2.

Weylyn

It was past ten in the day, and Weylyn had fallen asleep while reading a book; her head was off the pillow, and some part of her hair was covering her face, while her legs were spread apart on the bed as she laid on her back, one hand imaginarily holding the book that has fallen off. She continues to sleep peacefully.

In her dream, she saw herself having dinner with the handsome cop, Jamarion; she was wearing a black dress and heels while he was wearing a shirt and jeans. Weylyn was smiling to life. Her phone was ringing, but she continued to sleep.

Outside her apartment door, on the fourth floor of the five-story building, they were waiting around, close to the elevator, waiting for the calls, the call that would stand as a signal, and they would go ahead with the plan.

After about five missed calls and on the sixth, Weylyn grumbled and answered the call.

"You idiot! Get out of the house now." The caller yelled into the phone, and Weylyn put the phone away from her ear and yawned.

"Did you hear what I said? Leave your house now with the briefcase."

At the mention of the briefcase, her eyes became apparent; she bent down and brought it out from under her bed.

"Who are you, and how did you get my number?" Weylyn questioned.

"Meet me at the Main Noodles restaurant."

"That's not close to my house," Weylyn said, but the caller had dropped; she groaned and got out of bed, grabbing a thick jacket from the coat racks and fumbling with the button.

Weylyn wanted to call the number but soon realized it was from an unknown caller; she grabbed her small purse and scrolled through her phone for the Uber app to request a ride but decided against it; she might still get a taxi.

She got to the door but stopped before inserting the key in it.

"Who are these?" she muttered low and placed an ear to the door.

"She said she doesn't care how we do it; she needs the briefcase by dawn." she heard one of them say.

"We don't have to hurt her." She heard another voice and counted him as the second person.

"I heard she's a beautiful girl." the third one said; Weylyn counted her fingers.

"Three men." she breathes out.

"Do we knock and pretend like we are security?" the first man said, and the others agreed with him.

"Those security men won't be awake until another hour." The third man said.

A soft knock landed on her door; Weylyn took a few steps back; she quickly went fishing out Jamarion's number from her phone and dialed it, throwing the suitcase under her bed.

While she was still dialing and hoping that he would pick up his phone, she brought the briefcase back and held it close to her chest.

It would be stupid if she decided to fight against these three men; there was another way out, meaning she would have to take the stairs, and the door may be locked, considering everyone uses the elevator out.

Weylyn stood in the middle of the room, listening to the men talk and knock; she breathed in and out and redialed Jamarion's number; he picked on the second ring.

"There are men outside my door; they're here to hurt me." Weylyn almost cried.

"Stay where you are; I'll get to you soon; text your address to me," Jamarion told her.

She sent her house address to him as a text and fiddled with her house key.

It was when the doorknob started to rattle that she knew she had to escape. To make a plan, she must get out of the house.

Weylyn tiptoed to the back of her closet and opened the two sides, hiding inside of it.

As soon as the door opened and the men stepped in, not bothering to look behind them, she crawled out and left the door opened the way they did.

It was the clattering of her slippers against the floor that made the men turn their heads and realize she had left the room because there was no one outside her door when they came in.

Weylyn entered the elevator and pressed the button on the last floor.

"Come on! Come on!!" she cried, hoping the elevator door closed before they got to her; she gave a relieved sigh and slumped to the floor as the door closed, and she heard a loud "fuck!"

Her phone rang; she checked the caller and answered the call, "I've left the house. They barged in, and I was getting out of the elevator.

Weylyn almost screamed and ran back when she saw a black car parked outside the building.

"It's me; come here." Jamarion waved to her.

"Is this your car?" Weylyn asked him, holding the briefcase to her chest.

"No. I think those men you mention must have driven it." Jamarion said.

The elevator door opened, and Jamarion held her hand and ran to look for where to hide before his unit came. He didn't want to shoot anyone, not yet, and also, it would wake the peaceful sleeping neighbors up.

"Here," he said, hiding behind his car. "The police will soon be here."

"What???" Weylyn blinked and scrunched her face. "Why did you call them?"

"Because you were in Danger, and we need to know who these men are."

"If the police are coming, then I need to keep this case somewhere; in fact, I am supposed to be on my way to Main Noddle's restaurant to drop it for who gave it to me." She bites her lip and looks away.

"Did you lie to me in the flower shop?" Jamarion questioned her.

Weylyn quirked her mouth and rolled her eyes, "yes."

These men were looking for Weylyn as they thought she mustn't have gone far.

"Did you find her?" one of them asked.

"Did you see her with me?" the other guy asked, flaring his hand up.

"Boss is going to be angry, so angry." The third one said.

"Not our fault that the little bitch is smart." One of them commented.

"We gotta move."

Just as they got into their car, the police unit arrived, and Weylyn was surprised to see just a vehicle with three police in it.

