris? Slow down, will you?"

Paris frowns and sit back, she folds her arms before grabbing her tablet.

Holding the steering with one hand, he leans back and stare at me. His voice came out low,"You can tell me to slow down, but from experience I know;  slow things aren't your type."

He gaze found between my thighs and felt myself grew wet. The tension between us could cut with a knife.

His hands grips the steer wheel In a sensual manner and he smirked.

He knows what he's doing

"Mommy?" Paris asked, stealing my attention.

"Mhmm?"

"Will I still get my barbecue?"

"That's up to Mr Romano."

I know it sounds stupid to my logic mind, but I don't want to be logic anymore. I want to do dangerous things and cheating with a killer is dangerous.  He gave me options; go with him to get the files on Cals or go to Cals place. I want neither. I just want to see where he stays.

I find myself wanting him to hold me. He protects me, he makes me feel safe, my whole body likes him. It's puzzling, but I don't want to figure the puzzle. I just want to be free.

He makes me want to do things that I shouldn't be doing.

Giving him the upper hand to make a decision for me, I sat and stare at his side profile, hoping he takes it and use it wisely.

"Yes, Paris, you'll get your Barbecue. I can even make it from scratch for you, would you like that?"

A fucking killer that has all Is to give and can cooooooook

Gimmi!

I forgot about the road as I continued to stare at him.

"Yes!" Paris pushes a fist in the air.

"You are bringing me to your place," I smiled at him.

"There are somethings, that would be better showing you at my place. Do You trust me?"

"Yes," I stated without hesitation.

He has such perfect eyebrows and jaw line. I would sit and sketch him with all the time I have in the world.

This? I don't want this to end.

I was so happy when he told me that the woman is his sister, but I couldn't show it the way I wanted to.

I feel as if am on a Clif and I don't want to fall, but I can't help stepping. Closer and closer. Am scared yet still I can't stop, I don't want to stop.

Zendi's Point of view

Covering her with the blanket, then set the Leon light into Light blue.

I powered up the movie and set it to Netflix before giving her the remote.

Placing Popcorns and chocolates next to her, I then Kissed her in the forehead.

She frowned and looks up at me.

"Are you sure you have to go?"

"I need to, it's just two hours. Ain't nothing long bout that."

Am having a dance class but Brianna didn't want me to go anywhere.

I've assist in the bath, happy to see her slowly coming around. I insist she stays in bed and have the nurse come and check on her. Her pills and water is next to her on the nightstand so she doesn't have to bother Katie. Katie stated she have to get going soon because she's pregnant and she doesn't know what to think if she really wants the baby.

I knew it!

This time I got all the cigarettes she had, so I know she's going to keep that baby. She might not have admitted it but her subconscious already knows.

I need to go the floor and get some steam off. Too much things is going in my head.

"Are you really okay with them though?"

She stuffs her mouth with popcorns and offered some to me, "As long as she a get good dick."

I allowed her to feed me and before giving her a mocking stare.

"You remembered that I ain't got none right ?"

"You don't need a dick for me to want you. I want you with all the packages you come with. You know that Zen," She pulls on me down to her by holding the strings of my pullover.

Our lips inches apart and I loose reasoning. She's going to be the death of me.

"B, I have to go, Brianna," I muttered before softly brushing my lips against her.

"Really?" She whispered against my lips.

"Yuh come fi mad mi? I'm telling you I gotta get going," I hold her by her neck and pecked her forehead.

"You too wicked. How you s’posed to look this good and leave? A whole lotta women gon’ be there."

"Get better so you can come," I winked at her and watched her fold.

She so fucking beautiful.

She's jealous too and I must say I like it.

"I still don’t like the fact that she cheatin’ on the man, though. If she don’t want him no more, she need to tell him," I leaned, sat and started pulling on my dancing shoes. When I get to the studio I might remove them.

"Remember that you kissed me when I was with Kajan."

At the mentioned of his name my muscles tightened.

I paused before resuming, "It don’t matter, she got a child. I don’t want Paris tellin’ her daddy and then everythin’ get bloody. Cals ain’t just a doctor, Brianna, and Mr. Romano is a  dangerous man."

"What you mean he ain't just a doctor?"

