DRUGS
YUMA
"Hello, and I uh... I missed you." The man standing three feet away from me greeted me as soon as I entered my father's study.
And even though he said it nervously the dominant and dangerous aura to him didn't fade away.
His voice sounded nervous but his whole existence screamed danger and power.
He's probably 6ft 4 and has jet black hair the looks so soft to touch and that is paired with a gorgeous emerald green eyes.
Although his body is covered in a suit, I can tell he's hiding a gorgeous six-pack maybe even eight.
His biceps is well built so does his thighs, I would describe him as a fine snack.
I eyed him from head to toe and as seconds passed by I can tell his nervousness faded away because he's now smirking at me with his chin slightly held higher than before.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes, I then looked at my father who's sitting behind his desk drinking his fine ass whiskey.
My father called me in the middle of snorting cocaine and smoking weed and told me to come here.
At first, I was like. Dude... C'mon why you gotta interrupt me while I'm trying to die from a drug overdose.
But since I was out of weed I decide to just quit bitching and come to his office. Then, like I said the gorgeous man greeted me.
I would totally smash him.
The only problem is, he said he missed me. And, I got no fucking idea who this man is.
I shrug to his greetings and walked passed him.
I caught a glance at his face and he looked surprised the at I didn't acknowledge his greetings, his face gave out the vibe that I should be greeting him like we're ex-lovers that are torn from each other's arm or some shit like that.
Like yo, I don't know if I'm already high but...
I shake the thought off my mind and I proceed to sit down to the chair in front of my father's desk.
I noticed that my father looked a bit tense as he swirls the whiskey on his hand meaning this man could be an enemy or an ally turning to a fucking enemy because of greed and now is causing trouble to my father.
One of those.
"So, why did you call me? I'm out of weed but still has ten lines of crack waiting for me so hurry up." I spoke quite annoyed and I started to tap my left foot indicating the drugs are kicking in because I'm starting to lose my patience.
"Bella, you're doing drugs?" The man furiously said. I look at him and raised my eyebrow.
And, I wasn't wrong. From the sound of his voice, I knew his face would look like an infuriated lion. And again. I was right.
He looks like he's going to bit my head off.
But why? My drugs are none of his problems.
"Bella? My name is not Bella I'm fucking Yuma. And it's none of your goddamn business if I'm doing drugs." I spat out putting him at his place.
He's fucking handsome, but no one comes between me and my drugs.
"Who the fuck is this bitch ass?" I squint my eyes as I question my father while pointing at the man.
"Well, he's Damien King." My father answered like I'm supposed to know who the fuck he is.
"Yeah, right." I scoffed and looked at "Damien King."
"Well, Mr. Damien fucking King. Me snorting ten lines of cocaine is nothing out of the ordinary and I would appreciate if you don't fucking come in between me and my drugs. Okay?" I intended to intimidate him but my voice came out toneless.
And I wanted to facepalm myself because I can murder a whole grown-ass army of men but can't intimidate a single man.
"Bella, are you still angry at me?" He asked as he took a seat across me.
His eyes pierced through me, annoying the living hell out of me.
He looked at me like he knows who I am. Like, he fucking knew me more than I knew my fucking self.
"Why would I know you? Believe me bruh, I have three fucking functioning brain cells right fucking now but they are telling me this is the first time I fucking met you, like bruh. You must be snorting more cocaine than me if you think we've met or something...." I trailed off as the drugs kicked harder.
My breathing started to slow down but before I could fully go to the euphoric state of drugs.
I noticed that his mischievous smile faded, and it seems that my words stung him hard to the level that a slight pain went out of his system showing up to his face.
But, why? Men like him are used to bottling their fucking feelings and never letting it the fuck out...
Or like most of the mafia men has no feeling and pure psychos...
Who am I to this man? That my words affect him...
I honestly don't care.
'cause I'm fucking tripping so hard right now that I'm seeing eight of him, six of my father and a floating fucking SpongeBob behind him.
"I uh... hahaha fuck...." My world started to spin around... I startled to mumble random shit.
"Sponge- Bob....." I slur as I stand up, my world stopped spinning and now it feels like I'm in a slow-motion mode.
Damien stood up too and started to say some shit I can't hear.
I look at his face and smiled.
He was saying words but I can't hear them. His mouth moved slowly and he looked-
"Fuck!" Damien shouted as Yuma stumble to her left almost falling but he managed to catch her before she fell.
He then stood up with Yuma on his arms bridal style.
"What happened to Bella?" He questioned Yuma's father the fury in his voice penetrated.
"She's not Bella, Bella is dead Damien." Yuma's father spoke as he stood up and looked at Damien emotionless.
"No, she's not."
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