Page 50 of Bodyguard My Heart
“Let me worry about that,” I replied. Injured or not, there was no way in hell I would not fire the kill shot to save Samara. These niggas had violated me in every way, and that warranted a personal visit.
“I’m taking the shot even if I have to re-break my fucking leg to do so,” I told them. “That’s yo’ sister, Ro, but she the fucking love of my life.”
“You take the shot. Now let’s air out this plan a little more. We don’t need no slip ups.” Royale gave in. He knew it was a lost cause trying to argue with me.
“Let’s fucking go!” I merged onto the highway, heading toward my home.
17
Samara
I sat on the floor of Demetrius’s basement, naked and cold from being stripped down to barely anything. My hands were tied behind my back, and I was chained to a concrete pole. I’d never been more terrified in my entire life.
“How long you think yo’ brother gon’ take?” Ashton questioned me from where he was sitting across the room. I stared at him. He knew I couldn’t answer because my mouth was taped shut. He kept asking about Royale. They seemed to be waiting on him to show up. I low-key hoped he didn’t. I didn’t want him getting hurt for the sake of me. That wasn’t an option, though. Royale, Polo, and Demetrius were all coming. It was embedded in their DNA to protect.
“Answer me!” Ashton’s voice thundered as he approached me. He removed the tie that was around my mouth.
“Fuck you!” I shouted as I released a wad of spit from my mouth.
“Bitch!” He jumped as the spit barely missed him and landed on the floor. He rushed me, wrapping his hand around my neck.
“That reminds me. I never got to bury my dick in that tight ass pussy.” He ran his hand over my body and down into mypanties. Fear crippled me. He was going to rape me. I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. As he removed my panties, a loud, blaring sound came through the speakers.
“Somebody’s at the front door.” The security system blared. I sighed in relief as he pulled away and headed toward the stairs. I glanced around. I needed to get out of here. I started wiggling to break the chains, but there was no use. I was stuck. Another alarm sounded in the house. This time, I knew it was Demetrius.
“Samara!” Royale called as he rounded the corner. Relief coated my body but was quickly replaced by fear. Julez was walking behind Royale with a gun pointed at his head.
“Not another fucking move!” Julez shouted. Royale stopped.
“Turn yo’ fucking ass around, brother. And do it slowly.”
Royale did what he was told.
“And slide me your gun.”
Royale hesitated momentarily before bending down and sliding his gun across the floor. Julez quickly grabbed it and pointed it at me.
“I take it you’re Julezua.”
“In the flesh. It’s nice to meet you finally, big brother. Pops talks about you a lot. How you broke his heart by not taking over the cartel.” He waved the gun at Royale. “Frankly, I’m tired of hearing it.”
“I’m just here for sis.” Royale threw his hands up in surrender.
“I know. You’re right on time.”
“Come on, bro, what are you trying to prove? Let sis go. We don’t want the cartel. It’s yours. Have at it.” Royale looked back at me.
“Oh, I’m gon’ have the cartel. That lil doctor’s office you have… All of it will be mine.” He neared us. “This knocking off my absent father and his spoiled rich kids is just a part of the revenge.”
My eyes widened hearing his plan. He wanted us dead.
“Why?” Royale questioned. He was stalling, probably allowing time for Demetrius and Polo to arrive.
“Y’all got the silver spoon. Got everything y’all wanted. It ain’t fair.” He turned to me.
“That little story he told you at the jail was bullshit. He told my mom to get an abortion. He gave her ten thousand dollars and told her never to show her face again. From there, she struggled from man to man. We were always moving. Never had nice clothes or shoes. Some days we ain’t have food to eat. We struggled while y’all lived the best life. Affording nice cars and fancy colleges and shit.”
I felt bad for him as he told us how our father had let him down.