Chapter 3 : DOUBLE HATES l
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Outside, another session of fight was on going,
Gunfire echoed like hell’s drumbeat across the compound.
Easton and Wells were back to back, surrounded, a ring of armed guards tightening like a noose.
Their eyes locked in silent calculations, hands moving with trained precision as they reloaded and struck.
Wells ducked low, slid beneath a guard’s arm and rammed his elbow into the bastard’s jaw so hard his neck snapped sideways.
Easton shot another square between the eyes. He didn’t blink.
Harper was perched above them like a phantom, her sniper rifle balanced on the ledge of a busted staircase. Each time she pulled the trigger, a guard dropped. No hesitation. Just death.
“Three left on my side” she muttered into the mic, spitting out the cigarette she just finished smoking and shot another. “Make that two.”
“Yo!” Dinah’s voice crackled urgently through everyone’s comms. “You assholes need to be done in five or we’re f****d. Sirens are blaring from the east. This area’s about to be crawling with cops”
“Can you stop talking like a f*****g book whenever we’re on a mission ??. Straight to the freaking point, Dinah” Flora growled, smashing her knuckles into a man’s temple until he dropped like a sack of meat.
Camden’s voice chimed in coolly. “Police in the area. Police scanners confirm it. You’ve got three minutes before blue lights light up your ass.”
“Wrap it up!” Enzo snapped, coming out with an injured Cassia.
She stumbled out of the mansion’s main door, blood soaking the left sleeve of her black tactical gear, blood flowing off her shoulders. Her face was pale, jaw clenched as she moved like she couldn’t feel the pain.
“Holy f**k, Cassia!” Harper slid down the side of the wall and ran to her, catching her arm. “Your shoulder. You’re f*****g bleeding”
“I’m fine,” Cassia muttered through gritted teeth. “It’s nothing.”
“Nothing?” You got f*****g stabbed” Harper glared at her like she’s lost her mind. “That’s not nothing, Cass!.”
“I said I’m fine.” Cassia pulled her arm away and climbed into the back seat of the black Escalade, pressing her hand hard over the wound.
Enzo slid into the driver’s seat beside her, glancing at the soaked cloth on her arm
“I’ll patch you up when we get back…”
“No need” she cut him off coldly. “Mason will do it”
Enzo brows lifted, but he said nothing and drove off, the rest following suit.
What she didn’t say was that the reason she got hurt, something that had never happened to her before, was because she hadn’t been paying attention. She has been thinking about her. His girl. His supposed bride. Is she already meeting him ? Is she pretty ? Did she have curves, boobs, ass, the kind Mason couldn’t resist ?? f**k.
That split second distraction had nearly gotten her killed.
She clenched her jaw and stared out the window, fury burning behind her eyes.
••••
BLAKE'S RESIDENCE
Sapphire sat in front of her mirror, legs crossed under her, still in the pale pink slip dress her mother insisted she wear to meet the “guests.”
Her fingers trembled as she tapped the edge of the dresser.
Her phone buzzed beside her.
Davis.
She exhaled and picked up. “Hey.”
“You ready ? I’m pulling up” he said in his usual light tone.
“Oh. No.. I’m not going in today” she said quietly.
There was a pause. “Since when does Sapphire Blake skip class?”
“I just.. I have stuff to help my mom with” she lied.
“You okay?” His voice softened,
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine. Just need the day.”
“Alright. I’ll miss seeing your face though” he teased.
She forced a smile. “Me too. I gotta go, later.”
She hung up and stared into the mirror. A sullen expression welcomed her face.
Her reflection didn’t look like her anymore. It looked like someone being sold.
A soft knock came. She didn’t answer. Her door creaked open anyway.
Her mother stepped in, guilt carved into her face like it had been aging overnight. “Sweetheart.” She called.
Sapphire didn’t look at her.
“I know you’re angry. You have every right to be. But please.. listen.”
“Listen to what, Mom?” Sapphire’s voice cracked as she stood and faced her. “That I’m getting married to a stranger because you two made a deal with the devil ?”
