Note: this chapter majorly contains flash on Amy's past, so you can skip it if you are not interested in Amy's character.Amy"Are you ready to blow your mind along with some smoke?..." Azariah asked as he rushed forward to face her while walking backwards, he had an excited look on his face, a little too excited."Are you sure, this is some pretty strong stuff I got from my farm? I usually deal with strong clients,'' he told me," like that was going to scare me anyway. I started taking weed right from the age of fourteen. Growing up from grass to grass, we all got allocated to the same area, the pit area in the society that was creeping and crawling with uncensored gangs, drug dealers, blowers and so much more illegal shit you could think of. Weed was some you could find anywhere like alcohol, every fuckung shop in the area dealed weed, alcohol, pills and every other illegal drug, they dealt with highly rated pills highly for specific pharmaceutical use, you could tell almost everyo
Are you ready to blow your mind along with some smoke?..." Azariah asked as he rushed forward to face her while walking backwards, he had an excited look on his face, a little too excited."You are gonna trip from your excitement, probably crack a bone or two and then you are going to blame me For it," Amy rolled her eyes as he didn't listen but instead started doing a ridiculous dance hopping from one side to the other and using his hand to show a pumping action.He was definitely doing the dance move from a charlie chaplin movie clip, she has watched a few video clips to know that they were a charlie chaplin thing."You don't sound too excited," he stopped just at the door that said, "100". She slowly let herself breath in the air of excitement from him before she went ahead to do a very ridiculous dance move from baby and he joined in singing and dancing baby shaky doo. While she got engrossed in it and every round she , she would always tell herself, one more. Just one then she
Amy"Just plain brown wraps??" I picked the properly rolled joints to examine and dropped it back in the tray on the table. They all looked like mini cone tobacco and you could smell the strong skunk stench all over, it was obviously the good stuff, probably a hybrid that was very much exclusive to just rich people. My blood rushed in excitement just thinking about how lit it was going to be.Lara placed different small snacks and cakes in bowls that all smelt good before us. How on earth did this woman whip stuff like this in minutes? So not only did she look like a goddess and fucking wonder woman but she also had the baking speed of a confectionery goddess. Azariah came back and sat on the couch adjacent to me which was close enough since the chairs were just little red couches placed at ninety degrees of each other forming two baseless triangles surrounding the center table."Are you superhuman??" I asked Lara as she brought the next batch of snacks which I didn't even know tha
(A/N: This chapter would be a continuation of chapter 81. Feel free to go back to the chapter and read again to refresh your memory)Rachel's POVWe passed the drinks around and decided to share the toast at the end, clicking our glasses with each other.Everything was going fine before Yandel's face started turning pale and paler, his lips started showing a hint of blue before he collapsed.I was the first to rush to his side as he struggled to breathe. The whole hall in seconds turned into a crowded mess as they rushed to the little crowd of Mariah, Ricky and Ben and some close by guests I didn't bother to recognize.My heart was racing severely as I looked at his body getting paler the more he grasps for air. I didn't know what exactly to do. The first thing that came out of my mouth was a screech when I realized that he was actually dying and no one was doing anything. Driven by total and utter confusion, fear and a serious heart race that should have sent me into a cardiac arres
A sharp piercing pain hit the side of my head as I hit the hard concrete and instant darkness overwhelmed my vision.A distant cry of my name was all the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness. ~~~~~"Hi...hey officer, I'm Alexander Miller, the host of the fundraiser and—" Xander wasn't able to finish his oh so polite introduction when he got interrupted by the detective."I know who you are, Mr. Alexander and I believe you are Miss Alice, right?" He looked in Alice's direction and he nodded his head, vaguely writing information down his notepad. His gun was very visible to public eyes and he looked like he was very much more from the south. His accent wasn't all that strong but his short curled hair with his way of dressing almost like an old sheriff from a town in Louisiana. Xander recognised the accent anywhere. As a child, he spent a lot of time in the farm house and then in his country house where his grandpa still lived. The crawling disturbing a
"Are you ready to make a statement yet?" Detective Dera asked Xander who was a little preoccupied with cursing internally at the woman who gave birth to him."No, I will contact my lawyers first, good day." ~~~~~~~Araceli was just like her father. Even though they were both insanely good at making business choices and deceiving their opponent with a calm and almost weak looking exterior, they both had stone heads. They never listened to orders I gave because they always thought they had it all figured out and they didn't need help.Over thirty five years ago when I first met The love of my life, Emilio Garcia. He was just the son of a don. A stubborn son of a don who refused to do his Father's bidding which led him to get whipped and tortured at every refusal but it still didn't break his resolve. He was determined to not make money the illegal way or at least be involved in it.He would run from his father whenever there was an operation coning and he had
"Reporting live from Greenland hall, Two of the youngest New York CEOs are currently being rushed to suncity hospital where they are to be treated. No one at the moment can provide a good enough information of what exactly went down at Greenland's event…" "Earlier this evening, there were sparks of rumors yet to be confirmed that CEO of the Garcia foundation, Miss Araceli Garcia was having an affair with The CEO and business partner, Mr Yandel Baldwin of Baldwin enterprise. This information was sent from unknown source and people continue to wonder what manner of fundraiser event this is as—" "Switch off that goddamn TV, Douglas or you will find pieces of it somewhere in your eyes, don't test me," Mrs. Garcia snared and Douglas immediately plugged out the wire for the TV in fear that the remote might just fuck up and then end him in the hospital.Was this Miller's plan all along? To make Araceli the bad guy in the face of the media all along while he was the cheat. At this point, Mr
"Can I see her??" Mrs. Garcia tone came across as still friendly even though her thousands of dollars purse was on the hospital white floor with a gun pointing out of it."Was she going to kill someone with it?" "Was she in a mafia and using a countless ring of hotels and investments to hide her involvement with the mafia??"Sasha knew that she was probably exaggerating, not overly though because there is no such thing as an overly exaggeration when there is an assumed to be loaded gun in your presence and she was doing nothing to cover it up. Now she would have not been so scared if Mrs. Garcia had just rushed to pick up the purse and hid the gun from plain sight. That would have put her currently worrying and panicked mind at some amount of peace, But she wasn't moved in the slightest bit. She was right there in front of a gun and a stressed doctor who hasn't had that much coffee to pretend like there's no gun on the floor. She has seen a gun in her life. Sasha has not just only