"Nico diggin’ into him. I know they gon’ find somethin’, ‘cause that motherfucker been lyin’ ‘bout the house. I just want my girl to be okay. I don’t want Paris losin’ her dad, and I damn sure don’t want Amari losin’ somebody she really feelin’. I saw how she looked at him. They in too deep, and they don’t even see it."

"I need to meet this Mr Romano, you and her keeps saying he kinda white I don't even understand."

"He's an English Italian. He's worst than Nico."

Her eyebrows forrowed, with popcorns halfway in her mouth.

Her head leans to the side and I continued, "He's a Mafia Don."

Her lips formed an 'O'.

"She drawn to danger, and if she ain’t careful, this ain’t gon’ end well. Somebody might end up dead."

I leaned down and pecked her lips.

"You look real good, but I gotta run. The mechanic bringin’ my car back tomorrow, but I ain’t even tryna switch out the G-Wagon no more. Look, I’ma go ‘cause if I don’t, I’ma be here talkin’ all night, and I got people waitin’ on me."

She nods her head and I walked up to the room door and was about to exit.

"Zendi?"

Zendi?

"I love you."

Oh shit

***

Turning up the the speakers, for a second time, letting the beat pulse through the room. "Aight, listen up. This ain’t nuh stiff, uptight class. We gon’ move like we feel di damn music. Yuh ready?"

They keep moving as if it's some Funeral. Am irritated because I have yet to respond to Brianna.

My chest feels as if it's caving in on me.

I Picked a beat-heavy R&B track, by Toni Braxton's . "Dis song? Vibes. But nuh just hear di bass..be di bass. When it drop, yuh body drop wid it."

I have twenty, from age eighteen up.

Starting with a simple two-step but stops mid-count. "Nah, nah, nah. Yuh move stiff like yuh inna church. Loosen up. RNB dance is all ‘bout flow an’ attitude, " I pointed at a woman.

She has the body but she's not using it the way she should.

I Demonstrate, rolling my shoulders smooth, footwork clean, hips moving just enough to tease but not too much to lose that tomboy edge. I  need my swag in tag.

I Walked behind a student, fixing her posture. "Nah, ya shoulders tight, Relax. Breathe. Let ya body tell di story."

It feels like more than two hours as past, but I kept pushing.

I Turned off the music for third time.

Fuck this shit

Why couldn't I tell her back?

"Listen, if yuh just dancing, yuh losing. Yuh gotta sell di attitude, di seduction, di pain. Yuh ever been hurt before?"

Watch Dem a move like something stuck up Dem ass

Di fuck dis fada?

I Watched them process. Some nod, some hesitate.

"Good. Now dance like yuh trying fi mek dem feel it to."

I Runs the song again, watching  them move with more conviction.

Midway through teaching a routine, my mind flickers. I could see myself pulling the bullet. Brianna's face pops up in the dark. I blinked hard, and shakes it off. "Aight, from di top. Y'all slackin’."

Throws myself into the moves, muscles burning, sweat dripping, using the motion to silence the guilt clawing at my chest. I should have say it back.

Why didn't I tell her?

Standing in front of them, hands on on my hips, head nodding. "Aight, full-out. No half-ass moves. If yuh mess up, mess up big an’ own it."

"From the top, Five, six, seven, eight," then I let the music take over.

I Watched them move, sharp, confident, feeling the music like it's a part of them.

Smirks. "Dat's what di fuck I'm talkin’ ‘bout. Class dismissed."

I've been four hours in and I stood in the empty studio. How will I face her?

Sweat drips from me and I stood  checking the phone. I scrolled to her name and stopped. How will she react when she knows I'killed Kajan.

A done fuck up

She's indeed my drug. I have to tell her, Tonight.

"It's now or never."

I closed the studio and hailed someone of students on the outside.

I hopped in the car and drove off.

I rehearsed how I will say it, but nothing feels right.

Four cars were parked outside my gate and I recognized the fourth one as Nico's. I looked closer on one of the License plates.

Blanka

All of them is here

I pulled up and pressed the Garage and let myself in.

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Thoughts?- Let me hear yours.

Zendi keeps saying Cals is not what he is.👀

Paris officially met 'The pretty man' 😁

Brianna said she loves her damn

That quickly? But loves works in miraculous ways. Zendi is blaming herself for saying it back.

All the men are at her place.(whistles 😈)

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