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I looked at my paycheck and smiled. What a beautiful number. Better than what that bitch used to pay me before Dimitri killed him.

I actually haven't seen Dimitri in about two weeks. Samantha told me that Kazan had to go on a business trip to Germany and Russia, so I guessed Dimitri was with him.

Then I stopped thinking about him because I absolutely did not like this man at all.

No, I lied. I was thinking about him a lot. I don't like him, though....I think.

Anyway, I wanted to go to the club with Samantha because I was lonely, but I realized that she had a man.

So I came home, and I was on the phone with my brother.

"Can you shut the fuck up for once?"

"Nigga I do what I want when I want."

I rolled my eyes. "I actually wanted to talk to your daughter that you had twelve years ago."

"You keep bringing that shit up. Shut the hell up."

"I'm not feeling the reverence, Revere."

"And you won't." He laughed like a stupid monkey. "Issa, come get the phone. Your bitch ass aunt wanna talk to you."

"Thank you. Damn." I rolled my eyes.

"You're only talking to her because her mother is going to kill me later."

Gabriella, the woman that my brother had a child with, does not tolerate his bullshit. She has anger issues, and I love that for her. Keeps my brother in place like the fool he is.

I recommended that she break up with my brother when he was acting a bit iffy about her pregnancy, but she insisted that she loved him, which is....wow, I thought only my mother would love him.

I remember when she was giving birth, Revere didn't want to be there because he didn't want to see the blood and stuff.

About twenty minutes later, Gabriella came out cursing in Spanish and pulled him by the ear into the labor room.

I will never forget that moment. He looked so stupid. I have a small recording of it, it would have been longer, but Mom told me to stop being stupid.

"Hello?"

"Hey Issa, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Thanks." She said quietly.

Issa has major social anxiety, and even though I was named her godmother, she's still so shy around me, so I try to limit my visits to calls.

"I know your birthday was yesterday, but I couldn't call off work. So tell me what you want. I'm all ears."

"Um...I wanna go cat shopping with you."

I sat up. "You wanna go with me?"

"Yes. Will you be able to make it?"

I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Of course! I would love to, baby,"

"Ok, thank you."

We talked for about five minutes before I got a knock on my door, so we decided to end it by setting up a date for the cat shopping next week. I was surprised that she actually wanted to spend time with me. She was so scared of me before.

I got up to check who was at my door. "Um, wrong address." I tried to close the door, but he stopped it.

"Hold on, don't you remember me, Dora?"

I thought for a while before I scoffed. My sister's boyfriend. "Get the fuck out."

"Wait, Dora, I'm sorry." He said, trying to come in.

I opened the door wider and pushed him out. "Fuck your sorry, you bitch. You got my sister killed."

"It was an accident–"

"An accident that should've been you! You should be six feet under, not her–who's child?!" I looked off to his side to see a small little boy.

"Cherish, and I had a kid. She asked me not to tell anyone because they wouldn't accept him, ok, but now he's old enough, and I want him to see his family."

"I–it can't–" I scoffed, looking at the little boy who looked between his father and me. "What's your name, boy?"

"Cedar," David answered for him.

"My firstborn's name is gonna be Cedar. Such a pretty name." Cherish said, looking at baby names for God knows what.

Revere furrowed his brows. "The fuck? You're child's gonna be tree bark or something?"

I laughed. "ɔpɛ sɛ ɔwo ɔba ma dua." (she wants to have a child with a tree)

"Asɛm a mereka yi!" Revere threw his head back. (what I'm saying)

Cherish frowned, not amused. "Aprannaa bɔ wo mprenu," she said, looking us up and down. (thunder strike you two)

"Shit," I shook my head, remembering what Cherish had told us. "We need a time and a place for this. Also, we can't do this without the whole family–"

"You know they don't–"

"Oh well, they deserve to know, and this ain't my child. I don't have to tell them shit. Now leave."

"But, when we gon do this?"

I rolled my eyes. "David, I'll text you details."

"Ok. Thank you."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Yeah, whatever." I shut the door and sat down, letting out the tears I'd been holding.

I pulled my shirt down to look at the bullet wound that went through my sister's head and into my chest.

I miss her so much, and now she has a little boy with the man whose dumb ass got her killed.

David was a wannabe thug. He got a taste of it and ran, which is why they came for his weakness: my sister.

Just go to bed. You'll be fine.

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I laughed. "You mean to tell me he ran away?" I laughed my ass off hearing that David couldn't be a fucking mafia man.

"Kata w'ano!" She scolded, trying not to laugh herself. (Close your mouth.)

We were on our way to Revere's house for Issa's eighth birthday.