"She put the briefcase under the car while the black car of those men sped off with the police car trailing fast behind them.

"Get into the car," Jamarion ordered.

"We are not going after them, are we?"

"Why?" Jamarion asked, and Weylyn didn't answer.

"Take me to the Noodle place. Let me drop off the box."

"To who?"

"She didn't tell me anything, except her name, Arabella."

"Arabella Stony." Jamarion scoffed.

"Is that her full name?"

"She's slim and tall; red lipstick is her favorite."

"Oh! How did you know her?" Weylyn inquired further.

"According to what we know, her father owed the drug lord some money, and he couldn't pay back; he took his daughter as a hostage and made her shoot her father." He Marion explained, turning the steering wheel to the left.

"Who's the drug lord?" She asked.

"Are you living under the rock?"

"No! I'm sort of new here."

"How new?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Three months." She replied.

"His name is Damian Preston. He groomed her into a fine, no merciful messenger."

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"Yes."

Her phone started to ring again when Jamarion's phone rang.

"Go ahead." He said to her.

"Hello," Weylyn said.

"Where the hell are you?" The caller said.

"Arabella?"

"Yes."

"I'm walking toward there now," Weylyn said and got out of the car, signaling him that she would be back.

Weylyn strolled the other side and found Arabella pacing in front of the restaurant.

"Here is your stuff, and is that how you talk to people who risked their lives for you, no introduction, just shouts, and I almost died tonight," Weylyn said and hissed. "Don't ever call me again."

"Is that a cop with you?" Arabella asked as she dragged her back by her hair, and Weylyn elbowed her.

God bless my brother, Ryan, for signing me up for karate class."

Breathing hard as they stood inches away from each other, if their glares could kill, they would have been dead by now.

"I didn't tell him anything." Weylyn hissed.

"I trust you didn't." Arabella sneered.

"Have a nice life."

"I like you. You are a tough one. See you some other time." Arabella said and began to walk away while Weylyn didn't bother looking back as she crossed the road and walked to Jamarion's car; she opened the door and got in.

"That was a nice tackling back." He commented to her as she entered.

"My brother, when I was sixteen, signed me up for karate class," Weylyn said, resting her head against the window.

"That's great. I'll drop you off at home."

"What? What if they come back?" Weylyn panicked.

"They won't. Although the policed missed the men, they got a closer look at the plate number; we could trace them with it." Jamarion explained.

"I wonder they are; it's the case they wanted," Weylyn said, "I overheard one saying I am beautiful, and I don't know what that means."

"You are beautiful. It means they'd have raped you."

Weylyn blinked.

"If it makes you feel better, two police officers have been situated outside the building."

"Thank you."

He pulled up at the house, and Weylyn said, "Goodnight, sorry for the trouble. You should go back to your wife and kids."

"I don't have a wife, only two children," he said with a smile "Goodnight, Weylyn." and drove off, hollering at the officers.

Arabella

Arabella strode into the mansion, confidence oozing out of her as she walked with pride, the briefcase in her hand, her black boot scratching the floor, and her butt jiggling from the bum short, her crop top, if she raised her hand high, her boobs will be out even though it was a fitted top, she had worn a long red wig over her black shoulder-length plaited hair and cat walked inside the living room., dropping the case on the center marbled table.

"There you go." She said.

"You never let me down." Damian Preston said; he cackled. Arabella eyed the two blonde chics glaring at her as they sexually played with Damian.

While the taller blonde with tattoos on her hand and left thighs wore a red lacy bra and panties, crouched down in front of him, and slightly opened his robe, she started to stroke and sucked his dick.

The other blonde, prettier and natural than the first one, went behind the other chic and started sucking her clit.

"You wanna join?" Damian puffed out smoke and laughed out loud.

The few men in the living room shook their heads 'No' even though the sight was amusing to see and awakened their sexual desires.

Arabella was done with her order; she pursed her lips and started to walk away from the scene to her room.

"I wonder how sucking a fifty-six-year-old man's dick feels so sweet to these chics." She thought, feeling disgusted when she had it in her mouth too.

Two months ago, she had turned nineteen, and Damian had thrown a big party for her, he even sent her on a two-week vacation, and she had become his most used pawn in the game.

What the other females wanted, and she had it within months, she didn't even stress. Those had been there before her; she knew they hated her, but Arabella felt like it was their loss as she barely cared about anybody else except Dominos and Nancy.

And Weylyn.

Thinking about Weylyn, She had struck an interest in her, and Arabella felt like there was nothing to like about her; she reminded her of her best friend, Danielle.

Arabella remembered three months ago when she had started carrying out duty for Damian Preston, and she had emailed Danielle a few weeks back. However, she didn't tell her anything about her whereabouts because she was scared Damian would find out and he won't spare Danielle.

