My fear quickly got replaced with irritation and anger. He chuckled; next I heard a clicking sound.
“That language makes you appear ugly.” He chuckled some more, voice echoing off the walls.
“Well, I guess that’s a good thing.” I spoke loud enough for him to hear.
“I don’t want to look good to you in no shape or form.” I mumbled making eye contact with the man that took another piece of fruit off the woman’s body.
I picked up my feet and walked straight like I was told. The man with the scar going down his face kept his eyes on me until I walked past him. I was sure he was still watching me as he puffed on his blunt with no care in the world.
My eyes finally found Grand, he sat on an all-gold throne in the far corner. His long leg was stretched out, the other bent at the knee. His elbow rested lazily on the armrest. A white owl with pitch black eyes sat on his broad shoulder as his finger toyed with a gold Cuban chain that rested against his throat.
He wore a black silk shirt that was open at the collar, his tattooed chest peeked out flexing slightly every time hebreathed.My goodness.His pants matched his shirt; I looked down at his feet and took in the black socks he had on. He stared at me so hard; his black eyes didn’t blink once. His face was carved sharp, high cheekbones, jaw tight, beard lined perfectly.
My heart climbed to my throat when he curled his top and bottom lip showcasing his perfect row of white teeth with two golden caps on each side top and bottom. I suddenly realized that I wasn’t just scared of him but something worse …drawn. He didn’t say a word; he pointed his finger to the left of him and my eyes followed. My violin sat right next to him leaning against his throne.
He wanted me to perform; I couldn’t wrap my mind around why the hell he wanted to hear me play a damn violin.What was his sick fetish with it?
I stepped forward, my legs felt like jelly with each step. I locked eyes with the owl, and I could have sworn it squinted its eyes at me in accusation. His owl looked at me like it dared me to try anything that was out of line. I used to think owls was so cute up until being kidnapped and forced to be in the same room with dozens of them.
“Play.” He spoke, sending chills up and down my spine.
“I just want to go home?—”
“This is your home. I won’t ask you again to fuckin play.” He gritted out.
I inhaled sharply; I hated the way his cologne found its way into my senses. His smell alone was addicting; it was a grown man smell that made a woman want to just live in his skin and inhale him all day.
“I don’t?—”
He snapped his fingers, my stomach tightened. I hurriedly went to pick up the violin but was stopped by his rough hands yanking my wrist back. Although he pulled me away, I still gripped the violin in my hands, not wanting to let it go.
“Too late, fuck playing. You don’t want to ease my nerves since yours is bad. I guess that’s fair, your brain must be foggy. Maybe you need motivation.” He smirked sinisterly.
“A little inspiration to remind you why you shouldn’t make me wait, a lesson that will help you get with the program that’s intended to help save your already fucked up life. Perhaps after this you’ll start acting how you’re destined to act.” He chuckled dryly.
He made a clicking sound with his tongue, the white owl on his shoulders flew past me so fast that I panicked. I lost my balance and fell on my ass. Seconds later, I heard the sound of a man crying and begging from behind me.
“You see, I don’t like to repeat myself. I know that you’re smart, life just got the best of you. I can imagine how moody you are since it’s been well over seventy-four hours—” He squinted his eyes and stopped talking as he held his hand up and motioned for whoever behind me to stop.
“I wonder if your mom would be proud of you.” He raised his thick brows.
My heart rate sped up as emotions slammed into me like a Mac truck.
“Wonder what she thinks about you in her afterlife. You can’t even think straight to do the right thing.” He shook his head and had the nerve to look like he was disappointed.
He’s trying to manipulate me and toy with my mental…
“You don’t know shit!” I yelled balling my fist.
“Oh, but I do…little owlette.” His smile reached his eyes.
His black orbs sliced through me as if he could see right through my soul. Grand stood to his feet then slowly walked in circles around me like I was his prey.
“You’re beautiful, yet stupid because of the drugs. In the morning, you have so much energy, so much life…then when you clock out from your first job, you become what I assumedepressed, in desperate need of a pick me upper. You deny yourself days at a time from sniffing up poison. But when you think about your mother and how much you’re struggling to make ends meet, you go right back into the trap that was destined to make women and men like you fail…Drugs.” He spat out in disgust then stopped right in front of me.
How dare he judge me when he’s providing drugs to people out on the streets and making a big profit off of it!
I refused to look up at him, refused to accept the truth in his words. Tears clouded my vision; I watched each tear drop of mine land on the marble floor beneath me.