"Just drop him, oh my–"

My chest constricted as a loud bang rang through our ears. I looked at my chest, my eyes wide with shock at the pain and blood.

I'd been shot.

I looked at my sister. Her eyes rolled back as the hole in her head was bleeding.

I wanted to speak, but only blood came out, and my eyes felt heavy.

The car flipped over, and we were upside down.

Cherish's facial expression never changed.

She was gone.

CHERISHHHHH.

I couldn't do anything. I was stuck. Paralyzed.

"No!" I sat up on my bed, the illusion of pain gone. I sobbed as the door to my bedroom opened.

"Adore."

I continued to cry, looking up at the green-eyed man. He was no longer smiling or grinning. He was frowning, concerned.

"P–please." I held out my hands, and Dimitri immediately took the opportunity to embrace me.

I needed someone to cry on, and Dimitri understood that. He didn't say a word, his thumb making circles on my waist and his other hand caressing my hair comfortably. "You're alright, Prinzessin." (Princess.) He whispered before I fell back into a deep sleep.

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I woke up to the smell of bacon. I needed some clarification. I thought I had fallen asleep on a white man.

I refreshed myself and walked out to my kitchen, watching Dimitri closely as he made bacon and cheesy scrambled eggs.

Food aside, I never really realized how beautiful this man was. His blonde hair was messy, almost like he's been tousling with it. His beard was scruffy and very manly...I like the beard.

It's hot.

His body was sculpted like he'd been hitting the gym since birth. His skin, sun-kissed, and his lips were a cute pink and plump.

He looks alluring when he's his usual grinning self, but when he's focused, it's even seductive.

He suddenly turned around, and I almost fell, trying to look away in time. I could hear him chuckling.

I cleared my throat, walked to the kitchen, and sat on a barstool. "Thank you for, um, this and that." I pointed to the food and my bedroom. "It was a nightmare," I explained to him. "I needed to be comforted," I said awkwardly.

He tilted my chin upwards. "Who's bothering you?"

"N–no, no one." I stammered, watching his face turn cold.

"Adore..." he narrowed his eyes.

I pulled away and shoved bacon in my mouth. "It's good. Really good." I said, trying to get him to at least smile again.

I laughed nervously. "Dimitri, no one's bothering me. It was just a nightmare, I promise."

"If it was just a normal nightmare, princess, why were you crying and shaking?"

I shrugged. "I'm sensitive," I said weakly, chewing mindlessly at the bacon. He didn't look too impressed with my excuse. He looked angry at me for lying. "You're scaring me," I mumbled.

"Tell me the truth." He said, leaving no room for argument.

"Why do you care? It's really nobody."

Dimitri tilted his head. "David or Cherish?"

"Fuck," I squeezed my eyes tightly and cursed myself for talking in my sleep. I sighed, shaking my head. "You wanna know so badly, fine," I said, glaring at an unfazed huge man. "Cherish is my sister, and David is her boyfriend. He tried to get into the mafia, but it didn't work, so he ran out, and they decided to punish him by killing my sister. The bullet went straight through her head and into my chest." I said the last part quietly. "That day haunts my mind. It's nobody, Dimitri."

His features calmed down. It was a storm in his eyes, like he couldn't find the right emotion. "I'm sorry."

I smiled softly and shook my head. "It's fine. Happened when I was eighteen."

"I thought someone hurt you." He admitted.

I laughed awkwardly. "Why would you even care?"

He once again tilted my chin upwards. "Let me make one thing clear, Adore. I will be the only man touching you, fucking you, eating you, and I should be the only man protecting you."

I scoffed. "Don't be delusional," I smirked at him before returning to my breakfast.

He caged me in between the island and his body. "If anything, you're delusional."

I scoffed. "How?"

He grinded into me softly, his hard member slightly driving into my clothed and horny pussy, eliciting a surprised moan from me. "You want me," he said with a proud grin. "You're lying to yourself," he whispered, sucking and kissing my neck, and I allowed him.

My fingers went back to comb his hair, and I pushed my ass onto his hard-on. I was lost for a second before he pulled away, chuckling.

I blink multiple times, fuming in embarrassment. "Fuck you. Die." I said childishly.

Dimitri laughed. "Don't be mad, princess. You'll hurt my feelings."

I gave him a side-eye, putting my empty dish in the sink. "Fuck you." I stuck my tongue.

I walked into my bedroom, and Dimitri followed, of course.

He sat down on the chair I put in my bedroom for comfort and watched me.

I sighed. "I wanna go out."

Dimitri laughed. "Then get dressed."

"Dimitri," I glared at him. "Get out."

He pouted. "Fine."

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