Alice sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped. “We were drowning when I had you. No money, no food, we couldn’t even afford the hospital bills, barely ate three times a day, even the damn diapers. Your dad.. he went to him. And..”
“And he promised you could sell me if he couldn’t pay back ?” She spat, voice shaking with rage. “How the f**k is that normal ?”
“He promised never to hurt you.” Alive whispered.
“That’s a lie. You don’t make promises for monsters”
Sapphire folded her arms, trying not to cry, but the pressure in her chest threatened to break her ribs.
“I don’t want this” she whispered.
“We’ll try to pay the money back, get you out..”
“Nineteen years, and you couldn’t even repay it”
Sapphire laughed bitterly. “Let’s stop pretending”
Alice stood and held her daughter. “I’m so sorry. If I could trade places, I would.”
Sapphire didn’t hug her back. But she didn’t pull away either.
“When is it happening?” She asked softly.
Alice wiped her eyes. “Later today, they’ll be coming and the wedding is tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. Her life would would no longer be her own.
Later; THE BLAKE’S RESIDENCE; Living Room
Godfather Peterson entered the Blakes’s modest home like he owned the f*****g world, because in his eyes, he did.
Mason followed behind him, looking dangerously hot as ever, with his buttons undone low enough to show the ink crawling up to his chest.
Simon and Alice both stood earnestly. The fakest smiles on their faces.
“Mason” God father said smoothly. “Introduce yourself”
Mason dropped into the sofa like he was doing them a favor. “Mason” he said flatly, fingers tapping his phone.
Simon smiled awkwardly. “You’re very handsome.”
Mason looked up with a glare that could rot wood. Simon shut up instantly.
Sapphire stepped in at that moment. She had to force herself not to retreat when the Peterson’s eyes locked on her.
“So this is her” the man said, smiling with unsettling teeth. “She’s beautiful. You raised her well.”
Sapphire bowed slightly.”I’m Sapphire.”
“Mason” Peterson said again, this time, irritation slightly laced on his voice. “Look up.”
Mason looked up and their eyes met.
He scanned her from head to toe.
Pale pink dress, delicate long legs, innocent eyes, hairpins in her hair. She looked sixteen to him, and soft. Too soft.
His eyes narrowed in visible disgust. He stood and walked out.
No words, just like that.
Sapphire stood frozen, feeling the full weight of rejection slap across her like a physical blow.
“Don’t mind him” Peterson said, waving it off.
Sapphire sat, but her stomach twisted. Was that the man she was supposed to marry ?
Her hands shaking so badly, the way he looked at her with disgust in his eyes made her nervous.
What if he start beating her after the wedding?? What if he even kills her??
What if he stops her from going to school??
What would she do??
So many questions rang in her head at the same time.
••••
OUTSIDE
Mason leaned against the black car and lit a cigarette with a flick of his Zippo. His face was unreadable, his eyes with an empty expression and his jaws clenched.
Godfather Peterson joined him.
“That was rude.”
Mason exhaled smoke slowly. “You expect me to marry that kid ?”
“She’s not..”
“I don’t give a f**k about how old she is. She looks like she’ll shatter if I f**k her too hard and I don’t do delicate, not even in the slightest. I hate innocent bitches. She literally has no t**s and no ass. What the f**k am I supposed to fondle or play with, her wood of a body ??”
“She’s not supposed to be your type” Peterson said, surprisingly calm. “She’s just a contract. A responsibility. You don’t have to want her. You just have to keep her.”
Mason tossed the cigarette and entered into the car, face taut with fury. “Whatever.”
They drove off, silence stretching thick between them.
••
Sapphire on the other hand has been watching from her window, she heard him.
Every word.
She blinked out tears and rushed to the mirror to check herself out.
Does she really look like she will break?? It's true she has a slim figure but that doesn't mean she's going to break.
'Where are the t**s and ass??' She remembered that also.
It's true her t**s and ass are small but that doesn't mean she doesn't have at all, she didn't know when she broke into tears.
"I hate him" She whispered, her tears rolling down her cheeks.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part was knowing she would still marry him tomorrow.
And he wouldn’t even pretend to want her the slightest bit.
- Writer
