“Awww.” Lennox fake shimmied his shoulders like he got the chills from the mother and daughter’s display of devotion.
“Sooo cute!” He pestered, eyeing his plate of food.
He snatched the plate from Alisa, causing some of the gravy from the steak to drip down on his expensive pants. He sneered and grabbed Alisa by the front of her dress. The cleavage from her double-D breasts spilled out of the top of her dress as he grunted lowly in her ear.
“I can give you a couple of options.” He inhaled her sharply.
Lennox couldn’t help himself, the sweet smell of Alisa and the fear that radiated off of her made him want to take her right there in front of everyone.
“Option one, you be my good lil bitch and I won’t beat you to death with my axe. I’ll just mark you. Option two… I make that little gray-eyed bitch go to her room so she won’t see her daddy get murdered, but in order for that to happen…” He paused to lick his lips. “You pull out those juicy titties and let me suck and bite on those nipples. Now if you agree to those two options, you keep your life… Become my bitch and stay alive…maybe… you decline, you die. Hurry and make a choice.” Lennox tugged at her dress some more, his lips watered as he set the plate of food down to peer into Alisa’s eyes.
“I—I’ll take option one and two, s-s-sirr,” she stuttered out.
Alisa couldn’t bring herself to turn around and eye Richard. Her only hope was to survive to see her daughter again one day.
“That’s a good bitch, and you can cook! I might put you in my main house, too. I gotta test the pussy to see if it can make back y’all debt… Hold on a sec, and stand right there. If you turn or even move an inch, that axe gone split yo mutha fuckin’ dome.” Lennox gritted out.
Dontrell shook his head, he didn’t make out the words Lennox just said to Alisa and didn’t give a fuck. He stood to his feet as he waited for Richard to utter his last words. Lennox marched past Dontrell and Richard until he reached the steps to head to La’Nova.
“Please! Dontrell!” Richard screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Not my baby girl, she’s innocent?—”
“Nigga, shut the fuck up! I’m doing you a favor by making the little bitch go in her room so she doesn’t have to see what I’m about to do to your wife.” Lennox spat venomously.
Richard shivered from Lennox’s words. He kept his eyes on Lennox’s back as he took the steps by two. When Lennox reached La’Nova, he told her to get up and go to her room. La’Nova was frozen in fear but still managed to stand on shaky legs and walk toward her room with him following closely behind her.
“You a pretty lil bitch…” He mumbled underneath his breath.
He thought about his son with Lucille and smirked evilly. La’Nova would be perfect for Kentrell. There were so many things he could do with La’Nova and Alisa to make triple the profit off the Bonetti Mafia since his father called himself disowning him for his trafficking business.
Once La’Nova was safely inside of her room, Lennox stood at the door staring at her.
“Here, you gon’ need this by the time I come back for you,” Lennox said roughly.
He held out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
“Hurry the fuck up!” He yelled at her.
La’Nova jumped, almost tripping over her own two feet. She took the pack of cigarettes and eyed them suspiciously.
“Here.” He snatched them back from her and took two out the pack.
He handed her one then put the other between his lips.
“Lennox!” Dontrell yelled his name.
“I’m coming, got dammit! I’m just having an innocent conversation with Lil Annie here!” Lennox yelled back, chuckling dryly.
“Put it between your lips like me and once the fire sparks at the tip, inhale it.” He stepped closer so that she could smell the smoke on him before he even lit his.
Once the mint from the cigarette numbed her small thin lips as she kept it captured like Lennox had showed her, La’Nova’s small hands shook as he lit the tip of his then lit hers.
“Now you don’t bite the shit, nor do you attack it…Let the smoke come to you first.”
He grabbed her shaky hand and adjusted the angle until it rested just right. Lennox leaned in then lit his own cigarette. As the tip flared red, he mumbled lowly.
“Slow.” He demonstrated, taking a pull from it. “Pull like you’re breathing in a secret.” He smirked sinisterly.