In the email, Danielle had told her about how Jake abandoned her the moment she told him she was pregnant, and he had denied the pregnancy; Danielle stated that it wasn't until the second month of the pregnancy that she knew she would have a child.

As excited as Danielle was, the excitement was ruined when Jake asked her to do an abortion that he loves her, but he wasn't ready for the responsibility she was putting on him, that he was just twenty-two and she's nineteen. Danielle had told him to stay away from her, and like that, their three years old relationships had ended.

Arabella, out of anger that Jake did that to someone she had always loved and been friends with, from kindergarten, didn't want to kill him, she spoke to Dominos about it, and they sent men from their gang to beat him to a pulp, he managed to survive.

She had kept her distance away from people; she took it as she was protecting them as her boss is a ruthless fellow.

Arabella hissed.

Someone grabbed her hand and pulled her to his chest as she tried to balance herself.

She frowned as she saw who it was, "get your hands off me."

He chuckled, "Bells, darling."

"Andy, what is it?"

"Chill out, girl; you're the reason im here in this castle." He smirked and touched her face, but she slapped his hand away.

"Good night Andy." She said and began to walk away, but he held her back and smashed his lips against hers, kissing her forcefully. Arabella tore herself away from him and punched his nose.

"Don't you ever try that with me again." she slapped him across his face.

Anderson held a fistful of her hair; she twisted herself to face him and kneed his stomach.

"Son of a bitch." She spat out. Anderson wanted to grab her, but Dominos was already in the scene to push him away.

"Touch her once more, and I'll kill you right here," Dominos warned.

"And I will tell my father of your affairs with her." Anderson sneered.

"I'll still kill you," Dominos said, promising him of his death.

Anderson knew Dominos was the one not to toy with, so he left.

"Why didn't you use the elevator instead of taking the stairs?"

"I wanted to clear my head." She answered flatly.

"Sorry, Did you get the bag?"

"The idiot is fucking two chics in the living room," Arabella said.

Dominos held her hand and led her to his room, closing the door behind them.

"You sexy bitch." he said, licking his lips.

"Want some?" Dominos asked, passing her the cannabis to smoke; she declined today; standing up to remove her shorts before taking her boots off; she stretched her legs out and squeezed her toes; she pulled off her top and dropped it somewhere on the floor.

Taking the Cannabis away from his hand, she put it in the ashtray and sat on him, his hands cupping her butt cheeks as he squeezed them softly.

His finger found its way to her opening as he began to thrust in and out of her while another finger rubbed her clit.

Arabella's hands wrapped around his neck tighter as she clung to him, grinding on his finger.

Dominos's thrust was slow; he knew she liked it that way; he continued to penetrate her.

Arabella moaned, and the sounds in his ears felt like a love song as he groaned.

"Your pussy is so wet."

"Hmm." she breathes softly on his neck, running her tongue on his skin to his ear; as she sucked on it, before kissing him, her tongue dominating his mouth as she began to grind fast on his three fingers inside of her.

Dominos placed her on the bed, her legs on his shoulder as he knelt down in front of her spread legs and lapped her clit with his tongue, while his fingers continued to go in and out of her.

Arabella was writhing in pleasure, and she could feel her climax building in as her legs on his shoulders were vibrating.

Arabelle bit her lips, closing her eyes, her lashes fluttering; she held his hair and arched her back as tongue went deep inside of her as her juices flowed out and Dominos didn't stop.

"Dominos!"

They heard the loud shout of his nose as both of them stopped, lust-filled her eyes as her brain tried to process back to normal.

Dominos quickly got up, his hard dick softening almost immediately; he took a look in the mirror and wiped his face, hurrying inside the bathroom to dab some water on his face and wash his hands as his name rang out for the second time. not forgetting to spray some perfume his neck to ward off the sex smell.

He left the room not looking at Arabella squirming in pleasure; he was assured she would take care of herself.

Dominos took the elevator and stepped out of it to the living room.

"You have a task." Damian Preston said.

Dominos bent his head and clasped his hand behind him.

"I hear my dear girl, Bella aroused some nuisance, and you're going to clean it up alongside her."

Dominos raised his head to look at him as he played with his beards.

"There was a girl, three men involved with the bag she gave to the girl hours ago after the shootout."

"Yes," Dominos answered and cleared his throat.

"Hmm!" Damian smirked, "I want the girl; I heard she is a feisty one like Bella."

"Okay," Dominos said.

"But the three Idiots from Helena's gang have to be killed. Splash, Locust, and Drey. I'm sure you recognized the names?"

"Yes, sir," Dominos answered.

"Bella would accompany you, kill these men, bring back the girl."

"Father, allow me to go with them so things can be in control," Anderson said.

"Of course," Damian said and dismissed everyone to bed.